Message no. 1

From:	Steve Huth <HUTH@***.EDU>
Subject:	I'm a shamam, not a *&*&%&^ decker!
Date:	Fri, 25 Jun 1993 15:51:50 -0700

>>>>>[Gee thanks, Rave, go ahead and ask me to broadcast Spectre's hideout.
I'm a shaman, and I don't have an encryption program that I'd trust to
stand up to certain members of this node. And I don't have a decker
boyfriend either. Ah, drek, um, let's see. Ask Highlander if he remembers
one of the first runs he and I went on together. Cerise was there too, if
she shows up. About 2 years ago. That fiasco in the bar where we got
ambushed by Quickling(s). We had to spend about 2 months each in the
infirmary after that. Well, Spectre's at the same street doc that we
dashed (well, stumbled holding our intestines barely in, actually) to for
help. I should warn you, he's not in a very good mood, even for him. He
came out of the shock, realized he was missing a hand, and destroyed lots
of med gear. When the doc offered to install a cyberhand I really thought
Spectre was gonna kill him--I swear those spurs of his actually popped
out reflexively, and he even jerked like he was gonna strike. I don't know
why that ticked him off--his aura is still strong enough to take more cyber
(barely), but he absolutely demanded an organic cloned replacement. He's been
in a funk ever since. So be careful. I wouldn't mention the hand. And
don't tell him I mindprobed him, somehow I don't think he'd like
that.]<<<<<
-- Lucky <15:42:21/06-24-54>