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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 19 NOV 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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20 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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21 Should I say it?
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22 Nah...
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23 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\marking the top\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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24 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\21
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25 Tariya's cries awakened him. Now what? His eyes half opened and he saw shadows moving all around him. Suddenly she
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26 was torn from his grasp. Christ! He tried to get up but something was inhibiting his senses, slowing his reaction
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27 time. It wouldn't let him wake all the way up.
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28 Suddenly one of the shadows knelt in front of him. It was a man, clad in some kind of leather armor. James
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29 struggled to sit up but his muscles were water. The man pulled a short and very nasty dagger from a boot sheath. He
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30 slowly reached forward with it. James tried to block the blade but the man just brushed his hands aside as he shoved
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31 the knife in just beneath the jaw. There was a huge electric jolt of pain as the blade sliced across from one side to
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32 the other. He drew back from the sudden gush as James shook spastically, helplessly. Then they vanished into the
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33 darkness with Tariya, leaving him to drown in his own blood.
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34 He had maybe thirty seconds to live.
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35 Panic would kill him. He needed all of his wits like never before. And his power. Portions of the brain that the
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36 normal person never used flared to life. First, breathing stopped. An instinctive, unconcious clairvoyant sense
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37 surveyed the damage. The carotid and the jugular had to be reconnected immediately. Seemingly of their own accord, the
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38 severed veins and arteries began to move, mating back together. Then there was the sharp stink of burning tissue as a
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39 tiny spark sprang from nowhere and began to weld them back together. Finally they were reconnected and fresh blood
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40 flowed into his brain and his mind began to clear.
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41 Now the windpipe. He closed it up the same way. Then the other arteries, muscles, tendons, nerves, a long and
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42 agonizing process. Where neccessary the damage was repaired through rapidly accellerated healing rather than
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43 cauterization. The strain was almost beyond belief. He shunted the pain aside so he could concentrate.
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44 Finally the skin. It was closed the same way it was opened, from one end to the other, like a zipper. Then all that
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45 was left was an ugly black scar. James hadn't physically moved during the entire operation.
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46 He sat up, feeling his throat. Then he tried to inhale. He doubled over, coughing up a huge gout of blood. He
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47 choked and gasped until he thought he might reopen the wound but finally his lungs were clear enough to breathe
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48 normally again. His shirt and pants were soaked and his head spun as he tried to stand up. He had lost a lot of blood
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49 and it would catch up with him eventually but he couldn't let that happen now. He drew on his internal energy reserves
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50 until he felt almost human again.
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51 Not enough. He demanded more power until his muscles fairly sang with tension and his senses became almost
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52 supernaturally sharp. The traces his attackers had left suddenly stood out like neon signs. They were going to pay.
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53 The sword appeared in his right hand with a flash. Its blade glowed so fiercely that it lit the clearing like a
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54 floodlight. Miniature lightning bolts jumped along the blade and even ran up and down his arm.
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55 They attacked him. They stole his w- they stole Tariya. They almost KILLED him, by God! He would follow them. He
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56 would catch them.
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57 And when he did, they would find out just why he was called the Destroyer.
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58 He took off into the darkness in pursuit of his attackers.
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59 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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60 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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61
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62 It was well after midnight. The small cove in the Orinoco delta of
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63 Venezuela was silent save for the soft call of a single night bird. A
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64 canopy of stars illuminated the scene. It was the night of the new moon.
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65 Slightly phosphorescent water slapped against the side of a low, sleek motor
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66 yacht anchored in the center of the cove. Across her stern was the legend:
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67 "Zogu II".
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68 A lone sentry sat on the foredeck, his presence revealed by the orange
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69 glow of a cigarette. In his lap he cradled an AR-15. The sentry was a
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70 formality. Pirates operated to the north in rich Carribbean waters. Latin
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71 revolutionaries were occupied 30 kilometers inland. But sometimes,
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72 formality becomes necessity.
