It is astonishing how the authorities are able to know where you area at all times. After my near escape from what turned out to be official far above those I had ever interacted with before, I have had to watch my steps carefully. I am, in fact, in an entirely different country, will you believe it!
One with my condition can easily forge (or that might be a word too loaded with negativity) papers that allows one to move across borders. I will not tell you where I am, only to say that they serve food that, from what I understand, would not under normal circumstances be consumed by rodents in other civilizations. And no, I am not in a poor, underdeveloped shit hole corner of the world. I am, no less in one of the richest lands on the planet. Go figure! (They apparently just don’t know how to prepare food, not that I eat at all myself, considering my condition.
I have heard from Laura once or twice. Details are vague, but she seems to be safe, living with her mother in one of the northern states of those United ones. The company had gone under. Murderers are still pursued, but no longer pertain to me. I am able to move on from tragic event rather rapidly and have chosen to do so in this instance.
I am writing on a Macintosh computer at the moment, which vexes me. Pardon any syntactic or otherwise linguistic mistakes in my entry.
I will proceed to let you know about my whereabouts and about the torture I endured by the authorities over the unfortunate death of my maker and the further event spraining out from that.
I have bought an iPad and will hopefully be able to keep you informed on what happens. On the other hand, I am fully intent on leaving this mess behind me and moving on, describing more earthly and common daily occurrences again as soon as possible. I do want to see Laura again, of course, but love, if that is what it was, can also be cut short if you know how to reprogram the non-human aspects of yourself and thus, she may soon not be a significant part of my life. Too bad, you might say. But live as a cyborg is not like one lead by a fully organic life form. We can use our strengths and weaknesses to our advantage and instead of mourning the loss of my creator and the questionable love of a secretarian, one would be able to settle easily into ne routines, of which I am sure you will find interesting and will bring you and your friends back to this weblog frequently.
So, let’s leave all suffering behind us for now at least until proper contact is made with deer Laura and I will soon enlighten you with a delightful story of attempting to purchase a pear from a rather dim-witted vendor. I assure you – your funny bone will be tickled to the extreme! I laugh as I type. Ha ha!
The Lonely Cyborg