Dear Spambot,

   I know you say that I am the most amazing person you have ever come across on Xanga, and that you believe it is a fate that you should come across my site in particular.  I realize that you claim that it is a true wonder that you should come across my page and that you are from the metro that I have selected.  You even tell me that I am super.  ...And who could argue?  After all, my screen name IS Legendaiy!  I just have a few minor problems with the message that you sent me.
   Please hear me out.  I am not arguing, for I may very well be the most amazing person you have come across.  (I'm not saying it's true... just that it's possible.)  I will concede that point and give you the benefit of the doubt.  My problem with you saying it, is that you say the same thing to everyone you come across, regardless of gender and, quite frankly, I have a problem with that.  I mean, you really shouldn't lie to them the way that you do.  It makes me wonder if you are truly sincere in your claims, regardelss of the truth behind them.
   I will also concede that it may well be a fate that you have come across my site.  Granted, you have, doubtless, been to every site around the block but how could you have known that there was one person out there that would actually respond to your advances?  I realize you forgot to subscribe or 'friend' me, but I'm sure you'll see this because who would tell me how amazing I am and then NOT frequent my site.  Never mind the fact that my footprints have been in the negative and you've yet to leave any legitimate comments... I'm sure those are all just oversites, right?    ...after all, fate would never fall through, would it?
   I must admit that I find a certain interesting paradox to your personality type.  You say you are very shy and yet give me some link that presumably leads me to some spicier pictures you say that Xanga removed.  I will also admit, however, that this concerns me and leads me to question your age because the only spicy pictures Xanga would actually remove to my knowlege are either ones that have a copyrite or those of minors that would be considered indecent to even the most depraved mind in the local penetentary.
   Furthermore, as I read your message, I cannot help but notice what seems to be another contradiction.  Perhaps you could clear it up for me.  You say that you are from my area and yet the grammar with which your letter is written is comparable to the English of a small child in rural Mongolia.  Now, I'm not saying that there are not small children in rural Mongolia that have perfectly good English.  What I AM saying is that you are not one of them.
   Having said all of this, I appologize if I have hurt your feelings but I simply am not looking to adopt at this time.  You might try sending a message to Natalia though.  I hear she just LOVES to take care of orphaned spambots.  Also, do be careful.  After all, one reading your letter would have thought you were trying to spark a relationship with me even though the evidence clearly indicates that you are simply in need of adoption.  And no need to thank me for referring you to Natalia.  I guess I'm just amazing that way.  ...but then, you already knew that.

   In order to enable my friend to maintain Friends Lock on her site, I am posting her story (with permission of course) on here.  A special thanks to Desert_Eagle_AE for writing this:

Click Here for an idea on what is going on in and other chapters.  Now it's my turn!

Chapter 9: Probability

Susanna sank into her Director's Armchair, casually swirling the glass of red wine on her right hand, while trying to analyze the next moves of Gregory.

What is the probability that he will yield easily to the pressure?

What is the probability that he will resist like a caged wild animal?

What is the probability that he will go mad from all these toyings with his sanity?

What is the probability that he will use his mathematical ability to counter?

What is the probability that someone will help him?

She carefully made a mental calculations of all the probabilities, deciding on allocation of her manpower to minimize the probability of the failure of this project. 

She is no Mathematics genius, like Gregory, but that is not because she did not have the flair for it.  She just preferred concentrate on combining her knowledge of Mathematics and Psychology to manipulate people, to twist their mind to perform the tasks she wanted them to.

Of course, there is always a small probability that someone will not execute his supposed task that she wanted him to.  Especially a strong willed, smart and unpredictable one, like Gregory...  She will need to devise a foolproof plan to cover all angles, yet the probability of covering all angles is Zero.  There is no such thing as a perfect plan.  Life is just so full of risks.

"If the absolute probability exists, the organization probably doesn't need me."  Susanna chuckled softly to herself.

"So now that the game has officially started rolling.  What is the probability the mouse will find that one exit out of the 720 possible routes, without stumbling into the Keys laying at the 81 dead ends in the maze?"  Susanna pondered as she took a sip of her blood red wine.

"He thought he had found the exit, but he is actually getting closer to the Key.  The Key that will unlock the door standing in the way of our goal"

CHAPTER ONE:   Frozen Assets

   "Two PHD's in mathematics and five months out from receiving tenore and it all adds up to this." Gregory Merkin complained to himself as he huddled in the back corner of a walk-in freezer in the local deli.  His frosted glasses dropped from his face, and he could hear the distinct sound of frozen glass breaking against cold metal.  His nearly frostbitten hands still rubbed his flannel-covered arms and his breathing quivered rapidly.  He'd been squatting among the frozen meat for so long now that he had given up hope of ever being able to survive.

   "Some way to end a promising career at the University of Eastern Rhode Island!" Merkin thought aloud.  His breath emanated a cloud several inches in front of him as he spoke.  "All the good your higher mathematics will do you now." he scolded himself.

   "You could have taken the job in Boston but no, you wanted the allure of a small town!  You wanted the normal life!  Some normal life this turned out to be!  You can't even stop some girl at a deli from locking you in the freezer under the pretense of needing an extra pair of hands to lift something!  Never trust a pretty face.  Gregory, you are just too trusting!"

   "Then again..."  Gregory Merkin paused and raised his head.  "Why would a girl at a deli go to such effort just to trap some two bit professor at an unknown university?  It doesn't make any sense.  There's no reason she would have to trap me in here unless..."

   Merkin leaped back against the wall instinctively as the deafening pop of the metal room being instantly ripped apart filled the air.  Three men clad in identical black pants and shirts stood poised just outside where the door and front wall of the freezer had once been mere seconds before.  Gregory could do nothing but stare up at them in total shock for a moment before one of the men finally spoke up.

   "It's him." the man said flatly.  "Bring him in."

   The other two men stepped forward and grabbed the frail and frozen professor by the arms.  As they carried him towards the entrance of the building, he noticed the body of the young woman who had trapped him in the first place.  Her lifeless form had obviously been placed near a small pile of explosives as a cover.  What troubled Merkin most was that there was no way those explosives could have possibly been used to tear open the solid metal walk-in freezer.

   "Dr. Gregory Merkin," the leader of the men resumed.  "You are to come with us.  Don't expect us to read you any rights.  As of this moment, you have none."

   "What?  But I didn't... What are you... What's going on?" Merkin murmured, still in shock both from the cold and from what he'd just seen.  "I haven't done anything wrong.  I'm just a math teacher!"

   The men brought him out from the back of the building and escorted him toward a waiting black Sedan.  Gregory knew if he was going to make any attempt to escape, it would have to be now but he wondered if he even had the strength to evade three men built like soldiers, especially when he still had no idea just what it was he would be up against.

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