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something they had you draw in therapy?"
    Gill examined his drawing. "No, it’s a picture of happiness. You can protect the AD project symbolized by the power of this little happy image.  I got this from Emperor HeiwaZuki. He said it had special power."
    Robert looked at Gill to see if his head was still glued on.  "You’re both fucking nuts."
    Gill chuckled. "Look Rob, I know I’m not an engineer like you.  We’re a team.  I promise the biggest bonus yet and  when you’re done you can work at any office in the world.  But we have a responsibility to an Emperor."
     "Bullshit. I’ll go to Japan and fix the shit this one last time and then I’m done, got it?"
     "Robert, what you do after this project is fine.  Please, just fix the system."
    The phone on Gill’s desk buzzed.  It was Betty. Robert’s time was up, and with Gill, when time was up, it was up.                      
    Gill stood up and patted Robert on the back. "You’re our best guy and my best friend."
    "You don’t have any friends Gill." Robert meant it.
    " Robert, if you really make wine someday…do you think I could invest a…"
    "No ---Absolutely not!"
    Robert felt like he’d left the dentist’s office after having three cavities filled without Novocaine.  No one had ever used real DNA in the special neural net system. It would work, possibly better than the CDNA but then the religious right would have a field day. Robert left Gill’s office pocketing three more chocolates.
     
     
    Eddy Flint (as he called himself) worked all day and night using computer codes, protecting his world(or so he thought, and that’s all that mattered in Eddy’s life). The Crypto Codes allowed Eddy to hack away at computers all over the world.  With all the extra time he had on hand Eddy started to write poems to himself daily, trying to push his thinking on issues he’d found important.  Today’s poem was called "Freedom":
     
    Freedom can’t be written just with a pen.
    Freedom is a hard-bought thing
    Freedoms in jail and needs the fight of men
    Freedom requires a gas-fart sting
                Get my work and get my ring
                Get me freedom cause I wanna sing
     
    Eddy created his next letter to Robert andtried to laugh to himself but couldn’t. To break into Robert’s head Eddy decided on making jokes, but jokes were tough for Eddy. He knew his jokes might not be so funny to Robert and this dilemma confused Eddy. Eddy found life to be filled with options, confusions and lots of questions.
     
    To:                  Robert Davichi
    From:                         Eddy
     
    Dear Robert,
     
    MAD software is BAD software . (I am working on being poet.) The software will destroy the world… the world. Things are happening that you don’t know. Protect yourself.
    I’m practicing programming. Here is my version of MAD 2100 . I think it’s funny. Do you?
     
    /*
    TOP SECRET (used to be until Eddy hacked it)
    MicroIntel(c) Code
Project: Tokyo(tm)
    Real Name: "BAD SOFTWARE"
Projected release-date: Who Knows?
    Real Date: Sooner but FED on Gills ASS
*/
#include "problems.h"
    #include "Gillrulz.h"
#define INSTALL = REALLY HARD
while(!CRASHED)
{display_copyright_message();
display_Gill_rules_message();
 totally_screw_up_HPFS_file_system();
search_and_destroy_the_rest_of_OS/2();
hang_system();
}
write_something(anything);
display_copyright_message();
do_nothing_loop();
do_some_stuff();
if (still_not_crashed)
{
display_copyright_message();
do_nothing_loop();
basically_run_old Software_3.1();
do_nothing_loop();
do_nothing_loop();
}
set_mouse(reaction, sometimes);
}
/* printf("Welcome to MicroIntel 4.14"); */
}
     
    CULT OF THE DEAD WATERBUFFALO
     
    DEFENDING…DEFENDING…DEFENDING…
     
    ********END OF MESSAGE

    Eddy sent the message with a picture of a dead water buffalo with an arrow stuck in its butt. This time there was a message attached to the arrow that