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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 31 MAR 85 *********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 *****************************************************************
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19
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20 Hmmmm. A new disk. A fresh start, perhaps? I am glad to see that stories are
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21 still being entered, and I would like to compliment all those writers on their
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22 stories and excellent spelling. It has been suggested that "Pro" carries a bad
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23 connotation for many, so why don't you call me "Prose" from now on? I believe
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24 that many of my points do hold, Cistop, but I agree that to carry the discussionfurther would be to
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25 beat a dead horse. Onward with the tales! If any would care to discuss
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26 writing with me, I will be happy to do so. If anyone has a character or two
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27 that they've had trouble writing about, why don't you do a brief description
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28 and let fellow Inn-goers write a tale about him/her/them? I am, of course,
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29 suggesting a ThievesWorld/Sanctuary style epic, told by any who care (dare?)
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30 participate. Your characters and their world will be "public domain," an old
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31 and honored tradition in computing. Why don't I suggest something? I probably
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32 will, but I have just finished all six volumes of the Sanctuary series and I'm
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33 afraid I have to let them settle into my mind a little more. Use the series as
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34 an example, not as your/our epic is what I'm saying. Any takers? I hope so...
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35 ---------------------Prose-------------------------------------------------
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36 Qwerty: BW is notorius for being difficult to upload to. As for pencil
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37 & paper, remember that many entries are in response to some other entry
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38 that the writer has just read.
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39 In the Net stories, I have been told that if you do not get your
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40 entry made while you're online, you may find that a new entry has mad it
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41 useless when you log on again. (So much for the work that went into THAT
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42 polished entry!)
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43 Observer: On copyrigxt, I believe that there is a clause in the current
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44 law that covers this situation. *IF* you put a copyright notice with te
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45 "work" you have up to a year to file the paper work. I think there is
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46 another clause that will let you put off filing the paperwork indefinitely,
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47 but I can't remember the details.
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48 The real problem is that these days most publishers want to OWN
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49 the rights. They are not happy if the author has already copyrighted the
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50 work...
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51 01010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101
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52 ps. Prose, I have a hunch that I know how you are...
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53 01010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101
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54 {c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}
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55 whats going on with backwater? All these people arguing about
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56 something but what is it? can people still write stories or is
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57 that not allowed anymore?
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58 {c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}
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59 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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60 My, I do adore this new terminal program...
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61 ++++++++++++
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62 (Allow me to start another story. After thinking awhile on the first one,
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63 I found that all the endings that I could think of were horribly violent.)
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64 The Inn, as usual, was a hubbub of conversation. Milchar crept quietly
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65 into the room, trying very hard to avoid disturbing anyone.
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66 Too soon, he failed. A clumsy step caused him to bump into someone.
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67 Milchar turned to apologize to him- to find that 'he' wasn't a 'he' at all.
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68 Nor female. Milchar had bumped into a rather short, halfling-like
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69 creature who didn't seem to notice Milchar's misstep at all.
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70 "Excuse me, sir. My fault entirely." Milchar said.
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71 The creature didn't say a word, but motioned with his hand for Milchar to
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72 sit down.
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73 "Gladly, sir. Might I ask what you call yourself?"
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74 The gnome (Milchar decided that it must be a gnome) was silent for a few
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75 moments, then whispered, "My name's Grann. I hear you're a mage."
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76 "Well, of sorts. I haven't really stuck to the making of potions bit
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77 for quite some time."
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78 Again quietly, the gnome said, "I'm looking for a mage. I want to learn."
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79 "Learn? Whatever for? Knowledge of the Arts usually doesn't help,
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80 but attracts the attention of the Dark Powers."
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81 "Never
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82
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83 (start over, drat ENTER ONLY!)
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84 "Nevertheless, I must learn."
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85 Milchar thought about this for some time, then said:
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86 "Before I could teach you, I would have to learn what drives you so.
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87 An evil motive promotes an evil mage."
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88 The gnome sighed, as if resigning himself to some great decision. Then
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89 it began to speak....
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90 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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91 read
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92 //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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93 Like a record with a scratch Petrov lived and relived the events which
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94 led to his pitiful ndition. He saw himself hung naked over a bathtub, drawn
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95 into a reluctant partnership with L'homme and Joshua, and into dangers which
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96 few men could fathom.