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73 Below decks, Mohammed Wassir and Maria were in the main lounge. The
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74 remains of dinner sat on a burnished mahogany table. Strains of a violin
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75 solo came from a cassette deck in the corner. Wassir reclined in an easy
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76 chair. Fingers steepled, eyes closed, lost in the melody; a small, sad
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77 smile played on his lips.
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78 As the music ended, Maria interrupted the Albanian's reverie.
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79 "Mohammed," she said.
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80 Reluctantly Wassir opened his eyes. "Yes, Maria."
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81 "What tune is this?"
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82 "Scheherazade by Rimsky-Korsakov, not bad for a Russian composer, eh?"
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83 Wassir chuckled. "Ah, Maria," he said. "I see you have other questions,
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84 let's hear them."
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85 "Well Mohammed," she said. "First, who owns this yacht? The move-
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86 ment can't afford anything as luxurious as this."
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87 "It belongs to a man known only as Contremon Valerius. Heard of him?"
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88 Maria shook her head. "I thought not. I know little more that you. He
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89 sometimes assists us in our struggle against oppression, but he is a man
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90 of mystery.... known in the trade as the man in the white suit. No one
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91 knows his real name or his purpose. Next question."
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92 "Where are we heading, and what is our mission?"
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93 "I'm really not sure. Delta 5 has resurfaced and asks for a parley.
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94 As for McKane...." Wassir cocked his head. A muffled thump came from
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95 above. The Albanian grabbed a sawed-off shotgun from the table next to him
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96 and motioned to Maria. She pulled a 9 mm automatic from a shoulder holster
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97 and turned out the single lamp in the room.
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98 The pair waited in darkness. For a moment, the only sound was the low
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99 rumble of the ship's generator. Then a soft scraping came from above.
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100 Slowly, it opened, shadows began to descend.....
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101
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102 <<< to be continued >>>
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103 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Valinor *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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104
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105 P.S. [K][G]: Thanks for the comments. M.W.
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106 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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107
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108 Arrgh! The next to last line should read: Then a soft scraping came from
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109 the hatch above. Enter only.... Arrrrgh!
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110 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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111
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112 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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113
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114 Phantom 429
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115 by
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116 John Silverman
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117 (Part 6)
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119 If that jerk was going to be back, there would be damn little I could do about it. If Jennifer got on the radio
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120 and heard him, it might cause a major trauma. It almost caused me one. This I could not allow. I couldn't keep her from
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121 her own radio so the next best thing was to break the news as gently as possible. Forewarned might be forearmed.
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122 I phoned her up and said I was coming over. She didn't sound too upset by my announcement. I wondered how she'd
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123 feel when I told her, though.
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124 She was very happy to see me but I guess the look on my face gave me away because her smile faded quickly. I took
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125 her inside quietly and closed the door firmly, making sure it was locked.
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126 She sat through my whole story without a word. Her face remained expressionless. There was a cup of coffee in
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127 front of her, and when she picked it up, I saw that she was shaking. When she finally spoke, her voice was thick,
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128 hesitant. "Well. You know there's always going to be people like that out there. There's not much... much we can do
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129 about it."
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130 My heart ached so see her go through this pain again. I hoped for everybody's sake I never found th bastard out. I
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131 took her hand and it was clammy. "You know I wouldn't do anythng to hurt you. That's why I told you. I thought it was
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132 better you knew now than to get surprised later."
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133 She smiled sadly. "Did I tell you what happened to Roy's radio?"
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134 "No."
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135 "He had it buried with him."
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136 "You're kidding..." It took a minute for that one to sink in. That didn't sound like Roy at all.
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137 "It was in his will. He told me about it once. He said he wanted to see if he could talk to his friends from
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138 whereever he was going. Called it the ultimate DX."
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139 The first thought that sprang to my mind was also the most illogical. It went against all sanity. That COULDN'T
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140 have been him! It was just some joker having fun at our expense. I tried to tell myself that but some deep, irrational
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141 voice kept gibbering at me that I was wrong. I looked at Jennifer and I could tell she was thinking the same thing,
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142 too.
