drmollytov (then just called "molly") was raised by a Commodore 64 and an Apple IIGS. Her meat parents - both botanists - did not allow her to watch television or play video games, nor did they choose to live within half a mile of other human beings. Consequently, molly's childhood was spent tromping around the Michigan woods in the daylight hours and turning BASIC into her personal b*tch at night. When yelled at to get off the computer, molly read the 1964 Encyclopedia Brittannica, which she finished in the summer of 1993. (Do not ask molly about the Vietnam War or the moon landing.)
molly is Overeducated by any measure, having discovered that universities will just hand you money for being Good at Universities. molly was so good at Universities that she didn't leave for many years, instead teaching impressionable Youths to "condense meaning from the vapor of nuance" and also to cite their sources (Stephenson 1992).
Upon realizing that the University thought molly was One of Them, however, molly said "fuck this" and left for the poorest public high school within driving distance of her house, where she teaches the surplus population to access and manipulate information on the Web, thus to satiate its curiosity and/or stick it to The Man. She also peddles information storage devices that, when interfaced with a human mind, are capable of causing intense hallucinations. molly has won several awards for peddling hallucinatory devices to children and has not, somehow, been busted even once.
In 2021, molly's motorcycle was infiltrated by an SUV driven by a young lady who didn't bother to look before turning left. this is how molly became an unwilling participant in a cyborg experiment. molly's left femur, pelvis, right ankle, and right arm now contain a titanium infrastructure that transmits detailed information about barometric pressure by lighting up molly's nociceptive system like a fucking video game every time it's about to rain. molly never forgets her umbrella.
molly spends her free time reading, gardening, raising chickens, making this silly website, and watching movies with an extremely hot gremlin man who sells guillotine stickers to children. Together they are planning their next move in the apocalypse.