Dawn's Razor (Editting)
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 1h 46m
Ongoing, First published Aug 26, 2012
My number is 234-608-123. 

My name is Voice Tredder. 

My reputation is... scattered.

My race is... unknown.


It's not safe where I am... It's 2123, and technology has made a race for digital madness.

I live on Earth, but there's something different, strange about me that makes everyone uneasy and jumpy around me.  Something that says 'you don't belong here'.  And I really don't.  But I don't know how to find my homeland as of yet.  I'm living as a P.I. Private Investigator until then, using all the resources I can get with helping others, to ultimately find the details that puzzle together my past.  All the while there is something deep underneath the surface of Earth that is waiting to become known... and it brings vengeance.
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