written by Mark R. Upson
Somewhere, in the dead of night and dark of basement, there is a scene police detective, hard at work, calling bullshit on anything he/she perceives to be hipster bullshit. Right now, he/she has preemptively called in enforcement's from the anti-cascadian task force and the FTT (Far To Technical) tactical division. They are plotting to take Cara Neir down where they stand, as terrorists to the norm. But they have underestimated Cara Neir's position within the Matrix and failed to send corpsepainted agents. Cara Neir have already penetrated the system. They will find you if you don't find them. Its the music that drives them. It is the music that brought them here.
