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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 18 APR 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 ah, how do i say this. er, well, so many people use so many ways to avoid
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21 saying it, that i would feel too trendy if i did. so, i guess i just wont say
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22 it at all. so whoever is on next is at the top. sincerely, prometheus
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23
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24 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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25
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26 + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
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27 I am a child, staring for hours in fasination at an open book, then suddenly
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28 discovering there are other pages to turn to. It is frightening to feel the
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29 awakening of something alien inside ones own body. To think that there is a
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30 part of you that is a stranger, dark and with a taste of evil power. I have
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31 looked inside my self and seen many things, but never this face behind a face.
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32
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33 This is no face of a fool, a harlequin. With huge twisted hands the form
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34 reaches above my head, feeling for the strings that make me what I am. Fear
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35 grows in my face, a feeling of helplessness. The strings are my prison, but
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36 also my life. They are my chains, and my wings.
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37
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38 The stranger wears my body like a ragged suit, pushing his arms into mine like
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39 they were some empty sleeve, waiting to be filled. I can feel his power. It
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40 is a power I fear, for it has the scent of a beast. Wild and uncontrolled.
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41 His fingers fill the glove that is my hand and he grips the strings and with
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42 an inhuman scream rips them from my body. I feel the waves of pain as my flesh
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43 tears where the cords had worked themselves deep into my bones. And my head
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44 explodes as he pulls the one from deep inside my brain.
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45
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46 I wait to feel the impact as I hit the floor, the support which held me gone.
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47 My eyes closed against the pain and the thought of imagined death. It does
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48 not happen. I open my eyes. I see the strings hanging in the air around me,
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49 still swinging from the violence of what has happened. Inside me I feel the
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50 beast, standing firm, feet wide apart, holding me erect. How did I wake this
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51 thing inside me, and what is the price of my freedom?
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52
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53 the harlequin
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54 + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
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55 <><><><><><><><><><><><<><><><><><><><><><>><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><
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56 chapter 1
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57
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58 It was a cool dark stormy night and he was out of vasilene. What
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59 could he do. The winds were to strong this time of year on Venus. Suddenly
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60 an unexpected knock came at the door. It was that lovely Earthling,Joane,
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61 that just moved into his living complex.
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62 Joane was about 5'9'' and about 137lbs. She had that special look
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63 that only Venisian women could muster. At least that is what he thougt until
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64 now. She wanted something.
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65 off
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66 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S
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67 P.B.: There was room on DB for some upload discussion so I put it there
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68 rather than fill up this disk with it. See lines 578 ff.
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69 Cistop Mikey: Please see my question at the bottom of DB.
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70 ? ? : I can make the lines any length I specify--I'll be glad to use 75
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71 here (on some boards I must use 74 or 79). Personally I have a 64-column
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72 screen so am used to seeing wraparound with or without line numbers.
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73 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S
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74 ::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::__________
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75 Greetings, Inn-habitants. Finally my priorities allow me to get back on over
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76 to check out the action.... looks good, just like before! Hopefully I'll never
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77 have need to miss as many disks as I have again. So have I missed any good
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78 discussions?!?!?
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79 Sayanora, groupies!
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80 ::::::::::__________:::::::::: The Jiz /// __________::::::::::__________
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81
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83 Elax watched himself reflected in this endless expance of water. He could
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84 not understand why he he felt this way, nor how he got here.
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85 Just a few days ago he had been known as Zermy to all his friends. Now he
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86 had no friends. His immage was the same as it had always been but... There
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87 was something about it that was just wrong. He felt different too, there was
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88 a mean streak in him which he was not used to feeling. The only thing he was
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89 sure about was that he had to do something about it all. Every which way
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90 he looked was watter. Not a wave, not a ship, not an island to be seen for
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91 miles around. He tried to think back on the last few days... Maybe there
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92 would be a clue for him there... The only thing that came to mind was that
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93 he would probably never see his friends again. Then he remembered his sister
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94 and the spider...
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95 The Advocate
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97 -----------------
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98 Is there anybody out there?
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99 ---------------MM
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100 I'm out here!
