Moving In

So this is my place. 1218B. No one could explain to me the B part, apparently some rooms have letters and some don't. Mine does. The inside is empty. I look out upon this city and I start to realize that I could get used to living here. It will have to do for now. This may be the one place where they won't find me. An anonymous apartment, stuck nice and high in an anonymous gigantic block of concrete in the middle of an anonymous city. Yeah, I should be safe here for awhile. Can't call attention to myself. That guy in the liquor store was eyeing me strangely. I guess he's never had someone buy 12 cases of absinthe. Oh well, that's why it's legal. Of course, there's always the chance he could be in with...them. I'll have to be careful around that one.

My apartment has scarlet red carpeting, white cinder block walls, and ceilings of foamy stucco. The ceiling's my favorite part. It looks like a strange white fungus that inhabits the upper portion of the room. It looks like I could jump up and get sucked into it. I stood on a chair and touched it, but it wasn't soft at all. Strange stuff. My cabinets are all empty. I have a mattress on the floor. The lab is currently stashed in the master bedroom closet. That place is too cramped though, I'll need somewhere else to put it. So far, totally unremarkable. The city is your typical urban pioneering experiment. Hipsters and the homeless. The hipsters like it because they feel like they're the real thing, living in squalor and barely making and rent. The homeless like it because they know the hipsters will give them money. I've done a survey of the city and concluded that the only thing it's missing is a porn shop. Anyway, I'm currently searching for more of the parts I need for The Plan. This relocation is a minor setback, and I shall not let it deter me from my goal.