"Chris?" she says.
"What?" I reply.
"Well, you've been going on about this..aah..cult or summat? For what? 20 mins...and I still don't have a fuckin' clue what you're going on about!"

She's got a point. Aah, goddess (or chaos obviously) bless Kirsty. She's a friend to the last, and I knew I could count on her for a little verbal relief from all this crap, but I haven't even told her what it is I'm bloody raving about!

"Sorry Kirst. Well..its..umm...like this. The Kult, spelt with kay, is a sort of organization. Organized over the Internet that is." I manage to get out before:

What?! Yer in some bloody CULT? Spelt with a kuh or whatever, over the 'Net? The hell are you on about?!"

"Oh calm down..we're an organization. It was formed by this guy named Saun. Basically the whole idea is a large group of people who want to change the world. We change the world by protesting and by information. The absolute sharing of information. Education! You get the idea? You tell the world about stuff and they can decide what they want to do with it..well..as long as they've been told the right way to do this shit.."

"Huh? Sounds nice...like..really super and all...didn't think you were into all that hippy stuff." she says trying to boil my temper.

"Oh come on, you know the ideas..christ knows I've ranted them off into yer ear enough for ya to know already."

"Yeah, yeah..go on."

"Well, this Dexter guy I told you about. He's one've my fellow kult members. He's a prophet" "He sees stuff then, heh?"
"Oh bugger off....har har...the prophets are a klan in the kult...and yes, with a KAY!"

"And it gets better...sheesh.."

"Yeah...the prophets are artists. Creative people like. Dexters one of the important people. He decides whats what, and knows the stuff ya need to know."

"Then what are you?" she enquires.

"Me? Oh..I'm a decker..and no, nothin' to do with being a bloody D.J. or fighting. I'm basically a hacker. We're the people that know our comps better than our family."

"Well...hehe...no surprise there..ha.."

"Umm....har har...my sides are splitting. Oh the terror...Anyway! When Dexter says summats important, its bloody well important. An' he's pretty much stamped this meeting in big lets...IM-PORR-TANT! Couldn't be clearer...Hell, it's the first damned decker meeting, ever."

"So what? I mean..what could be up? As you said, yer just hackers. Computer geeks...no offense...but it couldn't be life threatening or nothin' could it?"

"Yeah...suppose yer right....anyway...gotta get off, my mum wants to gab with her sister...speak to yeah from Manchester...hehe"

"You bugger! Lucky git......uhh...see yah.."

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