To: bscheurs@security.citidas.triop.com From: tmperez@bebop.dcl.uiuc.edu Subject: Not sure if you're getting this... Date: 20 December 2070 Bri: They said that you'd be at Citidas by now, but it's up to some debate still....it may fall on nothing or an inactive account for a few more days, but I had to write anyway. It's been so long a silent period already, and so lonely....well... Basically I'm just rambling. I miss you, very much. I've gotten a bit less spectacularly wallowing about it than I was last month, but it's still a void, and getting worse what with the holidays coming up again. My buddies have definitely made commentary, *man* I must seem like a complete moony sixteen year old. Which leads, natch, to them going to silly lengths to try to cheer me up. Piotr, bless his demented little mind, vowed he wouldn't rest until my and/or Mother Russia's honor was avenged on you with a rapid-fire Nerf cannon until I hit him enough times for him to be convinced that it was the capitalists, not you, at fault. (He's a bit confused. Make that a lot. I think finals stress got to us all). Other than that, doing okay enough. Blew my finals project away, much joy, big happy. Everybody else didn't mind what they got in my immediate circle. Especially not after finals. It was like night of the living dead, I swear. More bags under eyes than in a Samsonite store. Got the cat an early Christmas gift of a catnip toy, so now I'm seeing her stoned, which makes her even *more* entertaining than usual. Also upgraded my system, so I feel properly life-affirmed and in a major state of conquest. I'm rambling I guess. So I better shut up. I've never been very good at emails, especially romantic ones. All I know is I love you very much, I miss you, and maybe one day, that won't be an issue anymore. Hope hope... Love XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX Tina ******************************* Lighting-level decryption: ******************************* Ian: I hope this damn thing will get though and you're getting defrosted soon...most of all this gets through undetected all right. I used a good encryptor so we should be good. You haven't shown up at Blandine's yet, so I take you're still under but I hope that's changing in a few days, because God knows it's unchanged I still miss you terribly. Call me clingy, call me co-dependent, but this here Daughter misses the snuggles, and hopes it's same for you. I kind of had a rotten November after you left, but Paul, Shosh, and the boys kept me going, and most importantly, fed me gyros. Gyros, they are good angst food. (Tau just waved hi from where he is. All four inches of him. He's eating a granola bar and belching intermittently. Yeeecch, damn slob Dominations...) Gwynn and Zo have been good to me too, which helps. They wonder why I'm not particularly interested in even platonically dating anybody since you left, but oh well. I have good friends. I hope I return the favor. My hair's growing out. First it was kind of neglect from depression, then I thought 'hmm' and kept it going. I had double reinforcement after Paul suggested oh so idly that maybe I could take a look to see if there's any openings for gifted computer science grad interns on Citidas....followed up by *Shosh* making oh so idle suggestions along the same line.... I don't know about *Boss's* opinions on the subject, but he hasn't said anything about the optimality or lack of, so I'm doing a sort of what the hell and looking anyway. *NOTE*: And here's the important part of the email after all the inconvenient rambling: Trade finally found a few things, as did I in my spare time. It seems that both Sandalphon and OmniCyber are parts of TriOp, or so closely tied in by cash flow it doesn't make any difference if they are or aren't. ...Interesting, isn't it, hmmm? They're hoping to specify more exactly *who's* pulling the strings, but after all that's happened, and given the basis of your own investigation Arasaka-side, there's obviously no coincidence that all this shit happening is tied together. If there's more I can relate, I will, if Boss hasn't yet. I guess I don't know anymore. I still miss you, I still love you, and I hope that soon distance won't be so much an issue anymore. Walk in illumination, m'love. Yours always, TIPHARETH P.S. I wasn't making up the bit about Pitor. He needs serious mental help.