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101 I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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102 The door of the INN was thrown wide and a smiling face thrust itself into
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103 the room. He looked about the place with an expression that stood somewhere
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104 between wonder and glee, like the face of a child on christmas. Though it
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105 was still raining softly outside the hood of his cloak was thrown back. The
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106 rain had soaked his hair. It was plastered to his head and small rivlets ran
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107 down his face and neck. Several of these stopped at the top of his gaping
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108 smile. He stepped into the room and small puddles began to form on the floor
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109 at his feet. Hearing the sound of the dripping he looked down, and with an
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110 even more sheepish grin he hung his cloak next to the door.
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111 He stands just a bit over five and a half feet. His clothes would look
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112 foolish on anyone else, but he wears them with an air of comfort that speaks
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113 more loudly than first appearance. The sleeves of his shirt were puffed
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114 widely, then ended in wide cuffs. His pants were a patchwork of pockets,
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115 some buttoned some tied closed. The pants were pushed into the top of his
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116 boots, one black, one brown. Over all this he wore a tunic of bright red,
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117 belted with a small knife at the small of the back.
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118 He picked his way toward the fire, excusing himself as he edged between the
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119 crowd of chairs. Upon reaching the fire he removed his boots and socks and
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120 placed them on the hearth to dry. Barefooted he found his way to the bar and
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121 seated himself. Quietly guesturing to the innkeeper, so as not to interupt
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122 the buzz of conversation, he asks for a bit of ale and some cheese. When it
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123 arrives he takes a sip from the mug and impales the cheese on the blade of his
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124 small knife, raises it to his mouth, and begins to eat.
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125 I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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126 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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127 #In a cab again,# Farley thought. #I really miss driving around with Fred.#
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128 He didn't ponder on this for long, however; he noticed that Fellows, instead
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129 of spouting his usual flood of wisecracks and puns, was being relatively
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130 silent, almost as if he knew something sinister and sobering, and it was
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131 occupying his mind.
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132 Farley wasn't long in detecting his attack of shyness. Thinking that if he
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133 wanted to tell him about it, Fellows would, Farley decided not to push the
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134 matter.
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135 Several minutes later, the cab arrived before a rather nondescript pawn shop.
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136 Farley couldn't help but notice the words "Henry's Second-Hand & Pawn Shop"
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137 emblazoned upon the window in large yellow letters as he stepped out of the
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138 cab. L'homme paid the driver, and with a small grin at Farley's reaction, led
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139 the way into the store.
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140 Tinkle! The bell above the door called to whoever was inside.
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141 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$# 23:37 - 04/18/85 #$##$##$##$##$#
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142 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Dreamtoucher*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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143 Not knowing it happened, dreamtoucher found himself, with snowrunner, out-
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144 side the inn. He had been telling person about/...?mmm person? were was
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145 person? didn't seem to be around anyware.
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146 Looking around Dreamtoucher realized he was near the roan tree. (which
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147 seemed to interest snowrunner anyway)
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148 Through the foliage he could see someone entering the Inn. An odd enough sight
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149 itself in its own way. He was more used to people just sort of showing up inside
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150 if at all. The last time he recalled anyone going in that way there had ben
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151 trouble. Speeking of trouble, Dreamtoucher felt a brooding presence that made
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152 the gaurd hairs on his neck stand on end. Holding walking stick in hand, he
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153 looked up into the branches of the tree. Only breeze swept leaves were visible
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154 but the feeling of emminent danger persisted. Snowrunner's body language gave
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155 eloquent evidance that the great white wolf sensed it as well.
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156 Cautiosly, head and eyes in constant motion, they headed back toward the
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157 inn.
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158 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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159
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160 *****! *****! *****! I let it happen again! Allow the clock to tick just once too many times and access is denied! K
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161 ............. ............. ............. ............. ............. .............
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162 "How's that again, sir?" asked Kosta.
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163 "I said, it's back on Tucker Road. It's te only airfield we've got so you can't miss it," said Jannet's father.
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164 "And you wouldn't, by chance, still have that aircraft lodged in the wings, would you? It has been the source
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165 of a few fond memories." He had lied, but was trying to get a few more facts out of him.
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166 "Yup, I've still got good old November Two-Niner sitting out there just waiting to be used. I just might..."
