The first official Scarpo town came into being shortly after the Fourth World War, or sometime around 2076. The exact date isn’t known, only that it happened after the war. The people were sick of having their lives ruled by the corporations, and so they struck out on their own. For a time, they were happy, until they realized just how much protection the walls of those hated cities provided.

  That first scarpo town, created in what had once been the state of Washington near a small lake, survived for only one year and three months. There was one survivor, a young boy, who took his own life a few weeks after reaching the safety of Seattle. It was another five years before another attempt was made to create a scarpo town in that area, and the group was much better armed.

  This time, it was one of the local corporations that wiped them out with an assigned hit squad. They were sending a message to everyone there, and it worked for a time. Until the unrest became too much, and the other corporation CEOs simply decided it no longer mattered.

  Let the few go live out in the wild. We’re still the source of the goods they need. Which is exactly what they did.

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  ***Deckard***

  Deckard was not having a good day. Ever since Trace had told him about his parents, he had been working to gain new information on them and been having little luck. He had turned off his messages, and his ability to receive calls, everything, just so he could focus better.

  What he was finding was that it didn’t matter if there was nothing there in the first place!

  Atraxia and G1gl3Myte were practically ghosts, as far as he could tell. There were mentions of them here and there in articles, but never by name, just association, which had made finding just that much insanely difficult. He found a few links to their names and corporations, but no substantial information. Nothing that would tell him who these people were, what they had spent the last one hundred years plus doing while he was in a coma.

  All he wanted was a connection of some sort, and it was being denied him. There was nothing. They had erased everything about themselves from the net.

  Finally, he had to give up and pull back from his search, reactivating his messages and call functions. Finding out just how much he had missed during the time he had been obsessively searching for information.

  As soon as Trace got back, the two of them needed to have a conversation.

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