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I’m out! I’m hiding from the authorities...somewhere. For obvious
reasons, I’m not going to tell anyone where I am. When I first showed up in
this universe, I didn’t have any identity, so instead of finding one on the
black market, I procured it through the proper channels. It wasn’t as hard as
I thought it would be, but I’ve ruined it now. I had no choice. I got a
parasitic infection, which messed up my brain, and started making me act
crazy. After the body doctors cleared it all up, the mind doctors came in, and
tried to convince me that everything I’ve been doing and saying has been
crazy, and they wanted to keep me there for psychological treatment. The
little committee I had to talk to twice before I could be released from the
hospital brought up the discrepancy in the timeline. If I was infected in
early February, why is it that I’ve been talking about being a bulk traveler
on my blog pretty much this entire time? Well, some of them argued that the
viral and bacterial infections I had before that could explain all that away.
Others argued that maintaining the same symptoms across three
completely different infections didn’t make much medical sense, and I don’t
know everything that they talked about after I left the room, but in the end,
I got out of there. It wasn’t enough, though. I was living around people who
didn’t believe me, and didn’t trust me, and I couldn’t stay there anymore.
I’ll always be grateful to my landlord, and my boss, and I know that none of
this was their fault, but I have my reasons. I spent years pretending to be
someone I’m not. I pretended to not be autistic. I pretended to be straight. I
pretended to like Blink-182! I won’t do that anymore. I won’t live a lie. Even
if I have to sleep in squalor, I’m going to live my truth from now on. So
long, Boreverse Kansas City, I’ll never forgive you for the way you treated
me. Now more than ever, I know that my only goal in life should be to get the
hell out of this universe. Even if I never find my friends again, at least I
won’t have to deal with you people anymore. For those of you reading this who
are on my side, don’t you worry about me getting caught. I’ve got that
covered. Some friends helped me set up a shadow workstation. As long as I
always post from the cage, I can’t be traced, and as long as I don’t mention
any specifics about my location, I can’t be found. I have to go now. I booked
a boat ride on the Chicago River. As I said before, don’t look for me. I’m a
ghost.
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