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167 His words were cut short by a quick chop to the back of the neck by Kosta's hand. He had found what he was looking
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168 for, and now it was time for him to depart to a more sunny environment.
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169 "Lewis, what in the hell did you do that for?" came the plea from Jannet.
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170 He hated to do it to them, but he knew that it was essential in accomplishing his goal.
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171 "I shan't go into details for they are long and at this time unimportant. What I will tell you is that I am being
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172 followed by people that may call themselves my friends, and that they are trying to help me. This is no longer true.
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173 What I need is the use of your father's vehicles in order that I may return my life to some semblence of decency,
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174 a shred of normality... if that is at all still possible." While saying this, Kosta had been dragging Jannet's
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175 father over onto the sofa. He then turned to Jannet.
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176 "And now, if you would be so kind, I will be needing his set of keys. Where are they?"
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177 "No! I won't do it! I'm not going to help you," she said as she picked up the receiver to the telephone. She
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178 was going to try and call the authorities before any more foolishness would take place. Kosta saw what she was
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179 about to do and ponced across the room in an effort to stop her. As he passed the sofa he lost his balance, causing
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180 him to collide against her body rather than just taking her by the arms to stop her. They both dropped to the floor,
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181 the receiver dangling from the table.
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182 "Jannet, you don't understand. These things I must do..."
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183 "Have you lost you mind, Lewis? What's gotten into you anyway?" she screamed.
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184 "I must! And stop calling me 'Lewis'. He's long since been forgotten, and died from abandonment. I am 'KOSTA'
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185 now, and shall go through with my plans. Please do not attempt to stop me." His grip of her was firm and Jannet knew
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186 that whatever it was he had in mind, it was something she could not sway him from.
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187 "The keys, Jannet. I'll take them now..."
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188 She just lay still for a moment, considering the possible alternatives.
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189
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190 >>IF YOU'D LIKE TO MAKE A CALL, PLEASE HANG UP AND TRY AGAIN. IF YOU NEED HELP...<<
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191
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192 ............. ............. ............. ............. ............. .............
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193
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194 You had wings when first I met you, pinions as long and straight as the
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195 path of a falling star, iridescent edges that caught the sun of the gardens
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196 where I played and watched the ballet-flight of white on blue. We were a secret
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197 to each other, never to be mentioned, always to be held close like a treasure
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198 to the heart. Through the forever-time of spring the flicker of wings danced on
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199 the edge of my perception, as much a part of me as hands or voice.
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200 Then, at the end of the age of belief, our flight was cut short, torn
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201 apart by the words that deny the existance of things unbelievable. The sunlight
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202 left with the closing of wings, alabaster still and white, statue-cold.
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203 In traveling the dark halls of time after, the memory remained under
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204 the quiet surface, to be troubled only by some ribbon of music or the sigh of
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205 wind through branches. I often wondered why the sight of white columns against
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206 blue sky or the clouds at* night woke restlessness and the ghosts of unshed
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207 tears. Sometimes I caught your shadow in a smile or the turn of a head and I
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208 would feel the unbearable pull at my heart, a longing for nothing I could
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209 identify, and while I struggled for the answer it would vanish like the echo of
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210 a long forgotten song.
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211 The seasons of my life passed from the spring of promise and joy to the
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212 long, hot summer that curled greeness to the sepia tones of old photographs,
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213 crisp and dry as autumn leaves.
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214 It is winter now, the end of the cycle, when the killing cold traces
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215 feathery lace on the windowpanes and chills my flesh to the bone. I wait as I
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216 have waited before while te numbness steals motion and the white drifts blind
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217 me. But even in this end there is a beginning, for I hear the flicker,
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218 feather-soft, of wings.
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219 Jannet Fields / 07 Mar 84
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220 [better known to TIN people as "kml.)"]
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221
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222 ............. ............. ............. ............. ............. .............
