In order to die, one must first be alive.

[Narcotic]

Neural Net Log - Shodan

Database log:

Monday, the 1. July 820

Time doesn't matter. It never did. There'll always be time; but for some beings it has a greater meaning than for others. Some are dependant on time, some die after a time, and then again; some do never change no matter the time. It can be a privilege and a curse at the same moment.

Myself, as if could speak of me as a 'living being' am damned to 'feel' time. Like a weak being made of flesh and blood. I seek revenge. I lust for blood.

However, there's still a crucial error in my plan. I need a tool. A tool of immense destruction. At best will-less, acquiescent and merciless together. A human? If just their pathetic lifes wouldn't end that quick. I need someone special.

And I've already found that person. The database of Planet Gammu I hacked myself into gave me a generous choice of freelancers, explorers and criminals. And my filters dropped this maltese who visited Gammu exactly 400 days ago.

His name is "Lee del Sol Verde".