When people logged into Altos they could name a `place' of origin for others to see. Of course, if you were logging from a country which had laws against hacking, you wouldn't give your real country. You'd just pick a place at random. Some people logged in from places like Argentina, or Israel. Pad and Gandalf logged in from 8lgm. `I'll try to find Gandalf and ask him if he knows where we stashed the copy,' Pad wrote to Phoenix. `Good. Thanks.' While Phoenix and Electron waited on-line for Pad to return, Par showed up on-line and joined their conversation. Par didn't know who Guest 0 was, but Guest certainly knew who Par was. Time hadn't healed Electron's old wounds when it came to Par. Electron didn't really admit to himself the bad blood was still there over Theorem. He told himself that he couldn't be bothered with Par, that Par was just a phreaker, not a real hacker, that Par was lame. Phoenix typed, `Hey, Par. How's it going?' `Feenster!' Par replied. `What's happening?' `Lots and lots.' Par turned his attention to the mystery Guest 0. He didn't want to discuss private things with someone who might be a security guy hanging around the chat channel like a bad smell. `Guest, do you have a name?' Par asked. `Yeah. It's "Guest--#0".' `You got any other names?' There was a long pause. Electron typed, `I guess not.' `Any other names besides dickhead that is?' Electron sent a `whisper'--a private message--to Phoenix telling him not to tell Par his identity. `OK. Sure,' Phoenix whispered back. To show he would play along with whatever Electron had in mind, Phoenix added a sideways smiley face at the end: `:-)'. Par didn't know Electron and Phoenix were whispering to each other. He was still waiting to find out the identity of Guest. `Well, speak up, Guest. Figured out who you are yet?' Electron knew Par was on the run at the time. Indeed, Par had been on the run from the US Secret Service for more than six months by the beginning of 1990. He also knew Par was highly paranoid. Electron took aim and fired. `Hey, Par. You should eat more. You're looking underFED these days.' Par was suddenly silent. Electron sat at his computer, quietly laughing to himself, halfway across the world from Par. Well, he thought, that ought to freak out Par a bit. Nothing like a subtle hint at law enforcement to drive him nuts. `Did you see THAT?' Par whispered to Phoenix. `UnderFED. What did he mean?' `I dunno,' Phoenix whispered back. Then he forwarded a copy of Par's private message on to Electron. He knew it would make him laugh. Par was clearly worried. `Who the fuck are you?' he whispered to Electron but Guest 0 didn't answer. With growing anxiety, Par whispered to Phoenix, `Who IS this guy? Do you know him?' Phoenix didn't answer. `Because, well, it's weird. Didn't you see? FED was in caps. What the fuck does that mean? Is he a fed? Is he trying to give me a message from the feds?'