text: There is a huge list of past and potential customer contact and account information included in various places in the server information. The list is several hundred companies and individuals who pay the prices that this company is charging for their services in the global market. You quickly intimate a thought to Larry, "competitors would pay a king's ransom to get their hands on this information. I could assemble a data list that would fit on a small flash drive and make a fortune overnight. No more worries, and I could buy anything I wanted." His face seems to be interested in what you are saying-maybe? Fuck! If only you could read his fucking mind! What's going on in there?
  
  You continue without faltering, "I am smart enough to pull this off easily and people would finally give me the respect I deserve and being rich would prove to them that I'm not a loser." That obviously hit a chord. Larry likes to show off his brains. Well, OK! Let's rope him in.
  
  Like a champ, he quickly infiltrates the sales account files and isolates any that have payment or invoice information. He sorts and compiles these into lists based on names and locations. Seems Larry didn't need much in the "how-to" department. He has the whole thing done in less than 2 hours. He really is a good hacker. After compiling a list and copying it to a separate hard drive, Larry has a minute to evaluate what he will do with this little gold mine he is sitting on. His face looks worried and a bit remorseful. You jump in to try to reaffirm his decision."I just did that in under 2 hours, and it was so easy. Like taking candy from a big fat corporate baby. No one's going to be hurt. It is a purely victimless crime. I sell the data, and the worst that happens is that this company maybe has to lower their prices or work a little harder to please their customers. In my book, that's a win-win for both of them and the world. I am helping them and myself. Now that's smart." The look of worry melts into a contented smirk. He immediately begins searching competitor websites to see about contact information.
  
  You begin to smell the aura heating up and the delicious taint of evil is now evident in the room. This is all happening without any further prompting from you at all. You watch as his aura continues dampening and the smell of his soul ferments into a delicious bouquet. No "others" seem to be flittering around. That is good. Right now you need to keep a lookout for their influences as your hard works starts paying dividends.
  
  Before dinner, Larry has sent anonymous e-mails from a dummy e-mail account on a ghost computer id number to not less than 4 competitors outlining his intentions. Again, it seems like Larry needs little in the imagination department to do nefarious things and he obviously knows that what he is doing is dangerous and illegal because he has taken so much care to be anonymous in the whole thing. His light is growing dimmer and dimmer and his soul is warming up more pleasantly that his favorite pepperoni Hot Pockets. All of a sudden the remembrance of the noxious stank of cream soda and pepperoni make your stomach twinge again.
  
  In less than 5 hours, he has a hit! He opens the e-mail to see a response from the 2nd company he contacted. They are interested and want to negotiate a price. Larry quickly starts to hyperventilate and starts hopping around the room shaking his hands like he has just touched something hot. Quite a funny display of nervousness. It takes you a minute to calm him down to seal the deal. He is sitting at the computer again and types a response asking for the highest offer and tells them he will sell to the highest bidder among the several companies he has that are interested.
  
  Larry does not fail to impress you and he seems to have a penchant for the underhanded and mischievous. You seem to have unlocked a wicked potential in him.
  
  The only offer he gets from any of the companies he has contacted is for 170,000 pounds. he sets up an offshore account and tells them to wire the money. They tell him that they would need to see some of the files first to verify that they are not pissing their money away.
  
  > insist they wire the money first or you will go to their competitor.
  They are reluctant to comply and Larry loses the sale. He gets depressed and despondent. Even your prompts don't seem to be making a difference. He stays that way through the rest of the week and on Sunday he calls his mate and tells him he has found a huge gaping hole in the security system for their client and needs to meet to discuss patching it up.
  
  You can feel his aura brightening, and the distinct smell of redemption is beginning to foul the air. Surprisingly you realize that redemption has a very similar smell to vanilla cream soda. You had never made that connection before. Probably because you don't hang around too long after a soul has attracted the influences of "the others."
  
  The light from his soul is becoming radiant and begins to burn your flesh and cause you to slip away to a safer distance. It is all falling through your claws- he is slipping away.
  
  He sets up a meeting with a representative from the client and you watch as he shows them step-by-step how he was easily able to glean information and how in a matter of 5 hours had a buyer willing to pay for it. He left out the part about how he would've gone through with the sale, but maybe he wouldn't have...
  
  Total failure!
  
  > cast back to Hell!
  He is strengthening his resolve against your influence. You are thrown to the floor like a sack of wet towels. He is happy and feels fulfilled in his heart. Because of his brilliant talent and forthrightness, he is given a commendation and his reputation grows in the security community and his buddy's company is swamped with high profile clients who pay well. He has a new and righteous life-vision and has added attributes to his aura that will remain with him for the rest of his days. Strong attributes like respect, honesty, and integrity. These will serve as a powerful armor against you and your kind.
  
  His presence reeks with light and he becomes surrounded by "the others." You grimace at the scorching light of truth, and scurry into the shadows as fast as you can before you are wholly consumed by their light.
  
  You flutter in to your chambers with as little flourish as you can muster, your body is covered in scorched patches from your pathetic failure. More painful than the blisters and sores you are nursing at the moment, is the anguish of failure in front of the throngs of minions who certainly witnessed your embarrassment. You very well may have just created a soldier for the other side! It will take a long time to recover from that unmitigated disaster.
  
  You are lucky the minions aren't crawling up the ramparts now to feast on your carcass and devour you piece by piece. Your Master may also have the black heart to strip you of your command and powers, leaving you a lowly minion and subject to other demons.