File This One Under “Sins”

What surprise to enter and find on the floor a visitor. A pale sheet. A spangling of black forms. Words (from a neighbor, from another dimension?). Who knows me? Why have I been chosen?

An indecipherable code, a message spilled, an operative discovered. I am a simple young man. I care not for the thrill of espionage.

A cold sweat broached his brow. Lifting the document (hitherto referred to as “the document”) to his eyes, he mouthed the printed words in air, fearful that spoken they may awaken a distant, slumbering, and hitherto unknown evil.

Having read the document, will our intrepid resident choose to:

1. Slice the document into thin horizontal slivers, rearrange the lines to form new messages, new words, new implications, doubly, triply indecipherable.
2. Invent a machine to erase his mind of all new found knowledge of the document and its contents, but risk in the procedure losing other valuable information obtained in the last few hours, for instance that Fly Pan Am is currently the main project of GYBE! guitarist Roger Tellier-Craig.
3. Travel back in time to yesterday and relocate to a new apartment, allowing a new tenant to bear responsibility for the document.
   
4. Spread this sacred knowledge across the internet, thereby removing his own individual responsibility pertaining to the document, voting with confidence for the democratization of decision.