From:	R Andrew Hayden <rahayden@*****.WEEG.UIOWA.EDU>
Subject:	To Sierra
Date:	Wed, 10 Feb 93 22:12:06 CET

>>>>>[Oh, Sierra, of course you can trust me. We've been through
things together that would frighten even the bravest of sams. We
have a bond of friendship that transcends life itself.

As for poor Isaac, he came down with some kind of really nasty
disease. It was eating him up on the inside and causing him so
much pain. He asked me to end the pain for him, which I did. I
couldn't stand to see our mentor suffering like that.

I don't know what caused this disease. I've been reading over his
diaries, but all I can find are vague references to ongoing work
against some big corporation. He ran against them alone, and it
looks like it cost him in the end. I can't figure out who this
corp is; he never mentions the name. He does mention in there
that "Life is too sacred to create like this! T is going too far
this time!!", whoever T is. I try not to give it much thought.

As for being magic, I won't kid you, it is impossible to describe.
Apparently up until yesterday I had never done anything. I flew
with Eagle a few months ago out in the desert, but never did
anything except to explore my consciousness and the world around
me. Last night I was just sitting in my window and I guess I
astrally projected, according to Raven. It was just weird. I
feel the magic beginning to stir within me, and I don't know what
to do with it . . . and it scares me at times.

Sierra, we are friends; we are family. Nothing so long as you live
is more important than that. If you need me, just let me know.
I'll go through the fires of hell to help you. And being a troll
might make it a little easier, too :-) ]<<<<
-- Norm Conquest <14:42:16 / 02-09-54>