Once upon a millennium, the boy I was had a dream for the city that never sleeps.
He dreamed he was a super hero. He dreamed he was Tron
Reality had other ideas.
“You’re a spic,” snarled a highly paid assistant director of
an agency I was recruited into by a blonde All American woman dressed in a
London trench coat favored by spies.
To make my existence worse, they took away the woman I
loved.
I remember my memories and abilities were repressed.
Chapter One: It was a dark and stormy knight.
This is the part you bad guys shout in terror at Grid
Security Breach.
Suffer the loss of your information and money and more money
It is going to get worse
My mother is shouting for me to come out of the basement.
She’s trying to lure me into the sunlight with a bowl of
macaroni and cheese
Okay. I’ll bite.
As for you humans, don’t be here when I get back
unless you got movie deal.
I’ll be fine with that
Artwork and text by DAAD/Daniel Angel Aponte Dreamer
Copyrighted 2017
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