From: SHANDRA             
To: ALL CONCERNED       
Subject: Well...        
Date & Time: 04/10/91 14:32:53
Message Number 14872

"Whoa, hold on, wait a minute. What's your name, do you remember that
much?" I ask the confused morph. Do you know where you are and how you
got here?" Damn, the only available information is locked up in a
confused morph's brain and he isn't helping too much. "I don't know,"
I say in response to a question from behind me. "This character here
looks a lot like he was the recent victim of some sort of racist
organization, but it doesn't make any sense. The Sword and Arm of God
doesn't operate this far south, and I'm not aware of any other large
organizations in this area. Besides, it doesn't feel right, somehow.
Why didn't they kill him? Why hack off his tail and then patch it up?
The S.A.G. people almost always take some sort of souvineer from thier
victims, but they aren't noted for their compassion." I shrug. "Lot of
things don't add up here. I think this guy needs a hospital, though.
Evidence of head trauma, possible concussion, I don't know."