Secondly, i remembered a terrible microchip that MARK R had injected - just under the skin at the nape of my neck. I was then sent off on a bogus 'operation' in a business towerblock...and I began to feel so sick - that I knew that I was going to die. I was at an office desk and high up at the time...anyway, i managed to get the lift down...call up RIMINGTON and sign-out at reception before collapsing and being sick on the stone steps outside...

I then managed to get a taxi - RIMINGTON had caught up with me (I had phoned her) and she had had to go back into the building to get my 'satchel' as it were...I then rang the PRINCE OF MONACO network...all I can remember of the address was '27th Street' for some reason and then I was taken to a private hospital...where I tranced out and took control of the 'robot medics' and rewrote their instructions...to debug/de-microchip me, entirely - I nearly died but managed to survive. MARK R had been trying to kill me off. I forbade him or OBAMA to come near to the hospital - denied entry. The hospital 'scientists' then examined the microchip - so did I - I tracked down the network who had been using it and killed them all...I also tracked down those who had created it and made them drink cleaning fluids...most of them survived...it was a deterrent for that alter ever to take the body again...I did the same to MARK R and OBAMA.

I then got ROZ, MCDONALD, SC and GILL into hospital to be debugged/demicrochipped too...and we all spent a month there 'convalescing' - a holiday basically...eating and sleeping and exercising...rehabilitation.