MORGAN

I don't know how far along you are. Or even if you're really sick yet. But sooner or later, every juve below twenty gets a dose of the Carbon Plague. The flip side is, if you're over twenty, you usually die of it. So maybe that's the consolation prize.

I wish I could help you through it, but to be honest, I couldn't do anything even if I was really here. There's no cure, and no way to ease it. You're going to think you're dying. You'll charf your guts up or your head will feel like it's gonna split But you'll either go into a coma and die in a few minutes (assuming you've lied about your age or just counted birthdays wrong) - so fast you won't even know it - or you'll come to about six hours from now a whole new person.

The sensorgrid in this safehouse is set to record movement. If you haven't moved after the second day, the AI is set to torch the safehouse (and your body). During this time, the dooes to the safehouse will autolock. The security grid will go to maximum, and the autoweapons should be able to tackle almost anything short of a tank assault. You'll find food dispensers in each room, if you think you'll be able to eat.

If you're up in the next few nours, the grid's set to run a Virtuality sim that will explain what's happening to you. It's got some files Rache snagged out of BuReloc's systems, and Alt's put in a training sim that will help you adjust to your new abilities. Just pass your hand over the grid area and I'll be back.

I wish we could do more. But all we can do is wish you luck, juve. Hang with it. I think you'll survive.

Honest.

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That's it. See you on Friday. Be sure to bring the character you have just finished designing. - Wooz