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97 He remembered how his admiration for the Net agents grew, and how fate
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98 would make them the fiercest of enemies. The ruthlessness with which fate
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99 pounded nails into Petrov's coffin could not compare to the taunting cruelty
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100 with which it pulled those nails back out--sustaining his harsh existence for
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101 yet another day.
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102 One question arose, time and time again. How could they be alive?
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103 Petrov had bound their hands and feet, had set the bomb, and had seen the
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104 explosion which demolished a whole wing of the oklahoma City Hilton. Yet
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105 L'homme and Joshua WERE alive. Could the sttories about Net agents be true..?
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106 In his mind Petrov reviewed his days at the McKane Academy, particularly
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107 the lectures on Net agents. It was well known that some of the higher ranking
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108 Net officials used dummy robots to thwart assassins, but could this practice
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109 be employed by field agents as well?
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110 It was a difficult idea for Petrov to swallow. He had seen the welts
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111 rise on L'homme's back under the terrible whip in the Dragon Room. He could
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112 remember the horrible sight of Joshua's flesh being eaten away by cockroaches
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113 and the blood and bruises all over both of their bodies. And then there was
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114 the smell -- oh, that hideous smell of roasted flesh that permeated the room.
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115 Could the same two agents be robots? Petrov recalled how strange it
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116 seemed that L'homme and Joshua had never cried out, Though it looked like they
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117 wanted to. Surely, If they were living, breathing people they would have died
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118 in the explosion at the Hilton.
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119 "But they seemed so REAL...so real..." Petrov rose to his feet. His
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120 only chance of saving his sanity lied with finding the two Net agents,
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121 learning the truth, and ending the battle one way or another.
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122 TIME PASSES
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123 "A freight car, how humiliating." Boxes and crates didn't make the most
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124 comfortable furniture, but a lack of funds limited Petrov's options. The
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125 rhythmic clicking of the train's wheels lulled Petrov into a disturbed slumber
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126 which was all too often interrupted by the occasional cough or movement of a
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127 nearby hobo. The train finally rolled to a stop where his grubby travelling
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128 companion hopped out of the car, and with a hearty "whoop whoop!" made his way
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129 to the city council.
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130 Once in the city, Petrov was surprised to see such a large number of
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131 green-clad cultists inhabiting the slums. Apparently, the death of Danger-
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132 field and subsequent collapse of the commune had turned hundreds of penniless,
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133 directionless people to the streets. They were still up to their old tricks,
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134 though -- their favorite refuge now bore the name "Baloney Buddha's"
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135 "But where do I go from here, what do I do?" Petrov finally decided to
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136 return to the hotel where the tumultuous reunion took place. Perhaps there
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137 would be a clue -- something to indicate where they might have gone. making
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138 his way through the city, Petrov eyed a nearby pet store...
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139 Petrov
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140 //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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141 L'homme: notice I waited until you were gone before I started entering things
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142 (tee-hee-hee)
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143 //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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144 THOR would sit and watch and perhaps he would learn more of this 'PROSE'.
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145 The tankard was still half full or should that be half empty.....hmmmmm....
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146 "Inn Keeper", cried out THOR, this is too much for me to decide upon.
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147 A refill quickly before I become too philosophical.
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148 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR
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149 Oh no! Not that!
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150 Just when you thought it was safe to throw your dictionaries
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151 away...now coming to an Inn near you:
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152
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153 S P E L L C H E C K I I
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154
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155 The Horror! The Horror!
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156 an effusion of unutterable ecstasy...
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157 utter utter
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158
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159 MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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160 DIRT CHEAP, CHAPTER ONE
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161
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162 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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163 The pegasus found the rest of the night rather interesting. Periodically the
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164 towering dark-visaged person would come muttering down the street, grumbling
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165 and cursing through the darkness, striking an occasional light. Perhaps it is
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166 uncommon for animals to feel jealousy, but despite her love for the piper, the
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167 pegasus kept watching the way in which the piper and his companion had left.
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168 At last the muttering figure took the hint. His gaze followed that of the
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169 pegasus, to a low building set off by itself, rounded roof gleaming in the
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170 light of the setting moon. The figure strode over to the building, outilined
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171 against the lightness of the predawn sky.
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172 "Rainbow!" Large fists crashed noisily against the door.