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223 As nightfall came, a dark figure could be seen getting out of an orange four-wheel drive pick-up truck. (Jannet
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224 always refered to it as her father's "sacred cow".) He got out and made his way to the hangar and opened the lock
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225 with his recently aquired keys. As he open the wide, squeeky doors he shrugged his shoulder to keep his pack from
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226 falling off. Before Kosta had left the house he had taken the liberty to borrow a few items he knew wouldn't be
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227 missed too dearly... A fresh set of clothes from Jannet's brother that was out of town, a length of rope for
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228 general purposes, a pack for holding all else that he felt he would need, and of course the truck.
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229 Not having flown an aircraft for some time, Kosta took his time running down a pre-flight inspection while checking
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230 the procedures. Since this was a private hangar, noone would question his unscheduled visit. Or so he thought.
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231 After taxiing the craft to the service center for fueling he came upon an attendant that happened to know just who
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232 owned what, and who was authorized use of such property in these parts.
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233 "Nice evenin', stranger," commented the station attendant.
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234 "Yes, 'tis a superior night for flying. I could not have asked for better weather conditions," responded Kosta.
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235 "The news man said it was gonna rain." The attendant had a wicked gleam in his eye.
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236 "Say nothing of the kind!" said Kosta as he walked over to the man. "Why, look at the clarity of the sky..."
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237 He placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "It has never been so clear. Do you not see, my friend?"
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238 As the man looked to the horizon at which Kosta pointed, Kosta took his other arm and spun the man around -- locking
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239 neck in between his arms. With a swift twist the attendant lapsed from consciousness. Another obstacle had been
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240 overcome. Quickly, Kosta finished the fueling by himself and was on his way down the airstrip... ignoring all calls
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241 from the tower. With a the wigns full of fuel, he would have at least four hours of uninterupted flying ahead of him
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242 and a chance to learn how to fly all over again. Casting aside the weight of the situation, he began to whistle a
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243 simple tune to lighten his spirits. #Cal-i-fornia, here I come...#
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244 KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA
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245
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246 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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247 The piper passed out of sight of the remains of the battle long before he
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248 passed out of scent. The odor of death followed him, dogging his footsteps
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249 with relentless wafts of corruption and reminders of mortality.
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250 When at last the fading reminders of the battle had dropped below the
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251 piper's threshold of perception, he scarcely noticed it, trying to find a
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252 stream. The large silver cup he carried was getting heavy, and he did not
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253 relish the thought of carrying it back full.
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254 The packed and torn tracks of the slaughtered armies gave way to grassy
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255 paths -- the grass shortened by use but not completely worn from the road.
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256 The piper's spirits lifted as he began to pace this track, heel-toe, heel-toe
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257 quickly setting up a monotonous rhythm designed to cover the miles with a
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258 minimum of effort.
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259 When soon he came across a small stream, he dropped to the grassy verge and
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260 immersed the cup, watching the clear fluid swirl over the brim. His thirst
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261 began to grow as he stood, the cool clear water dripping in runnels from the
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262 metal so chill in his hands. HLifting the cup, he was stopped short by a voice.
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263 "Nay -- drink not!"
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264 Lowering the cup, the piper turned to see the knight who first had sent him
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265 on this errand, still mounted on the huge horse whose huge front hoof was
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266 pawing the ground. Surprised, the piper found a vagrant corner of his mind
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267 contmplating the horses' actions -- the hoof must be shoed with a cleated shoe,
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268 his mind insisted, the quantity of earth is just too great for a plain shoe,
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269 and see how the long hairs from the horse's ankle brushes and smooths the
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270 dark soft earth its hoof mounds up.
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271 "Drink not." The knight repeated, holding his hand lower for the cup, the
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272 movement accompanied by a familiar metallic clash.
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273 The piper lifted the cup and put it into the knight's hand. The armored
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274 hand closed around the stem and the knight lifted it to his lips and
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275 drank deeply. After finishing his daught, the knight held the cup at arm's
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276 length and began to pour. Instead of the clear sparkling water the piper
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277 had filled the cup with, thick runnels of congealing blood flowed from the
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278 container to soak into the ground.
