Myth has it that Old Man Lee upon hearing he was to be a prime-candidate for chemotherapy for a tumor in his brain, considered leaving a record of the whole harvesting operation after his suicide.

My employers found him unconscious, a bone saw in his hand, and most of the top portion of his skull cut away.

I think he wishes he would have blown his brains out now rather than trying to remove the tumor himself.

Rumor has it the tumor had crowded out a sizable portion of his brain already, and what we see here is the last act of an insane man.

After they soldered the last neural interface and flipped the switch to become the world’s first human Web address, he realized just how serious my employers were about privacy issues.

Things happen, you know. With or without us. And all we’re left with is the wreckage.