Message no. 1

From:	The Wyrm Ouroboros <aalberdk@******.SAN.UC.EDU>
Subject:	Back atcha, Dobbs.
Date:	Thu, 2 Sep 1993 02:02:47 -0400

>>>>>[I chose to die so that I could be the future, Dobbs. You
graduated a gem, perhaps -- but it was flawed, like all other gems made
of flesh. He was fatally flawed, as well -- and as soon as he'd gotten
old enough, and the smallest bit of experimentation done to him, he fell
apart -- almost literally. They didn't have to torture him, they were
too busy trying to keep him integrated.

If observing this without getting involved in order to preserve my own
functioning makes me a demon, so be it.

Go ahead with your vengance, child. I work my own magic with his
knowledge and against his destroyers, his creators, in my own way.
Declare me irresponsible -- it will not change those things I do, for
what reasons I do them.

He thought I was a world-class decker for a very good reason -- I am.]<<<<<
-- The (Dead) Wyrm Ouroboros (Here I'm not!/Nyah-Nyah-Nyah)