Isis introduced me to him a few minutes ago. I didn't kill him because you can't kill the brother of God. Much the same way I cannot kill the profession unless I convince the family of Man to use their atomics, since y'all are in the same sandbox. Some very pretty Indian ladies convinced me, and Vanessa Williams. Y'all aren't that smart, yet you know every move I make. And since I know that telephone wires are very expensive for universal access, I know that merely trying to televise my every move isn't possible. Or else a lot of people are lying.
The question is, what do we do now? I hate the profession. I will not stop trying to destroy it, even though I know I cannot. Y'all didn't count on communique set two, did you? It surprised the hell out of you. Nor did you predict that I'd find communique set two, or that they would find me. I take lots of satisfaction from that, but not enough. Bury yourselves or find another answer.
