Karl | FreakAngels | 3
Karl had always been Lo-Tek and proud. Living off the land, what little of it there was in a towering city of neon and chrome. He'd scraped together a rooftop garden some time ago, collecting rainwater and condensation to water the plants.
The place was nigh inaccessible, at least to city-dwellers, people more used to wide safe walkways than narrow catwalks made out of plywood and girders, scrap steel. Though he was well-hidden from prying eyes, most of the 'Teks knew how to contact him if they needed anything.