When my brother-in-law went missing last year, the police were of little help. They told

us not to worry that it was far more difficult to disappear than it was made to look on TV

or in the movies. Most people turn up on their own after a while and their families find

out, or pretend to find out that the missing person's life was a little less respectable

than they claimed, a little bit darker and more mysterious. Some people live two lives

and nobody knows it but them. I did my own research and found out this much was true.

According to statistics, the chance of a doctor by a stranger was less probable than being

struck by lightning. You are much more likely to be kidnapped by someone you knew, and

far more likely to still not be kidnapped at all. But, despite their vague assurances

and unfound assumptions, no, never did come back. The weeks and months went by and there

was no word. It seemed like the police had given up or forgotten about him. Digging through

his belongings, I tried desperately to find something that would give a clue to his whereabouts.

His computer was the best bet, I figured, since it was where he spent the majority of

his time.

Nolord words is a database specialist for a big company named Protian, and, despite the

fact that he explained what he did to me in a number of times, I never could properly

figure it out. If people asked, I told them he was a computer programmer, since that was

at least something most people could understand. He was an expert at assembling and troubleshooting

computers, since my dad had owned a PC repair business when we were kids, and Nolord had taken

quickly to technology as a child.

He was building machines for my dad's customers in spare time when he was still in his teens.

Later, he went to college for computer sciences and only became more proficient over the

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