Born Hard Again: Book Three of the Future Remembered Chronicles Read Online Free PDF

exclaimed loudly, to my own surprise. 
    The killing came easily after that point.  The girls were unarmed and unarmored, and I slaughtered them mercilessly with the power of my surgipod-enhanced metal suit.  The irony of this healing machine being used to deal so much death was not lost on me and I chuckled as I plunged the harsh corner of the compute pad into the gums and teeth of another, now sorrowful, sorority sister.
    "Preston!  Preston!  Ow!  No!  Stop it!" I heard TK's protest stabbing into my brain, interrupting my murderous flow.
    "Ay, ay, yo, P!  Don' be leavin' my body and shit, P!  Dat's my shit, dog!  Ay!  Ay, ya hear' me?" Koochy gurgled from the now-bloodied compute-pad which I continued to use as a bludgeon. 
    "Shut up!  Shut up!  I'm almost... there!" I grunted and crushed the spine of an unlucky pledge. 
    "Hashtag TTYN, you dick! " she lamented as her last breath of life left her lips.  I realized this was the girl that had tried to start a friction fire with my wang as the tinder.  I wished I could kill her again. 
      Finally, I had thrown off enough of my assailants to get to my feet.  I rose from my knees and dispatched a few more girls before reaching the giant iron gate that I had been limboed under mere hours ago. 
    "No!  He must not escape!" Makayla, whom I had forgotten entirely, cried out from the other side of the club.  I was surprised I could hear her bitching over the DUM- shh -DUM- shh -DUM- shh of the club music which was pummeling my ear drums. 
    The gate was too big for me to move.  Frantically, I began searching for some kind of controls.  The barrier looked entirely analog.  There were no visible buttons, switches or control panel of any kind. 
    "Koochy!" I remembered my techno-wizard friend in the palm of my hand. 
    "Yo, dog!" Koochy responded immediately.  "Jes what da fuck you 'bout over dere, son?  Dat shit sound cray cray, boy!"
    "Can you... hack this door or something?  Fuck, I'm stuck!  I've got to get to TK!" I pleaded with the compute-pad I held while a pack of ravenous co-eds drew closer to me.  They would have already reached me, I realized, were they not hip-hop dancing their way to me.  It was actually quite an impressive routine and I found myself wishing I were here under different circumstances.  "Marcus, help!"
    "Ay, so, hell no I cain't hack dat damn do', fool!" Koochy ridiculed me.  "Ol' dumbass, how you thank I be goan do dat?  I ain't no damn wizard ass negro!"
    "You hacked death but you can't hack this door?" I asked incredulously.
    "I'll hack yo' punk ass, how you like me now?  Unnnghh!"
    "What?  Koochy, Marcus, someone - help!" Glancing back over my shoulder, I could see that I had only seconds before rejoining battle with the dancing girls. 
    "Ay, yo, P!" Koochy continued.  "Son, yo ass is da key!  You goan have ta get more juice in dat dere suit, ya hear' me?"
    "That sounds hard!"  Usually I could delegate my way to success.  "No really, Marcus, I need you.  Please help me hack the door!" I yelled frantically.
    "I ain't no damn wizard ass negro!  I'll hack yo' punk ass, how you like me now?  Unnnghh!" came the reply from the compute-pad.
    "Huh?  Didn't you just say that?  What the fuck?" I asked.
    "Uhh.  Damn, P.  I scraight fo'got to tell yo' dumb ass," Koochy explained.  "My personality centa be runnin' on a local network of shit-ass compute-pads.  Dese things don't even got no gold trim, they just be like 'white bitch compute-pad 1', 'white bitch compute-pad 2' and shit.  I be runnin' slow and I ain't even blunted!"
    I pondered this in stunned silence as the group of large-breasted co-eds danced towards me.  Why were my problems always piling up all the time with no resolution?
    "Most of my hackin' skillz be in a backup in the clud, you gotta hook me up wit' some mo' shit befo' I can be a propa hackmasta," Koochy continued.
    "Fuck!  You're not even your whole self in there?  So I'm talking to the most