Boss stares at a mailing list. No longer laying on a hospital bed, he now has a powersuit to walk around with, but it is broken, and his body injured. He is beset by lawsuits, and many of the most private operations of his businesses are being broadcast live to the world. [His core offices are tearing themselves to pieces. His enterprises are somehow taking over his own mind and body, wreaking havoc on the world, and laying the blame on him.?]
Boss: “Mailing list, I remember I began reviewing you because I heard somebody had mentioned mind control.” Boss: “There were unauthorized hackers on the list, who wanted to talk about their work, so of course I was going to kill them.” Boss: "I'm now somewhat confused. I don’t quite remember what I am doing.”
