Normally this journal details vaguely improbable events of one being's rise to a position of ultimate power. Updates have of late been spotty because of the impending (and now past) birth of a child. I'm taking a momentary break from the usual updates to give you an unabashedly maudlin one. For those with sensitive eyes, the details are hidden ( Read more... )

I have begun processing the first several candidates Hiram has culled out of our growing herd of criminals. In one case Hiram had the poor man graduate to breaking and entering. I just happened to be patrolling past the jewelry store when he emerged, pockets stuffed full of firegems and synthetic diamonds. I was also lucky enough to be present when ( Read more... )

I dressed in my uniform and went to visit Harry. The man who had fitted me with my identi-chip wished to dock me one point five percent of all I earned. It was clearly time for me to make my first payment ( Read more... )

I met with Hiram in one of the countless coffee shops that dot this city. I wore civilian clothes, though I did wear my uniform pants. I barely had time to adulterate my beverage with ground cayenne pepper from our table's array of dispensers before Hiram grabbed my hand and said, "You a peep now ( Read more... )

My orientation took the rest of the day, despite my near-perfect memory and burning desire to escape the ever-present "beep!" signalling my progress ( Read more... )

I arrived today at the station which has hired me. I went to the front desk and presented my hand in the manner to which I have grown accustomed. The extremely bored woman looked at my information, then said, "Oh, new fish. Conference room. Third door on the left. Instructor will be there shortly ( Read more... )

I have the results of my mind-scan. They show high numbers in general intelligence, personal drive, and "moral flexibility." I scored extremely high in "desire to see appropriate criminals eliminated." A note in one section claims that I will follow orders well if I am convinced of their usefulness.

I also scored a 640 in math and 780 in verbal.

This morning, when the servitor robot brought me my morning ration of food, I addressed him: "Attention! I request that I be immediately tested for possible employment with the People's Protectorate, Criminal Apprehension and Investigation Division, under the terms of Federal Employment Regulation 11.307(b)(1), Testing of applicants in a timely ( Read more... )

I believe I have found a potential loophole.

I have a plan, but must research more before I am confident of its probable success.

I have met with my lawyer, who informed me that the police were likely to have a warrant to scan my brain within the week. The scan will be invasive, and will undoubtedly turn up information about my illegally acquired chip and how I am working with people who are on the wrong side of the law.

I am unsure whether or not there is a way out of this.