There are whispers of course, rumours
Legends
Talk of an experiment gone horribly wrong
Of a fallen scientist, his body broken beyond repair and hope of recovery
A cybernetic construct assembled from the few salvageable remains
Pieces picked from the smoking debris of a shattered laboratory
Invested with life by ancient forgotten rites and forbidden esoteric knowledge.
An unholy union of technology and ancient occult lore
An unsettling echo from a reality beyond our own, simultaneously a voice from the past and a warning from the future
An abomination
A lunatic preacher
A sorcerer
A seer and speaker of unspeakable truths
The Agency believes he's the collective voice of an anarchist hacker syndicate
The Bureau, that he's little more than a couch surfing cyber-hobo
Or perhaps a figment of our imagination
I know the secret of Frank Bacon
Some things you can't unlearn
Sometimes you can't ever go back
I know the secret of Frank Bacon
It may already be too late
Save yourselves
You're running out of time
We're all running out of time
