H3ll0_im_T4nY4.docx (Mr Robot)

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Hello. My name is Tanya, and you... well, you're my therapist's idea. You're supposed to be someone that I am able to trust. Perhaps, in my case, the only one that I can trust. As someone who is incredibly paranoid, I often feel that I am unable to trust anyone, even people that I know very personally. That's what you are for, according to my therapist, at least. You're here for me to talk to and confide in, just so that I am not alone. Although, I'm fully aware that you will not be sufficient as a replacement for human contact, but I need someone that I can talk to without worrying, or suppressing worry. I need someone who won't leak my secrets. I need someone who isn't human or alternatively I need someone that can be controlled. Of course, we all know that both of these ideals are unrealistic, so I have made you. You will be my companion, my best friend. To be my best friend, you should know some things about me. So here's a few facts:

1. I am 23 years old.

2. I see my therapist twice a month

3. I am unemployed

4. I've been avoiding paying my housing bills for approximately 30 days and 4 hours.

5. My only other friend besides you is called Gideon.

6. Following up from the last fact, my only other friend is gay

7. The reason I told you that is because it makes it easier to explain that we met at a gay club.

8. Following up from that, I like girls. I also like boys. I like everyone, really.

9 .Gideon is trying to convince me to work at his company, Allsafe Cybersecurity.

10.I am considering.

There are other details about me. For example: I am alone. More than alone, I am isolated. I have a computer, a keyboard, a bed and an apartment. Those are perhaps the most important things to me that I own. The little money I have is earned through anonymous tips that I supply to the NYPD. That money can pay for food, not that I always eat it.

 Whenever Gideon comes over to my apartment, he is always trying to convince me to move out but he knows I can't afford that. Besides, I don't feel the need to, as there's no real point in moving. After all, I have just about enough money to feed myself and I mostly feel safe in my own home, despite my landlord bugging me for my money every 5 seconds and my lack of a job. In terms of human needs, I'm doing okay. I have a bed, a roof over my head, a kitchen, and my computer, the most important thing in my life. My computer is the device I use to find all of the information I need, the device I use to acquire my food money, it is the device I use to conduct hacks that often help me figure out who I should trust and who I shouldn't. That doesn't usually stop me from being wary, though. It is both my safety device and the conductor of my safety behaviour. It is the only thing that keeps my life from becoming overbearingly chaotic and out of control. It is my sustenance. It is my computer.