The odd, mutant threads he continuously flashed before the many niche communities he helped create within various autonomous zones spread throughout the electrosphere, were targeted toward the net's perfect demographic: on-line, credit-spewing, bored-and-in-need-of-a-signal-fix avatars who, building their own simulated selves out of fashionable simuflesh and AI-momentum, would desperately try to crack the code of digital being, while eagerly absorbing and processing whatever fragments of sorcerer-code Golam had circulated as a result of having been dispatched by the GRAMMATRON program.