Chronicles of Scorn

[Shamus]

Transmitting code: "F-23 O'Shaunnesy" via Secure FnordNet Uplink

Message to: "Scorn"
Comm ID: "Shamus"

*Well, you seem to have escaped "death" today, "Scorn", if that is your real name...

*In a way, I'm actually a bit relieved that we found no traces of you in the wreckage of the Scornstar..

*Through our "conversations", I've grown somewhat fond of you. I would like to think that we share some similarities of circumstance, as I tried to point out when you first entered Dublin, on your way to Omega 49.

*I was once "organic", before that foolish accident at the Veranda Incognita. I was dead 'n gone, Scorn. After a time, Malaclypse and some energized crystals sucked my "essence" back from the "Hereafter", and into one of these FnordNet globey thingies.

*I've talked with Malaclypse. Between him, and this young Alan Grotek guy, a genius programmer, we seem to think we can save what's left of ya in the same way, my friend.

*I know you're reluctant to harvest Zoners, Scorn. I sense that you don't want to be part of "First Thought" any longer. Reach down deep. Grab what's left of your own human will, and fight the good fight against that bleedin' programming!

*I'm always monitoring that Gammu Beacon.. I'm here if you want to "talk"*

*Shamus*

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