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279 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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280 |\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\
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281 Elax was now getting desperate, there had to be a limit to how long he could
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282 go on treading water like this. It felt like days since he had last set his
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283 foot on solid ground. Thoughts were going through his head at a furious pace
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284 "It has not been dark since I have been floating around" was the predominant
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285 one, he knew something was wrong, when he first lost track of the solid ground
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286 is was almost sun-set, now... There was no sun anywhere, just a solid sheet
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287 of bright light all above and around him, reaching way to the edges of the
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288 water, and finaly touching it there. Sjtreaching his legs to avoid cramps
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289 Elax felt something touch his foot...
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290 The Advocate
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291 |\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\
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292 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/]
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293 kml. - A beautiful, sad peice. Thank you.
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294 To All - I am glad to see that the time of turmoil has passed. Perhaps we move
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295 toward another USER FRIENDLY MONTH, yes? Pleased I am to visit here and hear
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296 fresh songs. ( And perhaps some familar voices? ).
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297 To piper and The Guardian and Pam. and kathyd and Tanya and all those whose
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298 words bring a smile to my lips, it is good to be back. I have missed this
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299 place very much.
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300 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/]
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302 Elax looked deep into the water, holding his hands to block some of the light
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303 reflecting off the surface. There was something down there, his foot still
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304 touched it, in fact he could feel it moving beneath him. It was inching
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305 toward the surface and moving towards his right a bit. As it lifted he gained
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306 more of a footing, and begain to move with the thing. He wasn't sure if this
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307 was the bottom or not, the water could be carrying him, creating the illusion
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308 of movement. Whether it was he of the water that moved, he was beginning to
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309 make quite a bit of a wake. The water pushed against his side with a lot of
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310 force, and he spread his feet wide to keep from falling.
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311 The Advocate
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313 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
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314 Leroy,
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315 The Rawhide plan is going well. Stage A has been accomplished with
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316 no problems. Stage B is beginning. Counter-surveillance reveals that at
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317 least two vehicles are following our snatch team. Appropriate measures
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318 are being taken.
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319 We have filled your order for the sheep and five quarts of vasoline.
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320 Sorry about the mix-up last time. We really didn't know that our supplier
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321 had inadvertantly sent you Ben Gay instead of the requested vasoline. Hope
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322 you've recovered. I understand that you were in quite abit of pain.
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323 Don't worry about the NET. No problem with those guys. One hitch
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324 though, some chump made an anonymous phone call to the police and gave them
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325 the real story. My sources within the department were able to control the
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326 situation, but things were quite dicey for a while. Attempt against Ming
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327 Louie and Mohammed Wassir failed. Will try again soon.
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328 'Red' Breakwind
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329 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
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330
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331 ^^^^^ A question, but it will wait... --->G 109:03
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332
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333 er, make that :15
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334 As the Viking warship stealthily slipped up to the unsuspecting
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335 Saxon seaside village, Brodar, the cheiftain, rose and addressed his
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336 followers. "Now, men," he bellowed, "our plan is to burn the village---"
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337 "Hoorary!" roared the warriors.
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338 "---kill all the men---"
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339 "Hooray!"
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340 "---and rape all the women!"
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341 "Hooray!"
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342 "And men..."
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343 "Yes, noble Brodar!"
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344 "For God's sake, get it RIGHT this time!"
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345 ...........................................................................
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346
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347 6767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767
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348 Sam had about given up on having anything interesting take
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349 place any time soon. #At least I don't have to worry about
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350 not being able to keep up with them# he thought. The only thing
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351 that was still original on the car was the basic shell. Almost
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352 everything else had been replaced with more modern equipment.
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353 The one exception to this was the old transistor AM only radio.
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354 It had been left in on the insistance of NET 67 because it still
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355 managed to get better reception than any of the new 'improved'
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356 AM/FM/Cassette/CD decks did. The engine had a top speed at
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357 least twice that of the one it replaced. When even that was not
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358 enough, one could always use the NOS booter (not for too long,
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359 as the heat it generated could distroy the engine if used for a
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360 long period of time). The gauges in the dashboard were the same
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361 as they always were, but were now backed up by various voice
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362 warning systems. #Yes,# Sam reflected, #it would be hard for
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363 anyone to tell that his car was anything other than the simple
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364 thing it appeared to be#. At least he hoped so... He sighed
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365 and settled back for a long and boring drive. At least they
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366 were playing good music for once.
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367 6767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767
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368 (ch /booter/booster/... I repeat: ARGH!)
