Page 64 of Nearly Roadkill
To:Toobe
From:Jabbathehut
Subj:Patterns
They’re ostensibly after those who break laws in cyberspace, and ostensibly crimes directed towards children. But you’ll learn that threats to children are always the sword held up as the first weapon of invasion. No, they’re after much bigger fish, and many of us will get caught in the net, purely by accident, not by design. They won’t ask questions. They’ll simply arrest people.
—J.
To:Jabbathehut
From:Toobe
Subj:Goofy patterns
I’ve never seen you so ominus, however you spell it. But I think I could take your warning much easier if I could get around like you do. How the heck did you intercept those memos?
—T.
To:Toobe
From:Jabbathehut
Subj:Not so fast, Bub
(May I urge you to use your spellcheck tool?) All I can tell you is that you, like Dorothy, have had the power all along. But unless you know how to cover your tracks, don’t go anywhere you can’t immediately get out of.
Fighting God,
—J.
To:Jabbathehut
From:Toobe
Subj:Paranoid
Hey, don’t worry. I wouldn’t. Talk to you soon.
—T.
END JABBA PERSONAL LOG
TOOBE ENTRY
I just did a bunch of memos with Jabba about this police thing and assured her everything was cool. Then I promptly turned around and started messing around with Jabba’s whole package of bypasses. What’s wrong with me? I started charting her movements, working up to cracking just about every area on the Net. It was so much fun! There were Pentagon files, phone networks, universities, the works.
But did I stop there? Nope. One simple little code I had completely overlooked turned out to be this magic lamp, and boom! I was into the database of ACI, Allied Consumer Industries. Then into some police bulletin board. And that’s where I acted like some addict going through a dumpster. I was just soaring around that place, reading memos and shit. Leaving a trail that might as well have said, Go find Toobe, he lives right there, and he works right here, and his friends are A-Z, and his dad does this, and everything except, thank gawd, my connection with Jabba. Of course she has a shield that protects her from such mistakes. But my connection to everyone else; I handed it all over on a fucking platter. Fuck fuck fucking fuck.
END TOOBE ENTRY
WINC JOURNAL ENTRY
To:Winc
From:Scratch
Subj:Talking
