i'm getting real sick of these "bear" creeps.

The Bishops owe me a couple favors and I don't want one of them to be you. You know they're a lot more successful than Liam was.

Kind regards,
Anvi Tyagi

Now it's your turn to wait for my letter. Is it wrong that I like that? To be honest it feels like what you deserve. Maybe I'll 'die' too. Maybe I won't. Please don't try and find me.

It's my fault, I know, so I'm going to take the problem away. I need time to work out what I think and how I *really* feel about it. I think we shouldn't see each other for a while. Longer than a while probably. I want to make that discovery alone. No, I need to. There has to be a point somewhere.

and the animal in your eyes terrified me even knowing the man you killed was just evil. Whenever we talk it feels like a bomb goes off in my head. Some part of me - probably the part from Maa - just needs to challenge everything about you.

knowing they're happy to kill or rape the second they get just the tiniest slither of power? And I know, I know you're not like most of these people, but I know what you've done, what you're capable of. I saw it for the first time 8 years ago and I saw it again last month,

Places like Reno and Vegas, they're not the problem, they're just the symptom. They vomit up their leftovers and the rot spreads outward. People call this a good world? How can I talk to anyone, even if I'm getting groceries

The truth I think is that I don't want anything more to do with the world, right now it feels like maybe forever but I know that's not possible. Every day I look around me and see the filth and shit of this world for what it is.

It's physically hard to write. Sometimes I stop after a word or two because I get a deep pain and tiredness and when I get up I have to throw it all out and start again. I keep my windows covered up. When I finish this I won't even read it, I'll just send it off to you and hope it makes sense.

I've spent the last month trying to think about the last three years. About what happened to me, about why he did what he did to me, about Shark Club, about what I said and did to you and a whole lot more people than that.

Papá,

This is very hard for me to write. Thank you for coming to help me at the drop of a hat like that. It was an honor to finally get to meet Ariel, I know how much she matters to you. I know you've been staying not so far away, so you can come back, but please read what I have to say.

Arlo Andazona
Crimson Caravan Outpost, San Francisco

Anvi Tyagi
[Address withheld], New Reno
September 8 2993

[The majority of this letter is illegible - it's been torn up and scribbled over to deliberately make its contents impossible to read. ]

Papá

come

help

urgent

please
Anvi

The fearless cowboy I always imagined, traveling the whole country and getting involved in all kinds of impossible stuff and coming out the other end, turns out to be some boring and weak sissy. Don't write again. Quit your whining.

Anvi

I'm an adult now and I can handle my own. Have either of you ever even been to Reno? It's no different from Dallas, the reputation is just worse. And we have each other, and that's all that matters. I don't know what to say. I really don't. I'm pissed off, I'm upset, but mostly I'm disappointed.

I can't believe you talked to Rekha (I won't call that woman Maa anymore) before your own daughter. Like you both get to plot against me. You shouldn't have sent Paul to do your work. I told James not to give him our address. You're a man, aren't you? Can't you act like one?

You've got some nerve talking to me like that. Five years without a word and I get a huge letter courtesy of Paul where you think you can talk to me about *my* life? What I do with it, who I spend it with? James Harris is a good man, and I don't regret a single part of moving out.

Arlo Andazona
Weatherly Hotel, Rivet City

Anvi Tyagi
Fixer Upper, Virgin Street, New Reno
April 1 2290

And I'm growing up, and who wants to talk to a girl who writes to her probably-dead old man? So thank you, Papá, but I have to move on. I still wish you'd prove me wrong though. Just show yourself to me, just once, and prove my doubts right. I wouldn't mind your advice.

Love,
Anvi

I know you probably don't read these. I wonder what the Ryder Express does with them all. That's okay. It felt like it was good to write when I had nobody to talk with, but now I have Paul and Harris, and soon enough I'll have my own place which means I'll have plenty of customers to speak to.

Next year I'll be old enough to leave home for good and I'll just do it, not even a goodbye for Maa for all the arguing she does with me. Sometimes I wonder if it's better to have someone like you who never listens or someone like Maa who listens too much.

I'm also learning a lot about how the world really works because I work with a lot of RobCo machines and I get to read everything on them, Harris takes me out on field trips to work with real computers and even two times now I've helped with eyebots. I think this could be what I do with my life.

to come and teach me some more about how computer work and coding, which I've been learning for the last couple of months. I think it's a lot more interesting than the machines mostly because it's like a puzzle you get to work out.

Papá,
A lot has happened since I last wrote you. Paul was a good teacher but he said I was better with programming than mechanics, so he asked a guy he knew called Harris who worked with prewar technology his whole life, with his brothers apparently,