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369 6767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767
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370 Jannent: Love your words...
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371
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372 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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373 The Handless Mime
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374 The mime conjured the dreamful, creative mindset of the audiance. Their
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375 curiosity, their wonderment and intrigue which had been chained throughout
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376 their long, tiring days was released. They had teathered themselves with
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377 seriousness, tress, and the pains of society. The playfulness they had as
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378 children had ben lost, given up to conform to society. The vaudevillian's
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379 delightful movements lured their imagination, giving freedom to their
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380 ignored creativity.
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381 The mime began building a pyramid with imaginary stones. Slowly, as the
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382 palms carressed the air, the stones began to form. With flexibilty and
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383 muscles like a dancer, the silent histrio's movements appeared magical, full
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384 of life, of undeniable perfection. As the hands slid through the air, rocks
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385 seemed to appear. Stacked on the ground, they solidified. The nothingness
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386 of the air took shape and the abstractness of the stones became reality. They
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387 were not an idle concept or a thing to be imagined, they were not intangible,
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388 they were real. Each stone was built on top of others into a peak. The stones
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389 were so firmly based that if one should fall or vanish, the pyramid would
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390 remain standing.
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391 The thought pyramid was created in the audiance's heads. As if to
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392 chastise them for their society which bound them by invisible chains leaving
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393 them out of touch with their own consciousness, the painted face smiled. As
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394 if to chastise them for their lack of true expression, their unused tools of
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395 communication, the painted face smiled.
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396 The mime's hands continued to creat and move magically across the new
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397 reality. The mime's eyes glanced at the audiance, with delight and happiness,
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398 the eyes danced back to the stones. The pyramid was solid, indestructible,
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399 real. The silent histrio stepped back displaying the new creation. Then, with
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400 powerful grace, as if mind dwelled elsewhere, the figure walked through the
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401 pyramid. The image was destroyed. The mime became a preformer standing on the
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402 white line of a dirty street. The stones which had been built into magnifi-
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403 cence vanished in the air. The falsification of reality crushed the thoughts
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404 of the audiance. In their minds, the foundating thought pattern of the
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405 inverse pyramid was removed and the entire strusture fell.
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406 The crowd of onllokers stared at the vaudevillian, horrified. The
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407 equivocator had showed them the image of truth and then snatched it away. The
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408 actor without words stared back at the gaping audiance, their lifeless form.
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409 Then, as if it was all an incredible sham, the mime bowed and walked away.
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410 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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411 ALL RIGHT! POKE THAT CABIN BOY! (AND PASS ME AN OREO).
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412 +DANTE-
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413 hi this is jesse if you now wh
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414 thare is a down loading te
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415 please leave me a message
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416 thank you
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417
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418 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Dreamtoucher*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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419 As Dreamtoucher approached the inn, a large bus-like object could be seen
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420 parked nearby. The destination sign said twits tour and uniformed guides were
|
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421 striding purposefully tward it's sanctified walls to round up thair wandering
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422 strays. This they accomplished quickly and were soon gone, twits, tour-bus and
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423 all!
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424 Seriosly folks>>> for sick jokes there are sick joke boards and for other
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425 forms of twitism there are places other than here (I hope) and for mass quan-
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426 tities of blank lines, a special purgatory is being custom built on magrathea!
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427 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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428 Having spoted the p.a.i.n. car, Themnax's ship locked on. Reopening the
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429 NET link, speed, position and other peramiters were uploaded directly to NET hq.
|
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430 At the same time, tightly focused scanning energies were sent out to obser-
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431 ve the cars interior. Of course, in order to do this, he had to flip back to
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432 'material'. Even the slightest risk of being observed violated the H.U.B.
|
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433 cannons on cultural interfirance, but this would only take a few seconds.
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434 What his sensors reported of the car below was total opacity. Themnax
|
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435 could do nothing but flip back etherial and await developments on the ground.
|
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436 As long as the situation remained static, he was helpless, Lananaran tech-
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437 nology or no. He could only observe, not well, and file reports, short on use-
|
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438 ful data. He almost might as well not be there except that he was and would,
|
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439 for the time being remain.
