I – I, objective me, reflective myself, possessive my, mine, plural we.
Am – present indicative of the verb to be. To have state of quality, to hold view, to experience condition, to form the main constituent of, to act the part, to coincide in identity with, to signify.
Mitnick – Miss Mitnick Halloway. Date of Birth -19/01/2008. Age - 19. Place of Birth – New York, United States of America, Trade Nation of America. Father – Dr. Ian Halloway, Chief of Justice for the TNA 2017 – 2022. Mother – deceased. Congenital Diseases – None. Marital Status – Single. Work Status – Suspended. Other Information – Censored 19/12/2027.

I am Mitnick.
Data output invalid.
State your being.
Optibot.
(Pause)
Status Check.
Accessing Phantom Agent.
Commence.

I am Mitnick.
You see a body and this is the body of Mitnick.

A body like all others?
Controlled by the TNA?
Not what it appears to be?
Artificial intelligence?

I am Mitnick.
The thoughts of Mitnick...No…
Mitnick - ‘The Censored’

Accessing Data.
Mitnick File.
Back-story.
Commence.

I had a normal upbringing…

At the age of nine my father was elected an Exectutive Member, appointed the Justice Figure of the TNA. So I engage in the privilege of training and working for them. Stay home Higher Education, an Artificial Intelligence Program taught me everything I need to know.

I do remember when I was child, but it makes my face scrunch.

I always hated my father.

You and I am the result of the Public Safety Law passed by him and it turns out, I am not the only one in an eternal state of emergency.

Since the state of emergency was declared in 2021, I left the house all of 17 times.
After my 18th birthday and two months as a Network Security Consultant, 57 times.

Do you keep count?
I never lost count of that.
Not that it matters now, coz I will never go back.

I should put it all into context.
My future, or should I say my past.
My role in it all.

Working for the TNA….I…I discovered things I never thought possible.

No, none of that really matters.

I worked for myself. I stole and sold Top Level information. A hacker, o.k. a cracker, lets not get technical.

Skip forward and I came across ‘The Censored’. After that, I worked…as hard as I could to become one.

‘The Censored’? We’ve all heard of the Censored, but we don’t seem to know much about them, except who they are.

I am Mitnick the Censored and I am part of a random group of dissidents captured, paralyzed and some might say, brutalized by the TNA.

Harsh or worth it?

We have our past lives taken from us.
A new world.

What you must understand is the Censored are brains. We float, amidst nothingness, an excuse for research, for population control? Who knows?

Our bodies, depending on the condition, are implanted with artificial intelligences. Roam the cities surveying and occasionally work as cheap labor.
Officially, they are Optibots.
Displaced.
Unforgotten.

I am Mitnick the Censored and I should not have contact with my body. Yet…here I am. I exist inside and outside.

What you must understand is how this all came about. In here, I began having remote visions of my body. Some call it phantom agency, but it became more than that. I controlled my dreams and soon, I controlled my body, my optibot. I would tell it stories. Stories of freedom, of life before the TNA and of life in here. The more I did this; the more it succumbed to my control.

I’ve had fun with this.
My body is my top-level password…

But really. Who wants to control?

Born out of control.
Take control.
Over take control.
Give in to control.
Control the controlled?

Hand over the control.

There are others inside here who need to get out, need to be redeemed.

I have created a program, which is stored inside this Optibot.
The program is called ‘Senseless’.

Senseless allows for the stories, dreams, thoughts and feelings of the ‘Censored’ to flow through me.

Let go of control.

I am Mitnick. I am everywhere, and nowhere now.