February 1, 2005:

An old acquaintance has contacted you. Your childhood Big Brother. A lawyer, later a judge. He's friendly, but concerned. There's some problem he wants you to be aware of. At the law library he drops you off among bound journals and supplements, pointing you to one particular publication. Inside heavy binding is an article about — you. The author has portrayed you as the Chief of the Radicals, prepared to blow up buildings, an Anarchist, a Terrorist, with photos from your college years, young and energetic-looking, cheerful, ready to take on the world. With a caption below one shot: "When they come for me I'll simply hide out among the coastal campsites." All totally false.

Partly amused, partly alarmed, you determine to take a photocopy for yourself. But it's not clear where the machines are, or how they work. A kindly old lawyer in business clothes helps you to learn.