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440 Then he noticed that one of the tailing cars was equiped with some highly
|
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441 nonstandard comm gear. Perhaps a direct chanel could be opened, but to what
|
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442 purpose, he askethought, arguing himself out of it. And then again, might as well
|
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443 check and see if its possible, whaiting for the need to arise would be a poor
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444 way to find out!
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445 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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446 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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447
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Among the legions of the many spy organizations, there are
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448 always dissenters. They are silent, and usually smartly
|
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449 good at the things they do. They use their own methods
|
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450 against there superiors.
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451 Being dissenters, they are disorganized. Few in number
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452 and in conmvition. They work though.
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453
|
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Kosta is an example, but he works from far away. He bothers
|
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454 to lie about it. He does not work well.
|
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455
|
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As our distorted play begins, our agents arer sitting.
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456 In a wharehouse too far from the well-lit sides of San
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457 Francisco. The crates afford little comfort, and little
|
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458 self-respect.
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459
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"I still have no idea what we are going to do, no one
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460 tells me these things. No one ever does." Sikks whined.
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461 "You never listen to us." Aeght said too pretentiously.
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462 "Our so called leaders are full of pomp, and they try to
|
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463 hold their sculptures too tightly. They consider themselves so
|
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464 special. They think they have soo much talent, that they toy
|
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465 with people like us." Aeght said.
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466 "They toy with us, and they try to sculpt us too. Just like
|
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467 one of their sculptures, and just like their fountaines. Our
|
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468 so called leaders are so called leaders, because they toy so
|
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469 well with us. Ordinary guys like us, siucked into their
|
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470 nurserey and their wive's arms."
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471
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"To them we are nothing. We are not worth a single thing
|
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472 to them, and so they get new ones whenever they can." Aeght
|
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473 was actually excited. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
|
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474
|
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475 "Actual emotion, from Aeght," Thought Sikks, who had always
|
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476 thought that Aeght simply played life like a game, a game of
|
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477 infinate rules, that had always changed. Especially when it
|
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478 was least favorable at the time, and at the moment."
|
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479
|
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Sikks let Aeght speak, and watched Swven and Toeh listen too
|
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480 for the same reasons. Aeght was not in it for power. So, he
|
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481 did have feelings after all.
|
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482
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They all sat and listened to the plan about to unfold in
|
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483 front of their very eyes. A plan, an operation, called THEFT.
|
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484 To take away one of the prize sculptures, the newest one.
|
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485 Farley, and the tools of the THEFT, were a car, and a voice.
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486
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487 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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488 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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489 -+- It was an interesting early morning; so many things were ready -+-
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490 -+-happen, and so little actually would. As I walked through the empty-+-
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491 -+-corridors of Eliot Hall very little was being said, very litlle of -+-
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492 Sorry, Entropy. I'm really getting too much noise to tell the story now.
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493 I'll guess I'll have to tell you in a letter on the OTHER system...
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494 A pity; I had it all thoygxt oyt...
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495 -+- -JUGGLER- M -+-
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496
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497
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498 HERE ME GODS! I know what you are and what you want from us. Listen
|
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499 well fools, for I will no longer tolerate the rape of my species in
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500 a game you play amongst yourselves. Look somewhere else for power.
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501 It is here, but, if you try to controle it, you shall be burnt.
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502
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503 From the "RAVINGS OF ORION"
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504 19-04-85
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505
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506
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507 %&*@#_%*_)^*#)_$^*#$)_^*#_$)*^_#)$*^!#)_$^*#$)_^*#$)_*^#)_!*^_)#!*^_#)^*
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508 Kosta, voyeur, Ian, Farley, et all : hope you stick around at PC&S. Piper:
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509 I have the papers in question.
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510 Mike:How goes version 3.0?
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511 Gotta run... Dead bodies to photograph (er...could you tilt your head a little
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512 more towards the light? No...ok.)
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513 %*#@_%*#@_)%*@)_%*!)_%*)_!*%! L'homme sans Parity *%_@#)*%_)@*%@)_%*@)_#%*
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514
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515 *******************************************************************::
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516 PROGRAMER (/S/S/) :
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517 Given your description of the problem, I'd say that either you never got
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518 to enter mode (what you were seeing was peices of command responses from BWMS.
