A Conversation
Jan Dieke, Amsterdam, Netherlands
Chirisopher Wright, Melbourne, Australia
1711: Hello?
1711: Are you there?
GothClub: Sorry Jan. Just got in.
1711: You left your computer on.
GothClub: Yes.
1711: Someone hacked the system.
GothClub: How the hell would you know that??
1711: Not your computer. Rabbit.
GothClub: Oh.
GothClub: What’s so bad about that?
1711: They used it to get all of the names and addresses. You are in danger.
GothClub: Ha.
1711: Kip, I am being very serious. You are in danger. I wanted to warn you. FilterGirl is already dead. Visceria is already dead. RabbitRabbit is already dead.
GothClub: This is bullshit.
1711: Leave. Trust me. Are your parents home?
GothClub: No.
1711: Should they be?
GothClub: I don’t know.
GothClub: Shit. My window’s broken.
1711: Leave. Now.
GothClub: You going to tell everyone else?
1711: No. It could have been anyone. I do not know who I can trust. Meet me in Amsterdam.
GothClub: What makes you think I can get all the way around the world, or that you can trust me?
1711: Just go.
1711: Keep in touch, Kip.
**************1711 is no longer available**************
Previous
Home
Next
mara_breskovic@cliffhanger.com