I think this is perilously close to being done.
“Not until afterward,” Greg said. “We found a bunch of stuff on his computer. The usual: he was keeping a private journal, showing some pre-obsessive behaviors in his searches, reading a lot of 21st century fiction, all the warning signs. Looks like the Redacted showing up sent him over the edge. The entries got a lot more purple after that.”
“Oh, crap,” I said. At Greg’s look of sudden worry, I shook my head. “It was just that we were talking about the Terrans, and he started going off about ‘mind-locking,’ whatever that was supposed to be. I figured it was just Nur being Nur, but he must have been already going space-happy. Dammit!”
But Greg was shaking his head. “Nah. There was nothing like that in the computer. Just a lot of ranting about Earth and its evil minions. His fixation on the Redacted was pretty thorough. And vicious. Nur really hated that ship.”
“That’s… weird? He didn’t show any of this. Hey, Process!”
“Yes, Ghost-Dancer Tanaka?”