"This is the last will and testiment of Jim Mckenna.. I leave everything to my wife... the.. second wife... cause the first ones richer then I am."
*coughs*
"I havent recorded a log an almost half a year.. most of that is because my logs are recorded on the Estium. Its mostly medical logs though. I wish i was there.. Dr. Slaughter would have quick-patched and doped me up a storm. But Here in O49... the zoner hospital thier real holistic, toughen you up or kill you kinda treatment.
I gotta admit it works real well in trying to avoid a gunfight... Which is why im here. Some Oracle Cronies shows up cause of me brother and probably wanted to ransom me for him.. I don't know what he did to those folks but.. If his moral heuristic programs or his brain implant busted anything possible..
Still.. *he takes several breaths..* Still... Im shooting his dick off when I see him again."
*sounds of a tray being moved into his room.. some muffled curses instructions....*
"Whens the new disc being put in... its .. hurting like it used to."
*muffled muffled "ill tell the doctor"*
"Alright... .. so.. instead of being dead.. I get shot a few times.. A bad call going up when I should have got out. This HUGE.. chick.. this BEHEMOTH dyke with red hair SHOOTS me in the back when im already down. Thank god Doc's handiwork took the shot. Then I guess after she figured I was dead my droid arrives late in the petrol and vaporizes her as she tried to take the lift down."
*coughs*
"The other two with her were junkies.. but she.. she was dangerous.. not like the nice folks I met when I was helping them out in Omicron 81. Perhaps she was rouge.."