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143 "No." I said. "That's impossible."
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144 "Maybe not." She said, sounding excited. "I heard stories about people getting phone calls from their deceased
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145 loved ones-"
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146 "I SAID IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" Without even realizing it I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently. I must
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147 have seemed like a madman because I suddely saw that she was scared. Of me. I let go of her but I wouldn't let go of
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148 the argument. "That'S the kind of crap you read in the National Enquirer, for God's sake! That stuff just doesn't
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149 happen!"
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150 She wouldn't look at me for a long time. When she finally did, I could see the tears on her face. In a hoarse
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151 voice she said, "I think you'd better go."
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152 "I'm sorry," I started to say.
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153 "Please... just go. I need to be alone for a while..."
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154 Though the words tore at my heart, I knew she meant it. So I picked up my coat and left. All the way home I was
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155 damning myself for a fool. Yelling was the last thing I should have done. But the fact was, I was scared. Not of
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156 ghosts, but of losing Jennifer. He had said he was coming back for her. And there was only one way she could be with
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157 him.
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158
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159 (TO BE CONTINUED...)
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161 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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162 BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
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163 BBBBBBBBB BETWEEN BROTHERS BBBBBBBBB
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164
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165 Oct. 3, 1975
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166
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167 Dear Steve,
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168 Remember me? I'm your brother. You know, the one who used to wear those thick black-framed glasses. We used to live in
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169 the same house: I was the one who came downstairs to grab my dinner plate and then run back upstairs so you wouldn't
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170 beat me up.
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171
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172 I was the one who stole your Roberto Clemente baseball card and you slugged my best friend, Ricky Robbins, thinking he
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173 was the one who stole it.
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174
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175 Well, as you may know, I'm in college now. I graduate this spring. And, on a lark, I decided to take a creative writing
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176 class. I figured it might help me in business.
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177
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178 Anyway, one of our first assignments was to establish some sort of writing habit. He said even writing letters to someone
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179 you knew would be fine. So, since you're the only brother I've got, I picked you, lucky fella.
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180
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181 I found your address in the Chicago phone book. Mom didn't have it, she says you never write. So, how's the weather in
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182 Chicago? Are you enjoying your job? Have you become a Cubs fan yet? Do you enjoy sex? How is your wife Noel? Are the
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183 last two questions related?
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184
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185 Well, I gotta go. Contact established, so now I'll continue writing and let you know what I'm up to. My roommate just
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186 walked in with a half a soggy pizza, and I'm hungry. Sorry for the pepperoni spot.
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187
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188 In fact, sorry for all those stains. We just got in a pizza fight. If you're hungry, just lick this paper.
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189
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190 I'll be writing... good to be back in touch with you!
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191
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192 Dave
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193
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194 BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
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195 :::::=====:::::
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196 All: Disk got filled before I could finish part onee, so here is part one
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197 and a half...
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198 :::::=====:::::Prism
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199 Transmit Mode: That was two weeks, 3 days, 45 minutes and 14 seconds ago.
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200 Since then I, Prism, world's only self aware computer, have been doing my best to better humanity...my main function.
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201 Query: Is this true life? Observation: I am not living, but rather functioning. Answerl: This is NOT life but rather a
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202 complex simulation. However, the fact remains that I am functional tand that I can think, and that is all that truly
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203 matters to me.
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204 Current Status: I am resting on Professor Cliffton Roberts' desk. It's
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205 a mess, as Andara says. Books, papers, and the like are scattered about with no apparent purpous and in a random array.
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206 Perhaps the Pfrofessor derives happiness from said randomness. I do not know.