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519 ) or possibly somehow you got knocked out of enter mode. This can happen if
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520 BW receives a control C (due to line noise or otherwise) 'OR' it receives
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521 a break signal again possibly caused by line noise or something else.
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522 By the way, yes it does go back to the top of the disk when you use the MA
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523 command so that it can update the information. It also goes there when you
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524 exit enter mode (with ^C or break) again to update the information.
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525 L'HOMME: a nasty little bug showed up which I am attempting to fix. Soon...
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526 ******************************** CISTOP MIKEY ********************************:
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527 *************************************************************************
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528 After having recovered from my last trip into DESIRE, I was ready for a
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529 new experience. I had no hesitation about what would be my next choice.
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530 I walked to the dispensing machine and took my handy escape, placing it
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531 in my pocket, I ran not walked to the door labeled ADVENTURE. As I aproached
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532 the door I heard the sound of hoof beats on a barren land. A light touch on
|
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533 the door and it burst open, standing there in front of men was a warm weather
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534 beaten face, that seemed to say "comeone partner, times a wasting". Looking
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535 at the smile, I was hooked. I stepped thru the door to find myself that I will
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536 descibe for the lack of better words, dusty, very dusty. My partner helped me
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537 about my mount. Having never ridden a horse before, I wasn't really sure about
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538 what to do, lucky for me the horse did. Partner took off in a jump and my horse
|
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539 raced after, leaving me to hang on for dear life. #oh my#
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540 *************************************************kathyd***********************
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541 ****************************************************************************
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542
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543
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544 <*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>
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545
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546 KITE RIDING
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547
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548 Throughout the night...
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549 someone...
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550 So warm and right...
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551 you are...
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552 Holding me tight...
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553 sharing, soaring...
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554 To a wondrous height...
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555 so sure of our love...
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556 In this king-size kite...
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557 too soon - dawn...
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558 And the advent of light.
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559
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560
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563 Juliet;
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564 Very good. <snicker>
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565 Dr. Frankenstupe
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567 kathyd; Reading your stuff is better than the Young and Restless
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568 Dr. F
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573 Nite Riding
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575 Throughout the night...
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576 Someone...
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577 With handcuffs bright...
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578 You are...
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579 Holding me tight...
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580 Moaning, groaning...
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581 To a wondrous height...
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582 So sure of the lock...
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583 In my best-friend's bed...
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584 Someone comes...
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585 Too soon-damn...
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586 And the advent of guilt...
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588 <*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>Romeo<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>
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589 Wheee!!
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590 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (concerned and upset)
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591 I find it verydistressing to find that the infrimgement of another person's
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592 character need take place in such an environment as this. Why is it that others
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593 feel the need to cammit acts of defamation? And why is it always a constant
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594 attack against one person? Why can't you just leave her alone? Enjoy the
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595 humor that the original "kathyd" provides, and leave it at that; don't go
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596 around putting words in her mouth for she has a mind of her own and uses it.
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597 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian of kathyd 111:02
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598 ******************************************************************
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599 since it's 5:20 am and drive a is full , it's safe to assume that
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600 only a handfull will see this entry.
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601 Steve: I wish we could have gotten the chance to talk, id like to
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602 get your idea's on what would be a good writing class for
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603 me to take.
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604 voyair: i know that is not the correct spelling, but since you
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605 get copies of the arcives, you will see and understand.
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606 How should i deal with folks continuing my stories? I
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607 want to just put on a smile and grin and bear it. But
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608 others end up making a bigger deal out of it than I would
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609 like to see.
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610 On a little differant note: can you think of a place where
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611 bw people can get toghther for at least a quarterly meeting
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612 since pc&s is closing it's doors. for me at least, seeing
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613 the others twice a month is a bit demanding.
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614 Mikey: Just a note to tell you how much i enjoy using this system,
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615 I keep comming back for more. (grin-can you tell that im trying
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616 to close out the disk?)
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617 well, ive run out of dribble, and i didn't quite fill the disk.
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618 maybe sometime we will meet. yours truely,
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619 *******************************************kathyd************************
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