Tectonic arms. Qualia is collapsing. The beer is strong. I'm drunk already. Carl David is too. We're in zero gravity. It's like walking underwater. That's alright. I'm used to it.

  "Yeah, man." Carl David says. He's really drunk. Me too. "I don't think so, man." I say. I don't know who I'm talking to. We're near Efreet. It's a bar. We left Shiva. It's a bar too. It was after Ixion and Overload. "Too late for school." Carl David says. He's right. We're too late for school. I know that. I hack into the neon sign. It's HTML. We code ourselves in. It's a sight to see.

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  Four red dots are all that's left. Everyone runs out. We get free beer. It's killer.

  We're in the circle Rage/Revolt. It's a black hat coding group. I'm a real bad typer. Help me out, would you? What does this say? "Don't talk to the purple rhino.". It's retro code. I just wrote it. It means don't open the airlock. It's closed behind us.

  Tomorrow, we infiltrate Puella Madoka Madigoka. It's a rival circles habitat. Leon and Arfarfarf lurk there. They're black belts. Not us. It's my pacifism that's saving us. In we go. Hup.

  Starts. Lights. Street cable, crashing to the floor. A rug I just dodged. Leon is laughing at me. I laugh back at him. Carl David is saluting Arfarfarf. They're best friends. Not us. We're rivals.

  More later. This is the first journal entry. I'm writing my remembrance. It's a chronology of sorts.

  TTFN

  Curtis Parker McCarthy