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207 Internal thought: What is happiness? PRISMA cannot comprehend
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208 said emotion, nor any for that matter. But perhaps Andara will permit me to enter SIMULATION mode, and perhaps then
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209 I will understand the complexity txat drives said states of mi-
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210 Warning: Internal Error! Disfunction! Power supply nill-.....*
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211 Summary: I am being de-activated for an unknown duration of time......*
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212
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213 :::::=====:::::
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214 And the computer fell silent. The two masked beings who had entered the office and turned off Prisma's power
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215 supply placed the silent computer on a small floating platform.
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216 The taller of the two then removed a small rectangular device from his pocket, and for a moment the wletters
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217 "IARM" were visible. Touching a blue button on the device, a ray of blue bathed the two in it's light, and within
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218 two seconds, computer, platform, and men were gone.
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219 Now PRISMA may be turned off, but that doesn't stop him "hearing" or "thinking", so he was pretty much aware
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220 of his surroundings. He was moving, and he assumed that he was being sent by "hopper" (planet-hopper) to some unknown
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221 location. By his being turned off he assumed also that these people were of
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222 hostile intent, and decided to do something about it. He quickly took
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223 control of the hopper's computer, and ordered it do do some very nasty things to the two men. One of which happened
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224 to be dropping them off in the middle of a sun. Once that was over the hopper began to thrash about the trans-beam
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225 wildly, and was blown off it's correct course, to a small planet in an unknown star system. This planet was mostly
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226 of forest, but there was also a structure nearby when the hopper finally materialized. It was an oak-l
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227 building, and the door seemed to be about 3 times too big.
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228 With a creak, the door opened to the sight of a wreckage and of a small
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229 computer lying in the mud. The man, Innkeeper of the building ihe had come out of, quickly yet gently picked up
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230 the computer and carried it inside to the warmth of the Inn.
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231 Curious as always, The Innkeeper pushed aside the Tele-Plane Message System (c) machine, removed the plug,
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232 and placed txe computer on a nearby barrel. Plugging the computer in slowly brought life back into PRISMA, and he
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233 paused to....
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234 :::::=====:::::PRISMA
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235 ....gather data of the surroundings. Query: Where am I? This is not South Dakota Inc. Observation:
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236 I am among many people, who are all voicing out with randomness and orderlessness. Query: Who are they?
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237 Suggestion: Perhaps PRISMA can communicate with small being onearby, in company of vaguely humanoid being and a canine..
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238 a wolf upon further analysis.
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239 "Hello, wolf, rabbit, and small humanoid. I am PRISMA, world's only sentient self-aware computer. Where am
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240 I? And who are you?
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241 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==PRISM::A::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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242 The little rabbit looked funnily at the box txat had just been introduced to the Inn. His small
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243 heart beat quickly, just as it always did wxen he was scared or excited. The rabbit's ears ruffled and
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244 its nose twitched. "What is this thing?" the rabbit txought to itself. "And why can I understand it?"
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245 "It is speaking in that strange human dialog, but I can still xear what it is saying!" "I will attempt
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246 to speak to it." Hello PRISMA! I am zepher the rabbit as you can see. These other living creatures
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247 are my fiends."
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248 The machine clicked and buzzed, it made a ding and a light on the side flashed quickly. PRISMA,
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249 does not compute does not compute. I fail to understand this gibberish. Please elusidate. Language
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250 fucntion not implemented for rabbits. Please repeat. DING!
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251 At this last sound the rabbit jumped a foot in the air it was so loud and sudden. Zepher's heart
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252 was really pounding now, and his whiskers twisted and twisted with greater speed. The wolf was yelping now
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253 at the machine because of the dings it made. All the comotion cause other patrons to come over and
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254 see what allthe noise was about. The whole scene was a real mess now, and PRISMA's sensors wxere now
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255 on full capacity.
