Every Story Has A Happy Ending

(Well, except this one.)

A lot of people in the world are misunderstood. I learned that after my mother died and my father and I took up a new career, called stealing. We were wanted all over California since I was eleven, about five years ago. My dad never was behind bars, though there were countless times when it got super close, but that's because we have something that they don't.
My mother invented it so that it can only work properly with a special liquid called Metinorol, and that's how this whole mess started, but it's also the reason why this mess never got cleaned out.
It's a mind chip.