Rebirth was botched. So I’m told. Got over the sickness. My memories are gone. Like lost luggage from a long shuttle flight. Nothing anyone can do. Have a nice day.
Not looking for sympathy. Looking for clues. Found some side work with security. Apparently I know my way around a lounge and I can get people talking.
Not sure what it means. Maybe I was a barkeep in the previous life. I don’t think I was a cop. Their HQ doesn’t feel right.
Bartender said I should write all this down. Maybe it’ll help.
Found a job. More on that next time.
Who am I? A snitch? A detective? Doesn’t feel right.