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Gentlemen and ladies,
My name is, perhaps, Ron Johnson. Perhaps not officially, but this is the only name you have to know me by, for now. Self esteemed exploiter, cracker, encrypter, decrypter, encoder, decoder, programmer... To make it short and simple, unalligned hacker with a lust for digital knowledge, infamy, riches and the misery of the supposed to be "goodie two shoes" companies of Interspace Neuralnet, Interspace Commerce and Ageira. Supposed to be for a reason.
As is common knowledge, it's obvious these groups function nothing like what they claim to be; just and honest. In fact, as you will find yourself to agree, these capitalist swine are nothing more but slavemasters given masks by the republic of Liberty in order to seem just and honest, so they can covertly lash their oppressive and manipulative whips onto their employees, and users of their services, software, technology and the like.
This, of course, is disgusting behavior, which aches me to come with the request of enlisting me into your syndicate of elites. Why would I be worth giving a chance? Clearly, I wouldn't bother contacting you through means which you are accustomed to if my intentions weren't genuine. As for what I could possibly want from you; the knowledge you could pass on to me would be paycheck enough for me. After all, even basking in a miniature percentage of omniscience is an ultimate dream and achievement.
As requested, I have successfully followed the more or less public instructions given. Leaving behind everything I owned, it was just a matter of waiting for a naive enough prey to secure my needed credits for a Dagger. In New York, it was the vessel Bowex)Churchill which caught my attention. Refer to the file communicationLog1.log located in the same directory as this file for more details.
With the captain of the vessel a few credits lighter, and my competence proven, I headed out to Ontario, only to find myself being shot by Liberty Rogues and my docking access to be denied on Cochrane. That's something I should have thought through before I traveled all the way there.
I returned to New York, headed to Rochester to purchase a few high yield MX-17 explosives (also known as the beloved nuclear mines), and headed out to Newark station. With the mines on sharp, I snuck up on a cluster of cargo containers, quickly jettisoned the explosives, and set them off with an S-2 Slingshot missile fired right before I charged my cruise engines back up, enabling a clean getaway (as far as clean goes). The resulting explosion was immense and shook up my Starflier pretty badly. Visual evidence I tried to make turned out distorted and unidentifyable, hence I won't bother you with that part.
What little loot I could scavenge from the popped open containers was enough to bribe my way past the Rogues and into Cochrane. Returning some weapons belonging to an ex-Hacker seemed to have given me a slight liking as well (refer to the file Torbay.img located in the same directory).
With the ship deal of my Dagger completed, I finally set out to get my new identity in order in Magellan. Not much worth mentioning on my way there, except the remains of an Outcast, Balboa, which I shamefully plundered for its remaining cardamine. I even got a few guns off it, although seeing as they had little use, I simply sold them as I arrived at Mactan (refer to the file Balboa.img located in the same directory).
At Mactan, it was but a matter of wasting sets of Bounty Hunter platforms around the Barrier cloud in order to secure a mild liking amongst Mactan's denizens. The money I made off those simple tasks was enough to pay off two residents in order to have them slap a fancy "Lane Hacker" tag onto my Dagger, along with the proper identification papers. The rest is, as they say, history!
Refer to the files shipStatus1.scan and shipStatus2.scan to finalise this message.
I hope to be working with you soon. With regards, Ron Johnson.