You can't get blood from a turnip, it is said. What can you hope to get from a company which is worthless, has no money, 200 million shares, and a sp of less than a penny? The letter from Mr. Brown contains the information I have been waiting for. There's nothing left; the company is moribund. On Tuesday I'll do what has to be done: admit that I've lost tens of thousands of dollars on the company, sell my shares, and move on, poorer but wiser. I've invested too much money, time, and grief in this company. It's time to put it behind me.