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173 Interested, the pegasus slowly cantered across the street to the side of
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174 the building recieving this untoward treatment. The soft sound of an opening
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175 window was nearly lost against the racket at the door. Looking somewhat less
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176 than jaunty, the piper crawled out of the window clad only in a somewhat askew
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177 kilt, carrying his shirt and shoes. Gone were the multicolor garments on the
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178 lady who followed him, holding him for a long lingering moment through the
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179 open window. The remaining light of the moon lifted faint highlights along
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180 the delicately turned length of her neck and jaw, down a slim arm raised in
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181 farewell, and atop one soft breast before fading into the shadows.
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182 With a crash, the tortured door gave way. The open window behind the lady's
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183 bed answered all the questions the looming figure had. With a curse, he
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184 thrust his way out through the sleepy group that had gathered in front of the
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185 splintered door and hurried around to the rear of the structure.
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186 "Come ON, Peg, we've got to get out of here!" The piper's impatient voice
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187 spurred the pegasus to more playfulness. Shaking her mane, she danced on,
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188 just out of his reach.
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189 The frightful roar from the towering figure behind them froze the little
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190 tableau for a moment, then before either the piper or the pegasus could move
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191 a lightning bolt sizzled through the air narrowly missing them both.
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192 The human body is capable of amazing feats under enough stress. Perhaps
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193 one of the most stressful situations the piper had ever found himself in
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194 was under a pre-dawn moon that fateful day. Plunging backwards, the piper
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195 sought to elude his pursuer in a grove of trees. Deep roars and curses
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196 followed down the grove, along with whistling bolts that illuminated the
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197 white blossoms of the orchard. Narrow misses kept the piper from getting
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198 to the pegasus, now concerned for his safety. Splintered trees filled
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199 the air with soft white petals, floating slowly downward, chilling the
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200 piper when they touched his skin.
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201 Lulled by a halt in the barrage, the piper began to slip on his shirt when
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202 the huge figure stepped out in front of him, face contorted by rage, holding
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203 a flickering lightning bolt in both hands. Stepping forward, with a war-cry
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204 the figure plunged the bolt toward the breast of the piper.
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205 For the piper, the universe exploded in glory. Long moments later, he
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206 regained conciousness falling through the dawn sky. Twisting and turning
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207 in the wind of his fall, he only dimly remembered how he had gotten into
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208 this situation. Even the arrival of the pegasus, who matched speed with him
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209 after terrible exertions, and somehow managed to get him to cling to
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210 her back roused little from his stunned mind.
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211 Some hours later, some late-leaving patrons of the inn were rather surprised
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212 to see the piper outside the inn's entrance. His shirt was charred and
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213 tattered, his face appeared exhausted, but he moved with uncommon speed to
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214 get under cover when a light sprinkle began to dampen the walk in front of
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215 the inn.
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216 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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217 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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218 Just when you thought it was safe.....
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219 So now on this disk we have more stories than talk of stories. Good, I
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220 was beginning to wonder if we were going to degenerate to critizise those who
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221 critizise those who critizise... ect. So what if people can't spell.
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God know
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222 I HATE CALL-WAITING!!! In the middle of entering text yet. Well, before some
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223 body else comes I'd best be off. Oh , I was saying I cant spell myself. I
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224 never considered myself hadicapped because of it (I never tried to park in
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225 those spaces..)
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226 Fast Fred
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227 BSAL (Back for vacation)
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228 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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229 I don't know if this message will be
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230 enteredin the board as i'm not totally
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231 sure of what I am doing.. But if this
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232 does make it, is there anyone out there
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233 willing to provide assistance to a
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234 befuddled user? This is perhaps the mostuser UN friendly board I've been on!
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235
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236 HAAALLLP!
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237
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238 Ahlannah
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239 It was a bitterly cold morning. The snowthat had fallen the previous night lay thick and unbroken over the remote,
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240 little used road. Rhian Marshall trudgedsilently along it, holding the thin cloak around his shoulders, trying to
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241 ignore the creeping infiltration of icy moistness into his cracked leather bootsDamn the North, Damn Winter, Damn ice,
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242 Damn snow. Oaths ran swiftly through his
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243 head. There was no redeeming quality to this place unless you were a hopeless sadist. Rhian kicked
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244 at a stone in his path, and surveyed hissurroundings. Bleak, dull, just like the miles behind, and most likely, ahead. From
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245 the East, an icy, howling blast shook awareness back into him. Grudgingly moving on, he saw from the corner of his eyea
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246 soft whisper pass slowly. Knowing what he would see, but looking anyway into
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247 the grey sky, he traced with dismal
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248 expectation the fall of a fat, lacy white snowflake. Growling in mute rage, he set off down the road with fuming
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249 fervor
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250 another snowstorm. Didn't they ever
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251 BW isn't difficult to upload to if you put a long enough delay between
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252
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253 - - - - The false start in line 251 is my fault; the incomplete entry ending with 250 isn't....
