Cyberpunk Nightmare

 

I dreamed I was some sort of cyber urchin on the streets of Hong Kong, just hacking my way through life. I had a talent for breaking into the most secure online systems. Bank accounts were a steal, and I could siphon away thousands of Euros onto a secured thumb drive.

I was trying to escape this life of neon-lit eternal darkness. I'd managed to get the latest electric rollerblades, and I was zipping through the streets, occasionally joining in a dance in the street, never settling down for long.

The dream concluded with my finally securing an electronic passport for a made-up identity. It turned out that I'd been vat-grown from local stock, and that they'd wanted me to be a Caucasian boy - so they'd arranged for alterations before I'd been born.

Then they'd abandoned me, because some other clinic had come up with a better fit.

So I'd lived my life on the street, being looked after by the clinic staff until it had closed down on my 15th birthday, and then truly abandoned since everybody in the clinic was dead.

My dream ended with my arrival in Hamburg, Germany, where they'd embraced the Japanese aesthetic of coffin hotels. An ally back in Hong Kong had made arrangements to secure a single pill, jet black, skull and crossbones on the side.

A suicide pill.

It was supposed to be quick and painless. But as it turned out, it had been a placebo.

The last thing in the dream was the screen on my phone, bemoaning the fact that I'd been bilked.