To: Graves, Gustav | 001

[G. Graves]

...hack.initiated...connecting.to.Spyglass.Network...decryption.in.progress...
...Deceiver.Gustav.Graves..recognized...encoding.transmission...
...uploading.data...

Miss... Casta.

Excuse my small bout of silence but I found myself mesmerized by the shine of your eyes. Your sister cannot hope to reach that amount of clarity.

Yes, the Hackers. They're here, or one might think. I begin to believe that we both miss that times might have changed, and not only ourselves. The Ghosts were once a more vibrant and powerful alliance of strong men and women devoted to the good of Malta, while the Lane Hackers once with wit and cunning, today with lethargy and empty words, defended the small man of Liberty from the ever overreaching grasping hands of the corporate system that asphyxiates those who cannot defend themselves. If anything, we both are to blame. The projects on Corsica lie long in the past, one in which we both might have been blinded by our own grandeur. You ask where the Lane Hackers of that time are, and I suppose they're dead, and good riddance. We are that which remains. So. Will we pick up from that?

...encryption.in.progress...disconnecting.from.network...hack.terminated...