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Not much has changed yet. Yes, the dude who wants my bone marrow and index and
I had a discussion, and we came to an initial agreement. We’ve not signed any
papers, but as a sign of good faith, he gave me a down payment, which I will
be using to hire a personal security detail for myself, and my two friends.
Kelly and Dutch had the option to leave me behind, and enter a form of witness
protection. They could have blended in well enough wherever they were sent,
but they chose to stick by me, so I have to do right by them. I won’t tell you
how much money I have at the moment, but it’s enough to afford security for
the three of us for at least a few weeks after the FBI lets us go. So when I
said that not much has changed, that wasn’t totally honest. The government
isn’t entirely keen on letting me donate samples of my body to science. I
don’t know if they think that they should have it for themselves, or what. Who
knows what’s going on in their bureaucratic heads when it comes to me? I don’t
mean to sound mean, or to be overly critical of them. They’ve helped me
immensely multiple times when I really needed it. But it may be time for our
relationship to end. I need to reassert my independence, and I assume that
they would benefit from diverting resources to other things. Of course, none
of this should be a thing that I’m worried about. I wouldn’t need any of it if
the world were safer. The violent, disturbing, and stalkery messages haven’t
stopped coming. I hired a publicist, who has taken over the responsibility of
sorting though the filth. They’ll handle getting the word out on that.
Apparently, they have a database of dangerous individuals, so if you chose to
write something to me, just know that you may end up on a list. If I
understand their reach, it could affect your credit score. Just be nice, safe,
and happy, okay? We’ve been over this. I am not your monkey.
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