I saw three people die last night. Two of them deresonated right before my eyes, which means they were snubbed out in their netjack chambers in omniconnect dens located halfway between God Knows Where and Fuck You Tell Me, East Rim. The third caught a bad patch of viral code a week ago; rach's been doing everything he could to bring him through but he gave out last night even as the support suite worked to stabilize him, his lungs collapsing under the weight of the fluid they'd filled with--"real world implications of a cybertronic malady" in the good doc R's measured words. I am scared brother. Really scared. Not just for me, but for you, for all of us.
Okay we got your communique yesterday and I'm working on arranging safe passage. I need you to stay locked down for as long as you can. The goal is to get you out as quickly as possible but I need to make sure it's secure before that happens. Do not go out into major public spaces--keep your daily routine beyond the vault to a minimum.