Naively, I have called myself by name. While waiting for 'tink', I have gone 'exploring', entered another chatroom. When I am there, I forget to note the details of how many others are also there.

The 'kill' command is given: 'gamma' is now a rotting carcass at the site of impact, road kill on the information superhighway. Then there is silence: this writing has preceded silence. I wonder if it was good for him. Perversely pleased that he ­ and the fact of him being a he is only an assumption ­ has been terminated, virtually assassinated.

I wonder if having the name of a woman is the same as 'asking for it', a provocation, an open invitation for those who don't need much by way of invitation.

good fortune?