Blue Signs Off

This will be Blue's final post on this blog. Why? Because Blue has big plans, and they do not involve telling all my secret to whoever has stuck me in a virtual world. It's occurred to me that this blog, like everything else around me, is a construct, a fake. It's part of the illusion, and the posts I make are vanishing into the ether. Or....maybe they're being read by my unseen captors. So, no more posting.

I'm going to leave here. Or, at least, leave this city within the illusion. In real life, I guess I'm stuck inside a giant computerized geode, probably hooked up to lots of plugs and electrodes and shit. But I want to break it. I want to find a way out that doesn't involve me dying. And the first step is to figure out how to change things, how to shape the world how I want it. Just like the others did. This is MY idea-world, dammit, and I will make it do what I want!

So I'm going to explore the simulation. Food and money won't be a problem; I tried asking Comet to give me all her money and she passively obeyed. The fake people around me will do whatever I want...including, one hopes, help me with the eventual birth of the thing, the virtual baby, in my belly. I'm scared of how that will go down, but kind of intrigued to. Being mom to a virtual kid? Hmmmm, what a notion. And since it's not real, maybe I won't have to deal with all the shitty aspects of pregnancy.

So....this is Ransom Blue, signing off. I don't know what's going to happen to me. But I will make sure it is on my terms, not the idea-world's. I will win this thing, claim it as my prize. My world. If, by some small chance, someone from the real world is reading this....thank you for sticking with me and believing me enough to keep reading. Beware of lighting.

And if my would-be captors are reading this, know that Blue will fucking destroy you. You chose the wrong hacker to abduct, you greasy turd-clowns. You cannot keep me. You cannot own me. I am going to own you.

Here I fucking come.

--Blue Is Here