Quod erat demonstrandum

There was no hope for him this time, it was the sixtieth time espionage had not been beaten. Night after night he had studied the lighted square of PC monitor; and night after night he found it to be lighted with the same faint and even error message Ip0 on fire. Is it dead, he thought, if it were, surely the reflection of its miraculous fire would be clear on the darkened screen; for he knew there must be two bulbs within this monitor. It had often said bad command or file name, but he thought these words idle. Now he knew they were true.

Every night as he gazed upon that screen he said softly to himself the word sophistes. It had always sounded oddly in his mouth, like the word dunamis in the Apology and the word perithean in the Book of Revelation. But now it seemed to him like a taunting jackal plotting to raid a 1960's block in Vienna. It filled him with bathos, and yet he longed to be nearer to it and move from the dunces.

The One was sitting on the desk, taunting, when he went back to the desk. While his Facebook page promised another vampire bite, as if returning to some former promise:
- No, I wouldn't say I was exactly Bond....but there is something afoot.....something uncanny about this plan of Ulysses'. I'll tell you my opinion. In fact I fear you should've listened to dear old Laocoon in the first place. He had some good insights you know.