| From: | Brian Rogers <rogers@****.UIUC.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Frag! |
| Date: | Thu, 10 Nov 1994 00:43:51 -0600 |
>>>>>[Trixie, what the frag is going on? I wake up to find that YOU put
a stop on my incoming mail and that you have been tinkering with
my deck. You know I dont have a clue how to fix whatever it was you
did to it. Luckly one of my doctors brought someone with him who know a
bit about interfaces and got it fixed. What gives? And where is my helmet?
And what were you doing here? I didnt send for you nor did I want you involved
in anything like this.
If you have it, I dont think you know what you have on your hands. If you
value you life and your job, do NOT down load that data OR run it through the
simulator. That is information for my eyes only. Put it away in a safe place
and say WELL away from it. Its not safe in a magical way.
I do not really appreciate your fiddling with my deck. Its taken me this
long to find my mail and Winston guesses that it will take him another
2 or three hours to find the mail you deleted.
Im going to let this one slide because I feel it in my heart that YOU felt
you were doing this for my own good.
Did YOU call my father? I can take care of myself you know! ]<<<<<
-- Kor <06:26:00 / 11-10-55>
***** PRIVATE: Kor
>>>>>[ I did it for you, boss. You were really fragged up when that Dances
with Bears woman got you. I THOUGHT that you would have appreciated seeing a
kind face when you woke up, I guess I was wrong. Frag me!
As for your father, I didnt call him. I asked Waltzes with Bear about it
and she said she didnt do it either. I dont know who did.
I 'fiddled' with your deck to speed it up a bit so you werent hobbled as much
when you jack in and I hoped that I fragged it up enough so you wouldnt go
jacking in before you were well enough. AND I didnt delete no mail of yours.
I only read it, saved it, and responded to the important stuff because you
were still sleeping. Someone asked me if what you wanted them to do with
your payment and I had them move it to an account down in the CL for you.
I told the people in your little encrypted file (I uploaded a new encryption
routine for you, yours was months old) that you got out safe.
Some guy named the Whistler was looking for you to help him on a job but
I told him that you were too sick to work just yet. Thats it, I swear
it]<<<<<
-- Trixie <07:05:00 / 11-10-55>
