my real ID is my face. i was born without a name but with my face. i worked on a port before and i never had ID. at least it stayed tucked away beneath my skin. the guards would cringe and bristle everytime they saw me sauntering in. america is different. america is harder. you must prove who you are. you gotta prove everything. no trust. suspicion in every gesture, in every word. i suspect us. america has incredible forensics but criminals will be criminals. criminals adapt. always one step ahead. mind readers are on the horizon. thought police stalking the thought crimesters into the underbelly of the human cesspool. fun to hack that. hack your thoughts to trip the law. i bet orwell didn’t see that one coming.