Once started, the words came pouring out, the frustrations of the last weeks being set down. "It is typical of their extravagant irresponsibility that, where only a few of us even knew the secret of Primal Earth, only a small favour done here lets me send a letter through the portals to Praetoria. They explore the universes with gay abandon - a private company poking into portal after portal, like children playing with grenades, never thinking what horrors they might unleash. The Emperor planned to wipe out all their Powered individuals; and Praetoria is by no means the worst threat they have uncovered."
"I get enough news to infer you have not yet revealed all. I hope this means you have come to doubt the wisdom of such a decision. I do not really believe, as once I did, that the Emperor prepared that plan merely as a last line of defence against a possible threat; but I know that such a revelation would plunge our world into screaming chaos, and every day I spend here convinces me more that that must be prevented. Scum bubbles to the surface here, uncontrolled; we had the Syndicate, but they have a dozen bastard sons of the Syndicate, from organised crime to street gangs destroying things for the sheer joy of it. People are homeless here, or hungry; they starve, or die because they cannot have medical treatment without money. We both know that sometimes the individual must be sacrificed for the common good, but this is sheer waste, serving no purpose."
"It is not that our system is wrong, but that individuals like Tilman and Cole have betrayed it; we should sweep them away and make Praetoria what it should be; and not destroy this Primal Earth, but lead it by example; show them a truly ordered society, where all work together for the good of all. You know as well as I there are other like-minded individuals; that the majority of us serve the Praetorian ideal, even if we have come to think of it and the Emperor as interchangeable. I still serve, even if here, rather than impose order, I am merely taking pot-shots at chaos; but I implore you, consider that we might work together once again."
"Yours, Dr Andrew Jameson".