She freely dribbled ink over the more obvious passages, figuring that the messier it looked, the more credibility it would eventually have. Laughing madly, Fatima imagined her insane rantings and Abdul's sane ones, joined, as she'd learned, as merely physical man with woman never could be. These words, and her brother's name, would survive his twelve hundred thirty years, and longer. And in all that time, the Adept thought to herself as she set down the pen and slipped out of the room and onto the street, the poor fools would scare themselves silly with talk of alternate universes and monsters from the stars. As they lost their power they'd blame it on crawling things from the Depths of Beyond.
Men always expect trouble to be alien.
Like the noises in the night, that couldn't be made by ordinary bugs, they had to be supernatural. Fatima had replaced the veil over her face, so no man saw the smile that twisted her pretty red lips. It would be a long strange trip through the centuries, but Man would learn his folly someday. Yes, she thought, it may take twelve hundred and thirty years and more, but our day will come. I am not so gauche as to post documents with multimedia attachments in talk.bizarre.