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To:Gyrl
From:Razorfun
Subj:I know you are but what AM I?
Test, that’s a good word for it. I’ve realized it’s fine whoever *you* are, I mean whoever you are is okay with me. But the idea of what each of *you* would then make *me* is tripping me out.
Look, depending on who *you* are, then I’ll become one of the following: queer, a straight person, or a freak in some new way that I’m not a freak now. You know?
The hardest thing would be if you were a man. That would be the biggest stretch for me.
Also, nothing about the *content* of who we really are will change, but the *form* of us changes completely. Which I didn’tthink I cared about, but now I find that I do care (disappointing realization).
I used to dream about a better world that would make it easier to figure out who I was going to love. But that ain’t here yet.
I guess none of that makes sense, maybe it’ll just be moot when we finally meet. Wouldn’t that be sweet?
::shakily, but determinedly::
—S.
Dress our young Toobe up as a girl! Oh, what fun! Time to get out the old paint pots and froufrou.
END GWYNYTH DIARY ENTRY
NARRATIVE ENTRY, JABBATHEHUT
The interior of the commercial airliner is a nice, soothing shade of green. Wally Budge needs soothing right now. He’s out to head off his two perps at the pass. But soothing is not the wailing child across the aisle. Or the overlarge man seated next to him, perspiring a particularly vile cologne. Soothing is the text currently scrolling on his laptop.
To:FBCS Investigations
From:DevilsOwn
Subj:We’re IN!
Greetings, missy copper. Yer friendly neighborhood hacker here, with good news.
First, to answer your question: no, I’ve never heard of any “mind-control cult of hackers.” Maybe lay off the conspiracy theories?
BUT I’m in Winc’s email database, and I was able to extract Winc’s unread mail for you. Am I good, or am I better than good? This character sure gets around.
Thanks for the prompt payment. A pleasure to do business with you, darlin’.
—Dev
The good lieutenant winces at “darlin’,” and reads:
Dear Winc,
Do you remember me? We met in the Disabilities Forum. My father says that if you are half as good as the police say you are that you’ll get this message even if your mailbox is bugged.
Well, I sure hope you’re reading this, and I also hope you are what I think you are, a boy in a wheelchair like me, because you give me so much to look forward to. I really think it’s fun to be other things online too.
I am Registered, and so are my parents, but none of us believe the pornography or child abuse stuff they’re saying about you because you never tried anything like that with me so thank you.
Your friend who likes you,
—Emilio Saldarriaga
