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November 2, 2005

The Eschatologist: Broogle

The headaches are more frequent. I complained about them to Tandy, who wouldn't listen. Often, she was characteristically unsympathetic, bordering on hostile.

I'm not saying I don't deserve it. I do. A peculiar quirk of my personality embraced the martyr complex long ago. I've been beating myself up since I jacked in and started that search biobot. I should have known better.

The doctor laughed when I'd complained. Bastard. Fifty says he doesn't have a clean net, either. Kids, listen up. Load your firewall into your skull before you go surfing. I didn't. And spam just plain hurts these days.

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