way too harsh. 

what's happened, though, is this: the safety in numbers i had thought was our greatest strength has now become a misnomer. we're left in the dust here, caesar, and i can't be having with all my meticulous work being thrown to the strange digital wolves that've been prowling around lately. not only is the whomp a huge blip on our radar, here in 'hackerland,' but there've been rumors of things happening in fleshspace, too. someone's cracking down and tracking down. something's rippling the surface. i feel like we're getting too close, and we don't agree on what to do. because of you, caesar, we don't even know -what- we're doing. 

i am, with great regret, out as well. the chain's broken. you had a chance to tell us (or even hint at) these dark secrets of yours. we're not hip to the jive, and so we must part. 

the greater good cannot abide your mystery, and that's a problem.