Hybrid Nation

Nacao Hibrida

Some supporters of hybrids’ cause seem to have got a version of this blog together over in Brazil - Nacao Hibrida. Awesome!

What’s more I’ve started an Orkut profile where you can go and make friends with me, (Orkut is the MyFace/Spacebook/Friendster of the other half of the world, like Brazil, India etc.)… What are you waiting for?

Kestrella Chu

Kestrella has been reading my blog. That’s why she got in touch.

I wonder how many more of you hybrids there are out there, reading this, thinking you’re all alone and isolated?

Chased again

Trash These Posters!

They’ve started putting these posters up. The Gene Police. With the special hotline number. So if a paranoid member of the public sees one of us, they can call them out to ‘clean up the streets’.

Whenever I see one I trash it. It’s just playing into the hands of the simple-minded. I mean, they don’t even know what causes Creep.

And do you wanna be sent to the Centre for Genetic Rehabilitation?

Vigilantes

My home has been trashed by vigilantes. Kestrella took me back to my squat. They’d broken in while I was out, trashed everything, including my computers and gear. Smeared shit and slogans on the walls, broken the windows.

“Hybrids out, hybrids out!” was the slogan. And worse. You can imagine it.

When we got outside they were still there. They went for us. With knives and crowbars.

Luckily Kestrella is a rich chick — her minder (she’s a Blue, not a Grey like me) drove us away in his armoured car just in time.

Change. I told you it wasn’t my friend.

Change for the better. That’s what we need. Please. Read the Declaration on the link above.

Who is this girl?

I really don’t know about this. I agreed to meet this girl in the cafe, and it seems to have got me into a whole mess.

Before I met her my life was okay. Well, it wasn’t really — but at least I managed to get by. I didn’t have to think too much about emotions. I could forget about my parents, I could forget about feeling loved.

Survival was all that mattered. When you’re on the streets that is all you think about, always looking over your shoulder to see if the Gene Police are after you.

Kestrella is her name. She does things to my feelings. She wants me to help her. It’s not that I don’t want to help her, it’s that I don’t know where it would take me. Like I say, change is not my friend. Change has done me no favours so far in my life.

There is a block of ice in my heart, and I need to take care of it.

And while we’re at it, here’s a drawing of a hybrid I made. He looks older than he is. I think he must be one of the first to catch Creep. Poor guy — no hope. I know how he feels.

Artist’s impressions

An artist has been drawing me. He says he’s gonna put me in a comic book.

I don’t think he looks a bit like me. Too geeky.

He’s gonna send more pics next week. Maybe they’ll be better.

They’ve written a book

They’ve written a book about me. I’m famous.

I don’t believe everything in it. There’s lots left out. But it’s ok.

I’m gonna use this blog to add more to it.

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Enough is enough

This is Johnny Online talking. I am calling all hybrids everywhere in the country.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve suffered long enough. Last night somebody spotted me and they called the Gene Police.

I had to run for my life.

I don’t know how I got away, but I managed it. They don’t catch me that easily.

We’ve been pushed around. We’ve been herded. People are scared of us. Nobody understands us. But we’re still here. We’re suffering. We’ve got to stand up for our rights. Nobody else is going do it for us.

Read the Declaration of the Rights of Hybrids. If you feel the same way I do - get in touch.

We are much stronger together than isolated.