This is the final full chapter of The Network That Never Was. The Wowzers Empire fizzles out in front of Leo Heinrich, in the back office where he’s spent hours facing the glare of an old junker, hunched over typing out “rare” books wedged an inch open so their precious spines don’t break. Justine has one big, fat, wanna-be-manipulative breakdown. I’m sorry for delays promising this, but here it is. I fudged a line of audio and had to delete it at the end, and you shouldn’t use headphones, but here is what happened when this ill-directed web project came to its living death. My ears literally hurt editing, just because that’s the sort of vitriolic crybaby Justine is in this final chapter. In closing, know the people based Justine and Dieter did a lot of what this podcast said. They did defraud one of New Hampshire’s greatest collectors, an elderly woman on an oxygen line, out of a 50,000-book collection, liquidating it for $5 AFTER THEIR “AUCTIONEER” FEES. They kept me up from 6 AM to 2:30 AM in doing so, heaping verbal abuse on me at that point until I came up with a programming solution at that hour. They subjected me to an increasingly poor paycheck while she chased the sun and blamed ME for “Dieter’s” health, all while putting a 1964 Mustang on credit. “Dieter” threatened to take my head off at 50 yards. They yelled - literally yelled - at me because I made them $150 in the 5 minutes THEY were running late. They accused me of autism because I couldn’t look two losers in the eye. They even burned through their town’s good graces and became legal laughingstocks... And you know what? I loathe them with every ounce of strength in my body. I dedicate this series and this book to you, Janet and Peter. PS I had to watch Crystal Skull. BS.