That hot itchy rash on your neck (just behind the left ear?) won't be responding to the benadryl. Don't worry it'll go away as soon as you flash the next installment of Netherworld. While you're waiting you might want to start lurking outside the local eshack for an rf hack in case that sub-q starts to overheat. I've found that reading the FreeBSD Handbook helps dampen the rfis.

In the meantime, it might help to know that the next chapter will ... .

Well it must feel a lot better without those chips causing a rash. You might want to consider an alternate definition for your current condition.

In the meantime, just hold tight for the next chapter, and enjoy the view.

Crash, whiplash! Things are getting rough. The chip you might have wanted to leave in is the oldest of them all, the good ol' pacemaker. My guess is that it's going to get hotter than your nastiest p-virt.

So, try and relax and keep up the cardio training while you wait for the next chapter, it might just save your life.

Mmmm, how relaxing. It's natures way of telling you to give up the implants. To bad it takes so much effort to hold the perimeter from the sorts who can't rest knowing people get along just fine enjoying simple pleasures.

Make sure you find the opportunity to relax any time you can because it might help you through the nightmares modern living can give you. In fact i think i'll go lie in a field of grass while i wait for the next installment and ignore the biometric freaks who clip themselves so they can fill the forums with brags of home portal security. Must be tough to move on when you're that intimate with the inanimate.

So go find the stars nearest you because the next chapter will be jolting you into harsh unreality before you know it.

And all the kind god-fearing souls lived happily ever after. And all the unkind deity invoking lords of power too.

THE END.

Right, right, you're right, it's a work of fiction but it doesn't need to be so blatantly so. So ignore that ending and check back for the next chapter. I'm sure there will be plenty more true to life nightmares on the way to disturb your already BIMkosis addled sleep.

Sometimes the best thing you can do with improperly applied tech is hope for eFibrillation. Of course, those jitters may leave you feeling a lot worse than a few drops of bitters can cure.

It just doesn't seem like playing by the rules is paying off quite as well as living outside the system. Maybe we just need to be nice, do what feels right, avoid the rfid readers, try to keep the tech out of the hands of the rogue elephants and pay attention to who makes the rules. Me, i'm going to examine the causality of fate's fickle ways while i wait for the next chapter (my chances of enlightenment are dim).

Whew, a guy can't catch a break between left jabs. Rook could sure use a little of that kind of domination you get living on the other side of the law. Of course, jacked to the gear he's hosted on I'd be careful what I wished for.

Well I'm sure the tables will turn soon enough. Won't they? You know, just in case, I'm going to check the forums for organic farming apprenticeships while I wait for the next chapter.

Some things seem to go on forever and some things you wish would last forever. So, at the risk of repeating myself.

Whew, a guy can't catch a break between virt immersions, let alone get a kind woman into what remains of his life. Rook could sure use a little of that kind of domination you get living on the other side of the law. Of course, jacked to the gear he's hosted on I'd be careful what I wished for.

Well I'm sure the tables will turn soon enough. Won't they? You know, just in case, I'm going to check the forums for organic farming apprenticeships while I wait for the next chapter.

In the next episode, once again, Rook finds himself unable to talk with a severe cotton mouth. This time it's from inhaling a kilo of cement dust. With no tormentors available to give him a drink it's left to the trash-bot. That's right, you don't want to know.

Meanwhile, Plesur has completed her weapons training and is preparing to avenge the death of Sangacha. While in a surprising twist Rabbit reveals himself to be Freddy Marion...

Whoa, dude. Man, trippy alpha surge, i have got to get rid of the chip i let that scorching vixen clip between my shoulders the other day. It was like all tera-haute for a while but now it keeps dropping my head in strange places at inappropriate times, it's like some kinda scrambly scraziness or something, yuno?

Anyway, watch what you put in your body and stay hydrated while you wait for the next chapter.

Ok, well i hope you didn't just finish dinner 'cause eeew, now that bacto-burger isn't sitting that well. But come on, spend five minutes with some hunters at the bar and you're well into that story or one of its inbred cousins. What gets me is how they always obey those

signs but are happy to ignore all the signs we stick on every other tree. They're tough mothers though, the squirrels are terrified.

Meanwhile you have to wonder if, while Angela Bricken happily ignores her witness to murder and wanted person status, Venner will be able to decide where he is needed most. Does he still consider himself an SIO, will he make good on his commitments to Plesure or will she have to work things out with her newly enhanced intellect? Is he even still alive? Good cop or family man? He knows all to well, that's not an easy balance.

All these troubling situations make me want to port that Spicoli personality overlay i have in the parts drawer. You know, a male equivalent to a Mistress Julia overlay under the circumstances, and while mildly irresponsible it's still probably better than a Rambo or a Ryan. After all, Venner's on the case, maybe. I suppose it would probably be be better to go for a more steady, philosophical personality like say an Obama but that's still in beta.

So, while you wait for the next chapter you might want to keep a look out for some helpful personalities to get you through the rough spots. Or better yet overlay your personality on anyone in a position to make a difference.