Okay, I’m only going to admit this because it’s cathartic
and I don’t think anybody is actually going to read this blog. But here it goes, sometimes I don’t think I’m
good enough. Yeah on the outside I am confident and cocky. Yeah I know I’ve saved the world on more than
one occasion. But here’s the kicker, the
knee to the groin, I didn’t do any of this until I had a super computer (and
that’s putting it mildly) wired to my cerebral cortex. Deep down I know I’m a pretty accomplished
guy, almost got a Ph.D, almost graduated from police academy, almost got a
black belt. Even before HARV was hooked
into my brain I had some nice successes of note. I exposed the cat eating fad “the other other
white meat” as a sly marketing campaign from a pet company that accidently
cloned too many cats. I busted Time
Express for showing their “we get it there yesterday,” was a scam, they just hired psi’s to convince
you they delivered it yesterday. Thing
was I was mostly famous for just being the last licensed private investigator. I was
more of an oddity, a man with an affinity for things from before the turn of
the century doing an outdated job.
-Zach
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