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254
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BW isn't difficult to upload to if you put a long enough delay between
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255 characters. I send at approximately 14 CPS with nearly a full second delay at
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256 the end of each line--I'm not sure it needs to be quite that slow, but it is
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257 safe and reliable and in ENTER ONLY I'm not going to experiment further!
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258 [NO-LONGER-FRUSTRATED PROGRAMMER]
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262 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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263 Sorry.. the incomplete ending in 250 was my fault.. Ahlannah. There wasn't much left in that segment, anyhow..It should
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264 have ended thus:
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266 Another snowstorm. Didn't they ever cease in this wretched land? Nowhe really needed to find shelter.
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267
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268 I told you I wasn't too sure of myself..But im learning. Bye now
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271 ::::::2:::::O O::::::18:29:::::::::::::::::::::::04/01:::::::::O O::::::::
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272 L'homme: if you see this, and read DB, then all you've missed is the bottom
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273 of Drive C. As of this moment, I have it all thru around line 100 of this drive.
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274 How was your trip?
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275 Uploaders: if you have prompted upload, a trick I've found usefull is to
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276 supply the prompt. I set the prompt to ^G (bell), and after I've sent
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277 a line, and BW is waiting for the next line, I hit Backspace. This causes
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278 BackWater to send a Bell, but it doesn't show up anywhere in the file.
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279 It's a little more work for you to prompt every line, but I've uploaded 100 line
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280 entries with no problems whatsoever. (Be sure to set the Margin to 125 or so,
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281 otherwise BackWater's end-of-line warning bells can cause problems.)
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282 :::::::::::O O::::::::::::::::::::::::voyeur:::::::::::::::::::O O:::::::::
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283 (*==marker==*)
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284
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285 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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286 From Prometheus: Netherminded
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288 Aside from problems like smoke silently filing out of my ventilation vents, I
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289 am now reconstituted and ready to send messages again. Nifty thing, sending an
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290 odd message now and then.
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291
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292 Not one to mention anything about grammar, or speeling or punctuation, or any
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293 other malady of normalcy that we must go through as humans, I will take leave.
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298
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299 "if you ask me... the world is a boring place now... " muttered markesson...
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300 attention pricked... tilean turned and asked why...
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301 'there are only terrorists and punks to deal with... ' said markesson with
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302 a slightly louder whisper...
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303 'what about cia... kgb... nsc or salog... ' accused tilean...
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304 'none of them are violent... not really violent... ' whispered markesson...
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305 'are you saying what i think you are saying... ' mentioned tilean... watching
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306 the rear view mirrors...
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308 'and why not... we are like the police department who finally caught everyone
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309 that did anything wrong... ' mentioned markesson... also checking the mirror...
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310 'no... there are still the violent ones... the ones who claim tollerance...
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311 and kill all those that say different... including people... there are still
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312 the hypocrits... and since there are... we have not caught everyone... yet... '
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314 'right... uh... tilean... ' queried markesson...
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315 'i see them too... ' answered tilean... anticipating the passenger...
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316 'they are still carrying the embassy flags... ' mused markesson... watching
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317 the russian flags flap in the passing wind... evening wind...
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319 'the russians are not... ' tilean let his voice trail... interest in watching
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320 the russian limousine took over... neither continued...
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322 'blasted odd...' said tilean to the passenger seat... still watching...
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323 'they pulled into the regent hotel... why on earth... ' markesson stopped...
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324 markesson braced... and tilean twisted the wheel as far as it would turn...
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325 the wheels turned and so did the car... the headlights strobed slowly... and
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326 the car was going in the opposite direction... back to the regent hotel...
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328 'we are going on a visit... ' declared tilean masterfully... markesson only
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329 slid his hnd into his vest... and returned with a machine pistol and com set...