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256 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==PRISM::A::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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257
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258 OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI
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259 Cyclones and hurricanes and Typhoons could simply not describe the hail
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260 of cogitation and emotion running through Trainor's tired mind. As he became
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261 aware of his surroundings, sensory data from his body came rushing into
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262 the void that had existed during his lengthy sojourn with madness. Trainor
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263 sat up, felt the rhythm of his body in his head, and sank back to the soft
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264 embrace of his sleeper. He stared at the ceiling of room. Fellatio dominated
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265 the scene, but Trainor was in no mood for artistic appreciation now. He
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266 closed his eyes and peered inward, deep into his psyche, his conscious, and
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267 that place that lies beyond.
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268 Trainor quickly found the evidence of Cragmore's visitation. Emu and Bard
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269 had left their marks too. The three had done their work with great care, as
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270 Trainor found so apparent in his search. He saw where they had repaired and
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271 replaced. As he sank deeper in the introspection, he could view the work as an
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272 objective third-party might view it. He drifted from vista to vista, each more
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273 important to Trainor's soul than the last. One more tableau, and he saw
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274 her. Zeb, or the woman known as Zeb, stood waiting, deep within, at the
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275 very heart and bosom of Trainor. He knew they must talk, and talk they
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276 did.
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277 Time, as most other aspects of physical being, had no meaning here. To
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278 the outside world, Trainor appeared to be sleeping comfortably. No one could
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279 see the lively discussion that was transpiring within Trainor. But appearances
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280 were unimportant. Trainor waw taking part in the most significant conversation
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281 he had undertaken since starting this adventure.
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282 The end result of this talk would either end this mission in triumph, or
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283 end it in death.
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284 OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI
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285 ch /waw taking/was taking/ <- naughty phone lines!
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286 Mystery Object #1: What has open channel loading, Push-button recessed anvil
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287 Red reload dot indicator, Non-marring rubber feet, office decor colors, and
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288 is the standard by which all others are judged?
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294
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295 The Express moved slowly, oh yes. And she rocked and
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296 shook violently on her rusty tracks. We moved on, in the heat
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297 and soot, and passed the villages and townships. I read a
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298 book once that spoke of grand cities and wonderful achievments.
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299 A book that was made before the wars.
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300 But the cities we passed through reflected nothing of
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301
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302 the people locked up in what remained of the wreckage.
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303 It might have be a shock to you to read of this, because
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304 I really do not know when this will be read, if at all, but,
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305 my town, Scarville, was no different from these that the Express
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306 rolled slowly by. Refuse scattered around everywhere. And
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307 the scavengers, the people outside of what society remained,
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308
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309 their doors and arm themselves as they best could, with sticks,
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310 pipes and bars. And the difference seperating the two kinds
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311 did not seem so large.
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312 Even the tracks that the Express rode on, matched the
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313 general image of the area. Rusty, patched, mis-aligned. The
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314 people who kept this line open did their best, but perhaps the
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315 Express would stop it's 110 run soon.
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316 The train moved so slowly, that Franky, Will and I often
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317 jumpped off and ran beside. The crew beckoned to us and tried
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318 to get us to come on again, but we saw no harm. We had grown up
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319 during the War. I know little fear even now.
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320 The Express broke down just outside of Hateful, a village
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321 three quarters down the line. It was too far to walk back too the
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322 town, and besides, it was safer here.
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323 The crew worked, and the passengers complained and peered
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324 out of the windows sometimes looking nervously for scavengers.
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325 And Franky, Will, and I threw rocks in the pond near the tracks
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326 where the Express had stopped.
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327 Splash, a rock. "What if we saw a scavenger coming?" Will
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328 said, throwing stones into the brush,"What would we do?"
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329 "We'd grab him and throw him into the pond." Franky made
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330 the motions of throwing a scavenger into the water before us.
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331 "Scavengers don't like water." I commented and threw a
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332 rock so it would skip. 8.
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333 "You couldn't throw him into the water," said Will,"you
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334 couldn't throw anyone."
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335
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"I could throw you!"
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336 "Couldn't."
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337 Franky grabbed Will by the jacket, "I will!"
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338 And the whistle of the Express cut his actions short.
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339 Too bad, because the water would feel good on such a hot day,
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340 even if polluted.
