Labels:text | screenshot | font | black and white | document OCR: woke up from my blackout in the threshold, but it felt more like Hell. The threshold, the place halfway between the real world and the verse, is no place to get stuck after a night out. I popped a few gamma boosters, but I still moved slower than old fashioned snail-mail. Despite my strobing vision I tried to recall the events that resulted in my current state. Last night I entered the verse and promptly scored some anti-virals and a good batch of electric brew. Feeling good, I went for a ride on a clock doubled Harley. Saw a few system security pigs but they were no threat to me. The streets were too quiet so I headed over to Malleable Malerie's club where the music is always hot and the ladies even hotter. If anyone knows how to party, it's Malerie. Plus she can do things no one else can on a motorcycle. On arrival she followed me to the backroom and 10
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