Hello Grandmother,

I’ve found my hiding spot. Now it’s a matter of who you trust to keep it safe, and at this point, I don’t have anyone. The best option I have is to give it to someone who appreciates it’s value. So I’ve made a deal, with the junk dealer Flux. If I wind up dying trying to do the things I plan on doing, then Flux will be the one who is able to retrieve them. It doesn’t know where my valuables are now, but he’ll find out as soon in case I kick the bucket. He’ll be more inclined to broker a trade that helps himself than anyone else, and that has positives along with its negatives.

I don’t plan on going out in a blaze of glory, but there are some dangerous things I’m going to have to do. Things are getting tense in the darkness. Robots are agitated that vampires blame them for every problem. Vampires are paranoid that robots are in there midst. Nobody trusts the future anymore. If I don’t do something now, something I know can help, then everyone on Earth is going to suffer the consequences.

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