Early Blue Period

Okay. I'm going to try to present a picture of myself that will satisfy the People Who Read This. Since I'm technically blogging in two places at once, this may have two different audiences. Or it may not; I am still unaware who, if anyone, reads this within the Idea-World. (Do you like that term, Idea-World? I think it's less confusing.) There are signs that someone does. So, who knows what they'll make of me. But here I am.

I am from the Northwest Coast of the United States, and that's where I'm living now. Washington State. My childhood was pretty boring; I was a total nerd, friend to no one but other nerds. It wasn't until college that I truly blossomed. I majored in Computer Science, and by the time I graduated, I was adept in the ways of computers, the Web. Hacking. I had also discovered mind-altering drugs.

The things I do for a living are mostly illegal. Illegal things on computers. My customers must remain anonymous, because you might actually recognize some of their names. Yeah. In a way, I was already living in two worlds before the accident; the one you see, and the virtual world. My secret, second education. My secret, second career. Well, I don't actually have a first career.

I have a legit apartment, but I tend not to use it much these days. I'm more or less holed up in this old Masonic building, emerging to replenish food and water. The temple is not used by the Masons, but it cannot be torn down as it has major historical value. Tourists take pictures of it, little realizing that I am in here, up on the top floor, surrounded by a lot of hardware and blinking lights. I have a fridge up here, a mattress. There's no running water; I shower back at the apartment. Toilet use is a problem, an unpleasant chore I must deal with. As for the electricity, the huge amounts of power and bandwidth required to run all my shit....

The Idea-World provides that. It is literally a power source. The power of an Idea. I've found ways to link my real-world computer system to the mechanical marvel of a "computer" in the Idea-World. It's all a matter of finding the right conduit. That's why what I type in this blog is also entered into the clockwork computer, and sent to....whomever.

More later. I should talk about the lightning accident. How all this incredible shit started.

-Blue Was Here