EXCERPT Once it was said that there are no shadows in Cyberspace. Now Cyberspace has its own shadow, its dark twin: the Crypt. Cybergothic finds the deep past in the near future. In cthelllectronic fusion—between digital data-systems and Iron-Ocean ionic seething—it unearths something older than natural mortality, something it calls Unlife, or artificial-death. Of A-Death there can be no lucid recollection, but only suggestion, seepage, hints…and it is by collating, sifting, and shuffling together these disparate clues that a pattern can be induced to emerge, a pattern which ultimately condenses into the looming tangled shapes of subtle but implacable destiny.…