They cancelled my identity a week ago and my life has been hell ever since. A hacker broke into my profile. They used up my karma to get likes from friends, and stole all my bitcoins.
I found out when I tried to buy some e-cigs from the corner store. My card was declined and the cashier didn’t give me any credit. I though it had to be a glitch. I went back to my compartment but the door didn’t open. I pushed the manual authentication button and pressed my face against the glass. The door flashed a message: “IDENTITY FROZEN. ACCESS DENIED.” Shit.
I went to my buddy’s house to borrow some substance and calm my nerves. He didn’t even open the door.
“Who are you?” he said through the receiver.
“It’s Jay, man! Open up! They cancelled my identity.”
“I’ve never seen you before,” he said, and hang up on me. The bastard didn’t remember my face!. Truth is we play online games every Sunday but we haven’t seen each other in person since we were kids.
It’s been a week and I haven’t been back to my apartment or my job. I haven’t talked to anybody since I got locked out. My family won’t accept incoming calls from unknown callers. I could buy a fake identity from the streets but I left all my cash at home.
I’m stuck and I don’t know what to do next. I came to the financial district and I hope to run into my father in the subway. This station is where he used to work. I think. Hopefully he still remembers my face. Panhandling is a hard way to make a living when the most you can get are likes.
August 6, 2017