Continued . . .

The other week I wanted to say, and will say now with satisfaction, that these sirens are not drawing my eye to things in the street (things that ordinary civilians would not see), but are drawing my senses, all five of them, to extreme degrees of accuracy, to such extents that the street assists me and pinpoints their location in advance.

I bet even the police helicopters looking for suspects (potential crew) cannot do that with all of their onboard equipment.

I may have to take out the flash cards of the usb sticks and insert them into new perhaps better cases. For the cards that have the data on them probably are not damaged no matter what any error message says, only the metal end of the stick is. It is loose, like a wire can be. Perhaps it can be tightened up. Perhaps there is someting on the 8 gb pen that the hacker wants me to put in one of the pcs, whether this one or another one, that would permit him to go public with it, whereas currently he is forbidden from doing so.

But how likely is it that anyone other than him will be interested in it? He will have seen it before.

I think therefore that this is what I will do, for we must - all of us - have trust in the integrity and security of our shops. A whistler. By the way, and I wanted to say this, (he does it in the freehouse in front of all the women too (female police?) - I think its going to get bad, really bad, like anarchy - and I bet he leaves it on his own - (Did you know that there is a whistler in Shakespear's The Tempest?), anyway, I have moved the two CID doths 1 and 2 to the Corporate Ponces sub-folder.