I don’t know why she gives a shit about this drek.  She’s not even going to read it, or so she says.  But it’s supposed to improve my skills, let me pass in all types of situations or something.  And that I need to know how to write and track formulae, even if its more about pulling the power from the natural world, feeling it.  Fuck, I don’t know what the hell she means.  Like everything else, I just wing it.  But she said she won’t teach me anymore if I don’t do it.  Not sure how she knows if I don’t but she does.  Not like a street juvie like me can find another teacher easily.  My arguments that I fit in just fine with all the slumming glitter folks and suits at AI and they like me just as I am never seems to get me anywhere.

But on freaking dirty scratch? Like old school drek from a hundred years ago.  Can’t be hacked, keep it in the lodge, no trace, but even so, don’t put down too many deets.

How the fuck do you do that?  What’s the point without specifics.  Blah, blah, blah, blah. That’s not specific.  But she said this is the only downtime I get from getting slagged by her training.

So, I guess, I don’t know, maybe describe this team I have hooked up with?  Fuck, what to say.   Its been a few weeks since the first run, I guess its going good.  Definitely more cred than I have ever seen before.  She thinks that means I will give up my job at AI I guess, but, well, that’s all I’ve had for awhile.  I cut the shifts back, but the boss doesn’t care anyway who really shows up when, as long as we pay our cut when we are there. It’s not like I’m some goose on the street paying off his gander.  Besides its fun, most of the time.  Sure, it can get rough, but that’s never really been that big of a problem. Dodging the Dorphers is interesting, but still, all those wage slaves, however much they make don’t really understand anyway, they are easy to tag for the most part.

For fuck’s sake, I guess I got distracted again.  Fuck, anything is better than this.  She says should have gone to school like she did.  In the dark ages I guess.  School?  Who the fuck ever cared about us slum juvies.

Umm, let’s see.  There’s Sateen.  I kind of like her, I guess.  I mean, she’s kind of old, but pretty cool.  Sexy even.  Seen worse at the club, been paid to pleasure worse, that’s for fucking sure.  I guess she is the boss.  Bossy anyway.  Still, she’s got us some extra cred and some good runs negotiating with the Johnson’s.   She’s got secrets like all of us.  Kind of weird, but I think her kid would be my age.  Not sure if that’s right but she just told me a few days ago that her family died in the CZ – course that was a long time ago.  I don’t think she meant too.  Wasn’t really sure what to say, never had any family to lose.   Not going to mess with her anyway, I think she’d geek anyone in a heartbeat if it came down to it.

Shade – he’s pretty hot.  Not ancient like Sateen and Donager too.  Course, he’s homoph, fuck I can’t spell it.  He’s afraid of men, at least as far as sex.  I don’t think he’s really ok with it all, so it’s fun to mess with him.  Guess it won’t go any further than that, which is really a fucking shame.  He’d make a good output.   Oh, and pretty bad-ass with a blade too.

Donager – talk about fucking ancient.  Brain wiped too, seems like.  They used to do that to some of the kids back when, although probably not the same way.  I know they did it to Carla not too long before the fire.  Not sure what his deal is, but he switches back and forth between  street bum and fucking super soldier.  Wears that really fucked up combat armor, all the fucking time.  Maybe he flatlined sometime instead to damage the melon, either that or he’s a Brainbake.  Really weird, but kind of cool.  He doesn’t seem to care about me being an elf, or anything else.

DP – that’s fucking funny.  I wonder if he knows what that stands for?  He just plods along, likes to explode if you know what I mean.  Hahaha.  But he’s a freaking tank.  Well, I guess a lot of dwarves are, but he’s really tough.  Might be interesting to find out if he knows what it means.  Well, maybe not.  Supposed to keep that out of work or whatever, or at least so Sateen says.  No jamming on the team.  Kind of depressing really.

Eagle – I don’t know.  Lost in matrix most of the time, seems like.  Says he’s a coward, but it is what it is.  Seems ok, hard to know.  Definitely been helpful in bringing the cred home.

Fuck they are all hard to heal though.  They have all jacked themselves so much with fucking metal and plastic, ugh, the word even makes me want to spew, but then I’d have to fucking clean that up too or she’d beat my ass without lifting a hand.  But it’s hard to push that energy around all that fucking drek to heal their wounds.  And they fucking get shot a lot.  You’d think they could duck once in awhile, especially since some of them are jazzed.

I guess for the most part, they’re all wavy.  I mean, yea, a little biased, especially Sateen against non-humans, but that’s the dirty fucking world we live in.   Hell, most everybody is except for the ones with the weird fetishes that wish they were us.  Trust me, I know all about weird fetishes.  Least it’s never been more than just elf, not fucking calling me a keeb or a dandelion eater.

Fuck yea!  She said my forty five minutes are up and we can work on countering again. Fucking painful the way she knocks me all over the place, and I could definitely use a little fun if you know what I mean, but way fucking better than this writing drek.

Maybe tomorrow I can ping J&D or even Patricia for a jam session.  Nice to do some things without being paid to do it.  Different anyway.