In the "where are they now in 2013" category, you know how it feels when you receive an email from someone you haven't heard from in ages, but have often thought about, for good or ill, and you imagine all sorts of reasons that the person may be reaching out to you just now, and you imagine all the outcomes to which it could lead, pleasant or painful, and then, with dread or longing, you read the email... and it's just spam from a hijacked account probably abandoned years ago?
Happened to me today. :-) I can imagine it between many of our characters at this end of history. I bet Larry Merlin would be well employed today just cleaning up vampire detritus from the early days of the Internet, before most anyone understood that data lives forever, too.
Just a thought.
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