| From: | The Wyrm Ouroboros <aalberdk@******.SAN.UC.EDU> |
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| Subject: | OooOOOOoo. Ganz has a dictionary. |
| Date: | Fri, 17 Sep 1993 04:43:27 -0400 |
It doesn't matter any more. As for 'other, more interested parties' --
any party interested either already has that information (what little
they can keep, on account of my own viruses) or else isn't strong enough
to be able to use it.
Ah, yes -- "I am sane, and will remain so." Hmm. 'Cording to what I've
studied of human psychology, the sane question their sanity, the insane
are sure they are not. Me? Hades, I .hate. knowing I can never walk
under the sun, never feel grass under my feet again. I didn't .like.
sunlight -- gave me a rash -- but that doesn't mean I didn't like it, in
a very primeval sense. Oh -- and I've been a Techno all my life. God
and the Pope don't mean shit if you can't find it inside. I found my
own Deity, and it was within me.
'Basest language ... internal angst ... machinations.' Ooo. You have
access to an online Websters. Ganz, you're the latest in a long line of
would-be conquerors that I and a lot of the rest of us have had to deal
with. Myself, I'm getting a little tired of all the crap -- I go back
to the language of my youth. My most .humble. apologies.
And nothing is out of my control any more, Ganz -- the world runs on
information, information controlled .here. in the Matrix. And here is
where I always am....
As for my death, well -- I died trying to 'possess' a system inside a
mountain in what was once called Colorado -- about forty miles north of
Cheyenne Mt., the place where NORAD sits. I did it -- for 15.221323
seconds before a system error got out of hand and detonated the system.
(I hear it made a .real. nice fire.) My cyberdeck, reading a continuous
flatline for 3.0000 hours, sequenced the same message to every user on
every system connected to the Matrix -- that I was dead, and that any
and all of my bank accounts stashed away across the world were fair
game. And also that my stockholdings in Crystech Inc. were .also. fair
game, to the first non-Nemesis decker that could get to it.
Fastjack got to the fifth cascade of ICe before he tripped anything.
Fastjack is also still alive. Fastjack did not, I'll note, get my
stocks. When I got back, .I. did. Yeah, I'm well and truly dead, as
dead as dead can get. No body, eh? 'Course, y'all'll believe what
y'want. I've got no problem with it.
And yes, Ganz, I think I'll begin a trace sequence on you. Ever hear of
the one wasp down in Aztlan that hunts up spiders, the big hairy ones,
to lay its eggs in? How many spiders do you have, Ganz?]<<<<<
-- The Dead Decker (4:40:44/9-17-54)
