Archive for July, 2010

July 21st, 2010

Up for Air

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Okay, this is all messed up. I’ve managed to skip Spiro’s traces for the last few days. That’s never a good thing, except we didn’t actually have any specific plan together. Still, he’ll come down on me like a load of wet felt – especially when he finds out I was hanging with his boy Kyle. That’s a whole other story that I’ll get to. Still sifting the murk. But Spiro’s gonna twist it that us going AWOL was my fault. I don’t see it that way, and he’s gonna have a screamer on his hands when he tries it, but I’m feelin a bit delicate this morning, and I’ve got other things to deal with.

I’ve stopped off at my place for a shower and a fresh kit. Even Fractal seems on edge, poor dear. Well, I can’t help you this morning, Dude. Spiro’s been pinging me like a psycho, and I’ve been trying to track down Minder to get him to feed me some review material on that GPS tracker. Minder’s last text said he’d do it, but experience tells me I’ll have to soften his technobab with some human connection. Spiro won’t know the diff, but he’ll howl when the piece kicks back from the editor. So, as always, I cover mine by covering his. Ain’t that the way of bidneh?

This is all spinning too fast. I need some Marie time to pull this together. Ooop, there’s a ping from my sysbro, Cheree. Maybe she’s got clues as to my whereabouts over the past few nights. I shipped Kyle off as distraction flak for Spiro. Meatball promised to ping me if Furball has me staked out. K, gotta run to Minder. Gawd, my head.

Mxoxo

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July 18th, 2010

Show me the Robert D

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So I meet Spiro at the agency – Phuk, what a dump. Anyway, he’s there with a protege, a towering meatcake, named Kyle who he’s grooming to appear in some Olympic demonstration sport. First time I’d seen him. Apparently Spiro’s been spinning his web for a while, ’cause he’s already conned boyo into getting a Vans logo tat. That’s pure Spiro – sell ad real estate on athletes. Demonstration sports are easy street compared to full-on Olympics. Anyway, good luck, Beefboy; our mutual manager’s shaggin’ you in your sleep.

So Spiro’s playing the heavy on this implant thing. That’s why I’m meeting him here. There’s something in his manner suggesting panic – if that’s possible in the reptilian mind. I get a sense he’s made promises that I’ve gotta keep. I keep stalling him by saying, “Just show me the Robert D(nero)”. That always sends him into a cloud of bafflegaff and bullshit. So I let him run on it while I fake a potty break to bat some texts back and forth with Minder. Seems my boy has cracked the transponder – or some shite like that – and has even got some little add-on gizzo up his sheath. I’m telling him he better crack the Beaver Buzz and jellies; it’s gonna be a late one, ’cause Spiro seems to want me under the knife by tomorrow.

On the way back down the hall, I run into meatball Kyle. He mumbled some dim flak about hanging out and seeing me around. My mind’s on my own Spiro mambo and just flash him the pearls (I work my teeth pretty good) and dish him some whatevers and tell him to say bye to furball. I hit the streets

Mxoxo

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July 18th, 2010

Me(no)Likes


K, that lasted all of half a day. I pulled the plug on MyLikes due to scamonomics signals. Firstly, I was going to be earning all kinds of denos, but I was never able to record (or know) how they were going to palm me the dosh. Secondly, I notice the sys arbitrarily changed my geo location to Idj√©lidj, Chad. No offense all you Chad chicklets, but that’s not where I am. Love to visit someday. Get your Minister of Cult to front me a ticket and I’ll come and hang. We’ll both be changed.

Vertict: dump it

Hey, MyLikes; zone up

Mxoxo

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July 17th, 2010

Game for a MyLikes Laff

Street hustling’s a lifestyle. I pick up stray gigs wherever they fit – that’s why greezy Spiro hangs ’round: I’m always game for a laff, and I moisten his beak. At least that’s the drill. Now that I’m dialed in with him, he gets a bit insistent sometimes, and if there’s one thing worse than seeing ugly it’s when ugly gets nasty. So, I play it right, but I’m always covering my end. My girl @liberalchick230 pinged me with a MyLikes nudge. Since I’m always testing shite, I thought I’d whirl it to see how it goes. Click the link and join me. (Ignore. See follow up post) I’ll let you know if it’s doing anything; then we’ll either go hard with them, or at them. Meanwhile, maybe we’ll make some coin.

Mxoxo

July 9th, 2010

To Implant or not to Implant

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I shoulda known. Greezball Spiro’s playing an angle. He’s tricked out a scam with some lame zone mobile hacks to develop a location-based game with yours truly as the subject. From what I can make out from his garbled message, it’s sort of a Where’s Waldo for game girlz. He wants me to get the implant, the “Revelation” one. People – you and peepholes like you – sign up and track me round the planet for prize moolah. Sounds like a FKN-riot unless you’re me and you don’t need droolers doggin’ you. I’ve got enough of that with brokers and sales wonks down at the Martini-Q. I don’t need to be on call. Still, I’m thinking about it maybe being fun for a while. Afterall, most of y’all would have a time keeping up with me and my parkour sisbros. Down my alley I’m the queen traceuse, and my alley’s wherever I wanna run. Put it this way, PK’s in me deeper than boarding ever was with Avril.

So, I’m toying with the idea. Spiro’s always wanting to fatten up my persona for feeding, but (experience has shown) I’ve gotta cover my end first. Once Minder’s done his tests, he and I will craft some work’rounds, no doubt. Spiro’s never been one to put the “pro” in prototype, and I’m not about to embed some blinkin’ lights in my tender flesh without some assurances of the upper hand. So, we’ll see where that goes.

Mxoxo

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