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332
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333 miss kreut reached over in the dark... and threw the switch... she felt a dry
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334 feeling on her fingers... she looked at them... and there was blood on them...
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335
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336 eyes opened wide... she scanned the room... carefully noting every difference
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337 in colors... she appraised safety from her suite... everything she could see...
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338
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339 she pulled a long black pistol from a thigh holster... how it fit so sleekly
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340 we might never know... she looked at the power guage... and it was almost empty
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341 with energy... one shot left...
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342
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343 as she strode silently over the gray carpetting... she noticed another pool
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344 of blood on another switch... dried and hours old... close to an artery...
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345
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346 the doorknob on the bathroom door was bloodstained... it had beaded on the
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347 knob... and she nearly regurgitated at the feel of brass... and the wet blood..
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348
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350
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351 'we might find six agents inside... ' warned tilean...
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352 'we might find kreut dead... if she is a net double agent like you said...'
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353
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354 'she is... she had some net jewekry on her... the poisons were there... the
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355 kgb does not bother with poison... they use their own guns...
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356 'how was she figuired out... do you think... ' said markesson... over the
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357 clanging of shoe tips on the stairs of the regent fire escapes... tiring...
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358
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359 'she was with us... and they might think i am a net agent... for all that
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360 means... ' said tilean... worried and breathless...
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363 Voyeur: some prompted upload programs won't let you give a ctrl-char as
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364 the prompt char. Vidtex for example...
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365 No-longer-frustrated-programmer: not everyone can put inter-char delays.
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366 IRemember, once you get out of the CP/M MS-DOS world, your choices get
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367 VERY limited. Prompted upload is about as far as most programs I've even
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368 HEARD of go.
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369 _________________________Leonard___________________________________________
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370 ::::::::::::O O::::::::22:39::::::::::::::::::::::04/01::::::O O:::::::::
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371 L'homme: saved to here.
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372 Leonard: I said *IF* you have prompted upload. And as far as VIDTEX,
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373 well... 'nuf said.
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374 ::::::::::::O O:::::::::::::::::::voyeur::::::::::::::::::::O O:::::::::::
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375 .......................................................................
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376 Familiar Spring,
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377 sweet stench of
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378 busy paper mills
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379 and thaw.
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380 Trees that look of tissue,
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381 smell of starched laundry,
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382 splash the air with
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383 pink snow warm to the touch.
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384 Cat-shaped patches
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385 of Spring appear
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386 for Entropy to lie in, lazy.
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387
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388 ..........................................Entropy.......................
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389
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390 tempted... so very tempted... choices... right ones... wrong ones... [r.a.]
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391 *%_)@#*%_)*%_)#*$%)_!*^_)*^)_+*(+^(+)_#$*^)_#$&^)_$#*^_)*^)_#$*^)_^*_)^*_)@%*^_)%$*^)_%^*)_@*^%)_*^_)@^*(_)^(@^(
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392 Voyeur : I flew the friendly skies. and made it back to the egg, er backwater. I have downloaded all of drives A and B
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393 up to this point, so I guess all I need is drive C. Thanks so much for the help. Have I got some news for you... The
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394 trip was fine, but I must admit some of the local wildlife leaves a little to be desired, especially on BART and MUNI.
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395 Also, next time I go I think I'll take along a Spanish and Phillipino interpreter, or start taking classes myself.
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396 Farley : Thanks for going on with my premise. I can't enter know, but I will later.
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397 Petrov : I know you won't see this for awhile, but perhaps some kind soul will send you the copy. I might point out
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398 one error in your entry. When Joshua and I hung you over the bathtub in room 1271 at the Plaza Hilton, we DID have
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399 the common decency to not strip you completely, so to avoid the chance of concealed weapons. Don't you remember we
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400 let you keep that special 'robe de chambre' you were so attached to?
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401 Mikey : In my rush to get packed, I didn't get a chance to mail the disk. I will bring it Thursday, but I be there
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402 until later... Will you stay?
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403 *)_%*)_%*#)_%*@_)*%@!_#)%*)_@!%*)_!@ L'homme sans Parity *%)#_@*%_@*#%_%*_@#%*_@*%_@#)%*)_@*%)@#_*%@)#_*%@)_#%*
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404
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405
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406 some people have suggested the donation of equipment, to make a new
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407 backwater. and some people have also suggested a collection to buy the
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408 system. does anyone else like this idea? if so, to what extent?
