I Know the Secret of Frank Bacon

There are whispers of course, rumours

Legends

Talk of an experiment gone horribly wrong

Of a fallen scientist, his body broken beyond repair and hope of recovery

A cybernetic construct assembled from the few salvageable remains

Pieces picked from the smoking debris of a shattered laboratory

Invested with life by ancient forgotten rites and forbidden esoteric knowledge.

An unholy union of technology and ancient occult lore

An unsettling echo from a reality beyond our own, simultaneously a voice from the past and a warning from the future

An abomination

A lunatic preacher

A sorcerer

A seer and speaker of unspeakable truths

The Agency believes he's the collective voice of an anarchist hacker syndicate

The Bureau, that he's little more than a couch surfing cyber-hobo

Or perhaps a figment of our imagination

I know the secret of Frank Bacon

Some things you can't unlearn

Sometimes you can't ever go back

I know the secret of Frank Bacon

It may already be too late

Save yourselves

You're running out of time

We're all running out of time