Holographic Me (2) - In Deep Sh*t!

It seems that everything about Adamax 001 was centered around him being labeled as "useless." There were no details about his family, school, or even his face. Only his age and the mention of him being useless along with his talent were present.

“What sort of fuckery is this?” Adamax blurted out, his voice sounding like a bratty kid throwing a tantrum.

The only useful piece of information available there was a series of numbers: 002-501-670. But it wasn't just a random string of numbers - the word "day" was written beneath it. So, perhaps it was a date? That seemed like the most likely possibility he could think of.

Adamax tapped the search icon and spent a few minutes typing out various combinations of letters and numbers until he was able to match the code he'd seen. He typed in "002-501-670," and pressed enter.

Tap!

With a decisive tap, Adamax pressed the search button. The page took a little longer to load this time, but eventually, the results appeared.

“Now, this is a piece