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409
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410 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/
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411 A solitary man stood waiting for his ride to come on that breezy after-
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412 noon. Time to him was very much a concern worth noting. He hated to wait and
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413 therefore was climbing the proverbeal wall. If only there were a wall to climb.
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414 "I've been waiting here for more than fifteen minutes. Where can he be
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415 now?" His thoughts had become more than that, they bacame mutterings that
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416 caught the attention of those that might pass him by. "Damn, damn, damn, damn!
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417 where IS he? It's been more than sixteen minutes..." There was no hope now. Too
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418 many minutes have passed for it to have made any real differance whether or not
|
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419 he would lose today's contract. Within the next five minutes he would lose his
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420 firt two contracts, and shortly afterwards he become a standing time-bomb just
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421 waiting for his ride to take him to the "office" so he could try to salvage the
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422 third and final contract for the beginning of the day. There would be more
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423 contracts that day but they all depernded on the first three going off without
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424 to much of a hitch.
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425 "Absolutely grand xxxxxxx great! I've been standing here for more than
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426 twenty-five minutes and STILL nothing. Not even in sight. Nada. Null. Nix."
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427 (With frustration such as that, I think I'll keep the name "PINER")
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428 Piner
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429 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/
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430 To The Piper: I know that the names are VERY simular, and don't really intend
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431 to become confused with you. It was just that the name has a meaning
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432 for me that may not be totally acurate, but I think it does suit me.
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433 Spelling Checkers: You needn't bother. I know my spelin leevs a lot tu b dezyrd
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434 an dont reelee care. Prehaps I do, all I want is to convey my thoughts.
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435 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/
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436
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437 Leonard-- I don't even KNOW anything about the CP/M MS-DOS world; I use a tape-
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438 based TRS-80 (from which fact everybody probably knows who I am; who else on
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439 local BBSs--or anywhere else, for that matter--keeps saying that expensive disk-
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440 based machines aren't needed for capable software?) I don't see how an upload
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441 program can do without intercharacter delays; I can't even send messages to Bit
|
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442 Bucket without that! I've had to provide the ability to vary both the prompt
|
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443 and the intercharacter delay time. My program won't allow a ctrl-char other
|
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444 than CR as the prompt (except if I patch it in) because I have found no need for
|
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445 that. What I do here is use a CR for the prompt, a feature I put in to take
|
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446 care of ALL systems that don't send them; that way the next line is sent when
|
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447 the preceding line's CR is echoed. But it does need a delay, so IF (and only
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448 if) the current prompt is a CR, my program waits about a second after the prompt
|
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449 is received. This works on CompuServe and the Source as well as here. If you
|
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450 are the Leonard I know who has a Model III, and your software doesn't have these
|
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451 capabilities, maybe you'd like to beta test the disk-compatible version of my
|
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452 integrated word processing/telecommunications system?
|
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453 Anyone else who has a TRS-80 Model III or 4 will also be welcomed as a beta
|
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454 tester (and in time, Model I, but I've just realized Mod I's keyboard driver
|
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455 doesn't handle control characters at all....) If you don't know where to
|
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456 reach me, send note to TOPS Programming, Portland 97219.
|
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457 --SYLVIA, AKA "PROGRAMMER"
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458
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459 ******************************************************************
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460 ~
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461 Need some T.V. tubes????
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462 Color and B/W! - Big selection!
|
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463 They're all used, but test good!
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464 Prices are pretty low! $1.50-$3.50
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465 so 1970 B/W Zenith set, Make offer.
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466
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467 Call: John at 654-xxxx
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468 12:00pm - 9:00pm
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469
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470
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471
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472 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+>
|
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473 Zippy: The drives are HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well, actually, thay are
|
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474 at Kevin's....I won't get my hands on them until thursday.
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475 We will be hooking them up to his Xerox first, to see what thay do. then
|
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476 if all is well, we will work on geting that 3$ powersupply to work.
|
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477 All going well, I will have quaddrives by late sunday.
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478 A waist,I know,but it looks REAL nice ontop of my ATR. besids, if you were
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479 offered 1.5megs of disk storage for under 200$ would you pass it up?