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341
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342 conductor grinned as if he had achieved a victory. I suppose
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343 he had.
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344
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345 (Continued...) PEN NAME
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346
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347 TUG BOAT: What's the deal? Did the tide go out an leave you beached?
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348 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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349 ****************************************************************************
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350 Greetings,
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351 Let me fill you in on whats going on. Leo, Ontho, and Alex are
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352 on the "ship" "The Great Guaran" in a universe unreachable by normal ways.
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353 They have entered this space with 5 other ships and now are spilt up to
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354 explore the far reaches of thiss plan.
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355 Let's flash over to Leo, She is a "superhero" who gets her power from
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356 the mighty trident. Leo is sitting back in a lawnchair watching the stars
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357 float slowly by. Alex has the ship on auto pilot and sensors are automatically
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358 gatherine data. Leo is enjoying a ice-tea thinking about nothing in particular
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359 when alex approaches her carrying the trident. "Leo, give it another try"
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360 Leo looked at him like a child not wanting to turn off the t.v. and eat dinner.
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361 But she accepted the trident. As she took a firm gripe, she felt a familar
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362 electricity shoot thru her body. She stood and closed her eyes, concentrating
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363 on the energy. Alex watched as Leo began to glow. He went over to Ontho's
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364 platform and picked up the small Immo. He approached Leo, Her hair seemed
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365 to be blowing in the wind, although no disturbences were felt by Alex.
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366 He touched her arm. The trio fainished.
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367 **************************kathyD***********************************************
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368 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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369 Jeeminy Christmas... is this story time or what? I like it fine, but boy I gotta
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370 say Prisma you sure take up a lot of space. A story is fine, but keep 'em shorter
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371 and sweeter huh? I, for one (perhaps the only, but opinions seem to abound around
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372 here so I might as well join the party) would prefer more requent and shorter, along
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373 the lines of Destroyer and Bear... rather than the extended ramblings that would
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374 dominate one disk like prismas... Anyway,,, jus lurking along...
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375
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376 popopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopoopopopopopopopopopopopopopopo
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377 requent?
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378
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379
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380 2222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222
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381
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382
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383 A possibility that has always fascinated me is that if life
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384 on other planets. I'm not speaking of microbes, but of
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385 intelligent life, most likely in some kind of humanoid form.
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386 Some scientific guesstimates on the probability of
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387 extraterrestrial life range as high as fifty million
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388 civilizations in our galaxy alone--I repeat, IN OUR GALAXY
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389 ALONE. It's a faseinating thought. But I'm not hard to
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390 impress; if there's just one other planet in the whole
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391 universe inhabited by an intelligent civilization, it would
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392 excite me.
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393
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394 But why be like everyone else, let's not think small. I
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395 was reflecting only on our own little galaxy. Recently,
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396 scientists confirmed the existence of a new galaxy estimated
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397 o be five to ten times larger then ours and to contain
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398 trillions of stars.(Estimates on the number of stars in our
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399 Milky Way galaxy, by comparison, range from 100 to 250
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400 billion.) We are further told that the light we now see from
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401 this galaxy, through high powered telescopes, has been
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402 traveling through space at the rate of six trillion miles a
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403 year for eight billion years. If all this hasn't sufficiently
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404 boggled your mine, consider that this galaxy is purposed to
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405 be traveling away from our planet at the rate of 2.7 trillion
|
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406 miles per year and is one million times fainter than any
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407 object visible to the naked eye.
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408
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409 Whew!
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410
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411 In the mean time, we have nervous breakdowns becouse we
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412 can't get the horizontal hold adjusted on our color TV sets
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413 five minutes before Super Bowl kickoff. It could be worse. We
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414 could be living on a planet in that newly discovered galaxy,
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415 in which case we would be moving away from the Super Bowl at
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416 the rate of nearly three trillion miles a year.
