Rats climb up from the makeshift trapdoor in the basement, lights buzz as the laptop screen darkens. Bits of hardware, electronics and wires cover benches and desks. In the middle I sat on an uncomfortable desk chair, looking over an old nokia brick cellphone. It showed no service and held minimal contacts, only being Mom and Brother. I turn it off and toss it into the pile of numerous other phones I've nicked for scrap or hacked for Masquerade sake. I turn back to the laptop, opening up the one next to it and wiggle both to life. Messages sit unread or unanswered as I watch the clock tick closer and closer to sunrise. One perk of immortality is learning patience.