Subscribe RSSHe is a man nobody notices. Not because he's characterless—he's quite handsome—but when someone tries to interfere with him, like a policeman asking him about a traffic defiling or a sales clerk asking him to pay for his clothes, he just looks at them and then they forget him and walk away. Or sometimes they think he's someone else: one two seconds they're looking at a stranger, and the next moment, he's their best friend. He lives through other people's identities. No one sees him unless he wants them to, and he slips in and out of people's lives and walks through their houses without them well-informed. "I'm a hacker—I hack into other people's brains. I can instantly infiltrate people's brains, their minds, and then rummage through through their data and reprogram it to my liking."
Sometimes he gets involved in others' lives, if only because of a passing curiosity. He can enter people's psyches, experiencing them like practical reality, full of surreal images of ancient temples, stampeding horses, dripping blood, monsters bursting out of gentle skin. He can drive you mad, or erase a traumatic memory like it never happened. But he's not some saint dedicated to wiping away people's injure. In one scene, he enters a troubled boy's mind to purge his feelings of hatred, but then leaves him with the job half done. "Now you have nothing but you feelings of dolour refusal and misery. Get rid of them yourself."