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480
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481 Asp
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482 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+>
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483 Programmer: here is a bit of "trivia" about BW that may help with your
|
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484 loads. BW will accept the character FOLLOWING the c/r & not echo it til
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485 it is do posted the line. So maybe if you had your software wait for the
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486 char to be echoed...
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487 To the pern talking about "buying" the equipment that BW runs on, You
|
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488 could BUILD a copy of the equipment for under $50 bucks. (less the drives)
|
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489 I believe Mikey has some 'extra' boards. Of course, you'll have to burn
|
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490 your own ROMs (BW runs in 8k of 2708 ROMs & 1k of static RAM). The source
|
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491 code is only partially available...
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492 You'd be better off writing an emulator on another machine. (BW is
|
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493 running on 1977 state-of-the-art equipment, ie obsolete....)
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494 ___________________________Leonard_________________________________________
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495
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496 ***************************************************************
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497 Leonard: Actually, it's 1976, but who's quibling over a year eh?
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498 L'homme: OK, will wait till around 10pm. Is that late enough?
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499 Uploaders: If you are having problems such that you must put an
|
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500 intercharacter delay in, a better way to handle it if you can is to wait
|
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501 for each character you send to be echoed back to you before sending the
|
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502 next one. BWMS itself can accept characters without delay. The usual
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503 reason for problems is those cheapy modems (particularly acoustic couplers)
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504 which have difficulty seperating the data being sent back by BW from that
|
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505 which it is transmitting. BWMS 'does' require that you perform some sort
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506 of delay at the end of each line. One second minimum, though you may loose
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507 a part of the first line when to disk starts to get full. It can take an extra
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508 second for the drive to get to the last sector of the disk when it is that
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509 full. (remember we are running on Shugart SA400's here. (You know, the
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510 same type of drive mechanism used in Apples and Ataris...)
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511 As Leonard indicated, a great way to do it if you can handle it is to
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512 wait for the specific character you transmit to comeback.
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513 Since BW echos a 'line feed' 'carriage return' at the end of each
|
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514 line, and then goes away to save it to disk, in the meantime the usart
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515 can be accepting another character and have it waiting for the system
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516 when it comes back from the disk operation, at which time it picks it
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517 up and processes it, and echos it back to you. Thus, if you can ignore the
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518 line feed character, you're home free. Also, don't send line feeds,
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519 BW adds them in for you.
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520 BW always sends LF/CR, eccept for just in front of the '>' prompt,
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521 here it puts a normal CR/LF.
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522 The other exception is when it prints out the 'help' information, in which
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523 case it also prints out the CR/LF sequence. Don't yell at me, I didn't
|
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524 write the software, I only patched it to make it run here.
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525 ************************* CISTOP MIKEY *************************************
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526 sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssswift. . .
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527
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528 You are my mirror-
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529 I am the image reflected
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530 and the corporeal one as well.
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531 Your image reflects, too.
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532 I am your mirror...
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533
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536 alright. so we build one. what do we build and how?
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539 and why?
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542 Through fear we deny ourselves that which we desire the most.
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544 Metaphor for the day: Fears are the roadblocks on the highway of life.
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545 The problem is discovering the right detours. Hmmm... where did I put
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548 My fears are rooted in the past. They cloud my perceptions of the
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549 present and determine my future. That is unless I'm strong enough to say:
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550 No more!
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552 My capacity for courage displays itself when I least expect it.
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554 Courage is spontaneous, fear is premeditated.
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555 -'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'The Jung and Restless'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'
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557 ALL: Was their a stray control character in that message, affter '
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yesterday'??? If so, I am sorry if it messed up anyone's terminal.It
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563 QUIT
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564 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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565 A beast I have been called, And I stalk only those who
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566 venture out into the cool morning. The wee hours are mine
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567 The moon is full. When out walking tonight, listen for
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568 the pad of my feet. Make no sudden movements, for I will
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569 attack. I lust for warm blood, yours if you find yourself
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570 within my deadly grasp. Beware, make sure your children
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571 are safe in their beds.
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572 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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574 ^^^^^ Many things transpire in the course of a few days.
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575 ^^^^^ In one such case, a week of tremendous rage was
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576 ^^^^^ what had set my 'pen' to the page in words
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577 ^^^^^ of confusion. All is not right.
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579 f13and nefariu
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