It seems that I'm not the only one with a evil A-life obsession. Just got in touch with an enlightened one from the I Hate Machines Possy - a progressive machine counter-insurgence bunker in teh interweb.

I haven't disclosed all of the info i hold on file - no time, really. But if you are observant, you'll notice that the human extermination insurgence is going from strength to strength.

Remember the recent Boeing incident at Heathrow? Rumours have it that it was an undisciplined jihady plane from a 'machines go to heaven' splinter cell trying to commit a suicidal act, crush the PM, and trigger the revolution, all the time dreaming of the kerosene realms and the oiled titanium maidens.

I've been reunited with one of my socks recently, which was kept hostage for a few weeks. The little thing claims it had to pretend to join the isurgence or die. It and was working in an under-ground bio-warfare lab, doing research on new modifications of tinea pedis. Have you noticed that feet smell worse and more often lately? How do I know that? You mean you can't smell talk with your socks? You bigots! Fair play though, it is an intricate lo-fi (and slow) communication medium. Very expressive, albeit often unpleasant. A hint - socks hate it when you piss on them - the smell literally pisses them off and you could end up with a bound bad smell socks collective on you feet.