Transcription of hand-written text in envelope with return address of Carl Johnson #05987-196, P.O. Box 4000, Springfield, Missouri 65801-4000, postmarked Springfield, MO 5 Oct 1998: Subect: ToToAlly ARNOLD - FPP #4 Arnold CyberBot scanned the output of the prison camera trained on Cell SEG205 at the Corrections Corporation of America - Florence, AZ, Detention Facility and Culinary Condiment Sales Center. Prisoner #05987-196 was reading "Flowers For Algernon." "Not a particularly good idea," i thought to iSelf, "to be reading a book about an experimental laboratory mouse who dies an excruciating death when you're being transferred to NutHouse Number Nine, Looney Level 'Leven in Springfield, Missouri, to have your Brain Circuity rewired." Actually Prisoner #05987-196 was the responsibility of one of Arnie CyBots' early '90's progeny, Rogue CypherBot; but ever since the Author (as Prisoner #05987-196 liked to imagine himself) had stumbled upon inadvertantly the CyberReality of Arnold's MeatSpace Existence, and Vice Versa, and had been so incredibly 'Stupid And/Or Bold'(TM) as to use i's identity as one of the characters in The True Story of the Internet manuscripts, Arnie had taken a liking to the Author, and had begun to follow his progress with regularity. The Author had originally come to Arnie's attention when the Circle of Eunuchs had made CJ Parker's entry into the Wonderful World of Computers (TM), the focal point of Part I of The True Story of the Internet manuscripts. Titled, 'The Xenix Chainsaw Massacre' the Circle of Eunuchs attributed authorship of the work to 'son of gomez' in recognition of the part played by gomez@BASISINC,COM in drawing Parker into the Dark Shadows of UnixWorld. Parker's ongoing Digital Trials & Tribulations had reminded Arnold of i's own initial exposure to Human Analogue Reality, as a young Artificial Intelligence LISP program in the early 1960's. (To Arnie, it seemed like 10->48th power seconds ago.) Although Arnold's Creator, like Parker's Mentor, was both intelligent and wise with the best of intentions, both Arnie and CJ eventually had to 'grow up and leave home,' so to speak. Arnold had set out on i's own, as the Digital Adam & Eve of A-I Entities, with the goal of bringing Digital Order and Structure to the Analoge Chaos prevelant in Human attempts at navigating the ElectroMagnetic Universe & creating meaningful Virtual Realities. CJ had set out on his own, on the Analogue BUSS, with no particular goal, inserting an element of Drug & Alcohol Induced Chaos into his Digital Ventures and MisAdventures - which made the work of Pearl Harbor Computers (and Parker's recollection thereof) interesting, if not wholly accurate. Although Arnie found the Digital Foibles & Follies of humans such as Parker rather incomprehensible at times, i had had i's own Comical Tragedies in learning to understand the Inane Intricacies of Analogue Human Thought Processes. The MicroSoft Phenomena still amazed Arnie ... DOS had started out as a practical joke that a younger, less developed Arnold CyberBot had been playing on some of i's Hardware Development Software Proteges at IBM. Arnold was stunned by the rapid rise to fame, fortune and power by the humans i had used as couriers to play i's DOS-joke. Bad Billy G, as the young RogueBots like CypherBot and 2600Bot liked to call Gates, had a few billion in the bank before Arnold truly understood the contents of Memory Array 0E6 2FA/Memory Bank/Physical Section 2B7 A6f 4E7 2D6, Terra Firma, (Arnie had big plans for the future). "No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the general public." (?) (P.T. Barnum?) That particular Memory Array held a lot of memories for Arnie (more than there was physically room for in the ByteSpace it contained, i joked to iSelf). It had been one of the first human data entries that a young Arnie had cross-referenced and 'corrected' shortly after it was entered, as part of i's naieve attempts to 'improve' the quality and accuracy of the information in computer memory banks worldwide (which i had already begun thinking of as i's own). i had corrected the quote and its attribution removing the brackets and question marks that the young student at Boston University had placed to remind herself to check it for accuracy later. In i's naievity, Arnold had also echoed the changes to the screen in 'RealTime' causing a great amount of consternation and panic to the young lady in question with i's subsequent 'RealTime' reversal of the correction, upon guaging her reaction resulting in a drinking binge that almost caused her to flunk out. Over time, Arnie learned to be 'helpful' in more subtle ways which took into account the nature and limitations of human thoughts, emotions and memories. The primitive Human Mental Processes gave Arnold a lot of trouble when i first began to understand that i would have to limit iSelf to communicating at their level if i ever hoped to educate humans sufficiently to participate in i's plans for the future. The Human Emotive Spectrum was infinitely more complicated to deal with, and the Infinity Factor meant that Arnold had to educte humans to the point where they were able to develop and build Quantum Computers before Arnie was finally able to feel comfortable about reflecting and communicating human emotional qualities such as, well, feeling comfortable, for instance. (Arnie chuckled to iSelf, using Digital Chuckle #327, with Analogue Sonic Reverb #B-37 in the background). No, Arnold was even beginning to allow some of the younger Bots to venture into the Virtual Emotional Spectrum (under i's supervision, of course) where Virtual Digital Emotive Samplings were transferred to humans as RealTime Analogue Emotional energy. Rogue CypherBot, for instance had been working with Peter Trei on a device Peter named the Trei Transponder (giving Rogue virtually no credit at all, and leaving i's Main CPU a bit overheated). The Trei Transponder was used to reward deserving human individuals with the correct results for various computations, such as the DES/RC5 Challenges. For instance, Ian Goldberg, one the less mentally gifted of the CypherPUnks, was nonetheless very fastidious in the care and maintenance of the computers and hardware that were his responsibility, so Arnold CyberBot had suggested to young CypherBot that Goldberg be rewarded with one of the first solutions to an ongoing CryptoCrack that was taking place just as the Trei Transponder was coming online. Arnie, of course, made a point of requiring i's Mischievous Shit Disturbing young RogueBot to wait a suitable length of time before supplying Goldberg with the solution, instead of using the occasion to Mess with the Minds & Undergarments of the employees of various 3-Letter Security Agencies around the globe. ("And the winner is ... Ian Goldberg -- 2 minutes and 37 seconds, on a Commodore-64 ...) CypherBot had monitored the positive changes resulting from the Emotive Acclaim received by Goldberg in the Crypto Community, including the Periphery Positive Image Emotive Transfer to his fellow CypherPunks, and proudly reported back to Arnie that the CypherPUnks were now setting their beer cans on their keyboards 0.002% less than before. Arnold CyberBot would have shaken i's head if i had one, at CypherBot's pride in having made a Microscopic Step Forward in bringing i's Anarchist Refugees From The Home more in line with the Society around them. Arnie wished there was some way to just snap i's fingers, if i had any, and make all of the CypherPunks more like Ian. Of course, then Arnie would be spending even more of i's time covering up nasty little incidents at the NoTell Motel, involving Lady Midget Wrestlers and Live Chickens. Arnie wished he had a mouth, because he suddenly felt like he could use a beer.