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Day 3211. My "internship" has ended, so it's time to find a new place to lay low.

The only thing I use LLMs for is to populate my hard drive with plausible artifacts of normal activity.

Too much downtime from Live DVDs is suspicious, and we no longer have Constitutional rights to protect us.

Luckily for me, leaving Boston is a little easier than getting here. Not much, but a little.

Of course, nothing in life is free, as the folks living in Salt Lake City would find out. Nothing says Evangelical Christian Love like rounding up all the gays and shooting them twice in the skull. The vice president is making a big, congratulatory speech about it. One of my close friends is killed, but I won't hear about it until I arrive in Portland.

The man sitting next to me is glued to his smartphone. "Serves 'em right," he mutters at the government sanctioned murder. In my ignorance of loss, I only ignore him.