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 12/27/95 |
Somebody's been hacking my system. Nolan may have traced me. He did send me email on the data parasite growing in Dad's brain. He calls it an e-leech. Apparently, that's why Dad was whacking himself on the head. Like a dog scratching its ears when it's got ear mites.
Nolan said that I must have an abnormal brain pattern making me immune to the virus. I guess losing your body causes all sorts of things to get rewired. Anyway, Nolan says to kill it. But I can't yet. Whatever the E-leech put into Dad's head, it's damn well gonna remove! Wushu's been calling for three days. Our last meeting was so ghastly Unfortunately, I need advice from Wushu about the E-leech. No choice, gotta face him. This is so hard... Diary bye 08:02
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I'll never forget the look on his face when he saw me in the wheelchair. Whatever was I thinking? Shit.