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Q: What went wrong?

A: I don't know. Ask the mob.

Q: What mob?

A: The peloton of zombies led by the golem.

Q: Bitter, are we?

A: Tired, we are. But happy. Better out than in.

Q: A lot of talent you lost there.

A: Yes. It's a shame that good writers can have such poor reading comprehension skills.

Q: Is writing all you cared about?

A: No. Mostly I cared about making people feel safe, and giving them room to shine.

Q: How are they going to feel safe when you delete their accounts?

A: That only happened after they showed their contempt for me and for everything I had tried to accomplish.

Q: 'Contempt'? Isn't that strong?

A: You really have no idea what I went through, do you.

Q: We'll ask the questions. What did you go through?

A: Intellectual property theft, for a start. Not that anybody over there gives a flying fuck about that. Then I was accused of everything from donations fraud to mental instability. I understand I was nearly grassed to Inland Revenue.

Q: Afraid of Inland Revenue?

A: My wife is trained as an accountant. Don't make me laugh. Which is what they would have done if they saw the sums involved.

Q: Some of those member account deletions don't look fair.

A: It ain't always about fair.

Q: Doesn't that work both ways?

A: It would appear so.

Q: Traffic is way down. Satisfied?

A: Surprised at the extent of it. But the mob has a gravity of its own.

Q: Always with the mob...

A: Surely you have CCTV footage. I don't know what else to call them. If you can loot without feeling ashamed; if you can have sympathy for those who write me hate mail; if you can wish the destruction of that which nurtured and sheltered you; then you are a mob, my son.

Q: What do you think "the mob" will make of this transcript?

A: It will be masticated and turned into part of the lining in the dark heart of their nest, I imagine.

Q: What is the future of acf?

A: I don't know, but it doesn't involve getting bitten again.

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