He wished there was an app where could just write his thoughts and they’d turn to words. He wanted to write down everything about  Spacecity he wanted to go to the press. He wanted to expose everything. Then he wanted to leave. Pack up everything and go. 

He first was...

He initially thought to run. Escape throw the phone away he could withdraw some money and then buy another car and get out of there. Maybe they’d ping different places and find him.

He thought then to call his mom. She’d know what to do. Probably she’d mistake it for a...

He searched everywhere in the house. The usual spaces where they’d hide sensors. Then more where people told him and where he knew some people had placed sensors and microphones. Nothing was there absolutely nothing. 

They probably were mad then about them going dark. Maybe they could see the battery...

He found himself the next day on the floor of his bathroom. The mirror had “we Know” written on it and he was bruised pretty badly. He pretended to be still for a while. An hour or so to figure out if someone was there.

They left no trace. Aside from...

He was driving now. The radio low was probably about 15 min away. The small road led to a expressway and he merged on to save him a few minutes. He was probably the only car for a few miles. Large trucks he slowly caught up with. He passed one...

The feeling didn’t leave him. He felt he was being followed. Or maybe it was just in his head the tea and everything. It was a lot of caffeine, the slushie probably wouldn’t help. 

In the car he felt safe could drive either way he cracked open the beef jerkey...

The gas station was well lit. It was off the highway. An old road that years before probably was something of a highway, but was too small so they built a bohemoth next to it. 

There was a gas station just off of it. They sold all sorts of things...

Different it was. He was in the car now. His phone turned back on. He wondered if they could tell that. He remembers that he couldn’t back then but the tech always gets better. Maybe they can see if from other ways. Or maybe the couldn’t and he was just...

You don’t often get a second chance. Ryan was saying and like the whole change where you live and who you hang out with bullshit is helpful but it’s hard. No matter how you move away your mom still wants to see you. Her big man who had this crazy...

Ryan didn’t even remember what he’d brought for his formal wear. Or fancy wear. Or whatever they called it.

You know Keith told me that fancy dress in England didn’t mean that it was nice, but more like a costume. Ryan said. I had no idea how to reply. That dude...