2016 12 03

Sat Dec 3 2076 The Matrix, Various Hosts Katral surfed the neon grid, a name burning bright in the memory of his cyberdeck: Kate Mustaffah: Somehow connected to Greenwich, somehow connected to everything, or so his line of thinking went. Scrubbed from the trix? »Impossible«, he thought. Hours in meatspace feel like days in Matrix space. Node, after node, after node. A bread crumb here, then another there. He hits paydirt sleuthing archived Shadowland posts. There it is: Twenty years ago, on a thread about Portland fixers. He copies and gracefully logs off a happy Katral.