EXCERPT Think of Cyberspace as a black mirror. It is where time flips over: collide with it and you travel backwards. As telecommerce accelerates us into the net, it seems that things of ever deeper antiquity awaken, and begin their return. So say the Cybergoths. Cybergothic exists as a web of sinister rumour, haunting a subterranean soft-labyrinth which it calls the ‘Crypt’. Buried deep within the primal sediment of the infoplex, and shrouded in a crawling fog of digital camouflage, it isn’t easy to find, but there are clues.…