I am the lord of all the transients, miscreants, vermin, and garbage that have been rejected by the sickeningly immaculate world above. Those abandoned by the 'decent' sect of the world and thrust unto the raw death-sludge of the sewers beneath. Your neglect and wastefulness only fuel my dark dominion and we are steadily overtaking your vile stain under the wretched sun. And I will ride forth upon my kingdom of filth and smother out the flames of your lives.

I am an Omega Borg, one of the greatest warriors of the invading forces. I was designed only for destruction, to strategize and react with deadly precisions. It's been countless years since I was abandoned on this savaged mountaintop. I was content to wait with stoic complacency, but nature now creeps back up the lonesome peak, strangling it with new life. How strange it is that the trilling of these tiny birds might warm a heart that isn't there. I was built to destroy, but where would the honour be in killing this fragile creature? Perhaps I should rethink my ethos of existence. This simple song has done away with so much of the bleak ennui of this mountain. Perhaps... this is real power?

Hey Deluxe! Or as the kids down here would say, "Dude!" I hope this postcard finds you well! We really miss you down here, but I hear you've been promoted to the Stonehenge position! Congrats, that's "mondo gnarly!" The company vacation is going "way past tubular man!" The sea is so lovely and clean! Juana's here too! She has finally been taken off the Mountain assignment, so we're thinking seriously about out future now! Can't wait to talk to you, "bro," your good pal forever, -Ghost Of.