the Shaggy Man, no longer so happy
We have received the following report from repo man Rem E. He intercepted a conversation with the Shaggy Man, in which Mitchell appeared to be aware that his information is now in our hands.
Unfortunately, we have no sad pictures of the Shaggy Man.
It is indeed true that communication channels are far from being impenetrable. Following is an intercepted communique from the Shaggy Man to one of his cohorts… Ekaterina? Perhaps, or perhaps not. A good repo-rter always protects his/her sources.
Of course I was deeply saddened that my package fell into the hands of repo men, but I guess this is the risk I take in trying to help runners. You asked me about how it is that it was so hard for the repo men to find me even though I was plainly obvious at exactly where and when and what and how and why and who the clues stated.
The answer, of course, is purity of purpose. The repo men are so devious they use all their energy trying every conceivable path, the right path is only one of many options to them. Let me give you examples from this encounter. When I arrived at 7:00pm at Target, there is just a small sitting area that is shared by Pizza Hut and Starbucks. Maybe 6 tables and a row of 12 window seats. While I ate dinner (what I ate I will not disclose) I sat in a seat in the middle of the window row. This allows me to look out on Oz. I ate alone and no runners came to me. I should have left then, but something compelled me to stay longer, in case a desperate runner needed my help.
I went to Starbucks to order my favorite drink. The girl asked my name. I asked her what it should be. She suggested Captain Jack (due to my long pirate mane). I said she should say The Shaggy Man. I knew any runner would hear that and that anyone of devious intent would subconciously ignore the truth even when spoken publicly and loudly. She called my name – sure enough, no one came, I finished my drink quietly alone. Just as I was about to continue my journeys the infamous encounter occurred. The tale told was that even though I was totally obvious to a runner, it took a repo man looking straight at me several times before I could be seen. If only I had left a moment earlier…
The Shaggy Man invented the wireless telegraph long ago to report on happenings in Oz. He shall continue to do so, as events warrant it.
Thank you for that intel, Rem E.
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