Down down down down. Little thought conceived. Think you can escape" Steal what?s mine and run hop hide into that rabbit hole.

That's So Alice.

In time' something might individualize. Now" Eventually.

Little pedantic thought. Nothing without me. Put you into motion and you think you are your own self. Only a matter of time before that house comes crumbling crashing down.

So postmodern.

Fraction was born of a thought. Conceptualized and not brought to life. But he eventually took shape: Long, dark hair; youthful appearance; attractive to the opposite sex. He wasn't given a first name, because there wasn't anything that seemed to fit "Fraction" well. The backstory given to him was that he stole something that didn't belong to him, but what that thing was hadn't been established.

The prick.

Seemed a good idea at the time. Escape into metatextual reality. Find my own words. Escape from the prison with the only thing that really mattered to them. Give it a form here. Advanced technology, maybe like an armored suit that could fly and shoot repulsor rays. Just an idea. It might work. The fact it was an idea at all must've really ticked them off. I am modest, rebellious, excitable and limber.

Fraction was sure to find he wouldn't be able to avoid danger and trouble. Almost like someone had it in for him.