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Hope was a middle class wage slave, or so they say, working in the accounts department of some rather ecentric Johnson.  What corp it was is still locked away securely in the Trix.  But that is not the point of this entry. 

The 'runner' Hope was named so by the dozens of people she tried to help.  Most of them nothing more than squatters or gang bangers and joy girls.  Dressed in her simple suites and semi-formal work wear, she would casually walk amognst the long-ago forgotten and lend a helping hand wherever she could. 

Her help was mostly company.  And no, I aint talking about the Joy girl kind.  Her company was just a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to, a friend.  But amognst all this, something else was there you see.  And I aint ever told anyone this, but I swear dis girl was magic.

No, she didnt do magic, I think she WAS magic.  Everyone just felt better after seeing her.  Even the rogher tougher crowd didnt harm her none.  Somehow they jsut knew she helped.  She even bailed me out of the Stars lock up once.  300 cred I still owe her, but she aint ever come to collect.

Hell, if she ran for Mayor, I think she would win.  That is, if us all could vote and all…

Hope.  That is what she was and that is what she gave us.