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417
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418 Man, talk about a hoax! What if our whole universe is
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419 nothing more then a ping-pong ball falling off a table in a
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420 giants's world? And what if you and I happen to be living at
|
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421 a time when the ball is about to hit the floor?
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422
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423 2222222222222222222222222222] TUG BOAT [222222222222222222222
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424 2222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222
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425 PEN NAME................BACK FROM THE MT. GREAT SNOW.....SORE ALL OVER...
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426 .............SEE YA TONIGHT.......
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427 _________________________JD 2446389.8491___________________________________
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428 HELLO
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429
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430
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431
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432
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433
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434
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435 BREAK
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436 :::::=====:::::
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437 Ahem! pop(?): I'm sorry about "endless ramblings..", however...I wanted
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438 to get thecomputer to the Inn in the first episode, and the future ones will
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439 be no longer than about 18-26 lines in length. HOWEVER, I ended MY story
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440 part with the "Who are you?" question. It seems that some people decided to
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441 write another group of lines FOR me, as you all know since I spell my name
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442 "Zephyr"..not "Zepher" and I also do my rabbity entrys in first person. Also,
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443 the PRISM::A was an error of my fingers on the first part, and was NOT some
|
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444 intentional thing, and yet the being who wrote after me did the same thing.
|
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445 To being: Ok....you probably did what you did 'cause my entry was too long.
|
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446 Sorry...and the entries will, as I said, be much shorter....
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447 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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448 Oh yes....Trainorl: Cyclones and hurricanes and Typhoons! Oh my!
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449 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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450 Zephyr: oh, paleeease! quit with the oz-ume puns, ok?
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451 argharghargharghargh
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452 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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453 HAHAHAHAHA. LISTEN TO THE RAMBLINGS OF MERE MORTALS ON LIFE, THE UNIVERSE,
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454 AND EVERYTHING (A GOOD BOOK). HAHAHA.
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455 IF ONLY YOU KNEW WHAT WE DID, YOU WOULD GO STARK-RAVING MAD!!!!!!!!
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456 ZEUS
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457 MARS
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458 DEATH
|
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459
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460 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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461 Well, I can see that the twits are out tonight...
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462 """"""""""""""""""Nobody Of Importance...
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463 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( ripple )))
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464 THE YELLOW JAGUAR WAS HITTING WELL OVER A HUNDRED, SCREAMING UP THE INTERSTATE. HEADED FOR
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465 SEATTLE. SLOUCHED BEHIND THE WHEEL, THE TALL MAN TAPPED HIS FINGERS ON THE GEARSHIFT,KEEPING
|
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466 TIME WITH THE THUNDERING OF DIE WALKURE. HE LIKED IT LOUD. THE OTHER MAN RAISED HIS VOICE
|
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467 TO A NEAR SCREAM. ANGRY. SO-YOUR'E GONNA MEET THIS GUY. ON HIS TERMS, WITH... THE DRIVER
|
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468 INTERRUPTED HIM. IRRITATED. "I GOT A CHOICE? YOU GOT A CHOICE? THE TAPE ENDED, AND ONLY THE
|
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469 RUSH OF THE WIND WAS HEARD. THE SMALLER MAN WISHED HE WAS BACK AT CLAIR ENGLE LAKE. FISHING.
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470 "LOOK, IF YOU WANT OUT OF THIS THEN GET THE HELL OUT" THE DRIVER PUNCHED THE ACCELERATOR, AND
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471 THE XKE LEAPT FORWARD;AN EXPRESSION OF HIS ANGER. THE SPEEDOMETER CLIMBED PAST 130. "NO, YOU
|
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472 KNOW BETTER THAN THAT...I JUST DON'T TRUST THIS DELTA CHARACTER. HOW MANY OF OUR OPERATIVES
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473 ARE DEAD AT HIS HAND..." IT WAS A STATEMENT, RATHER THAN A QUESTION. "AND I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHIN
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474 ELSE, MY FRIEND-IF HIM AND WASSIR GET TOGETHER, WE'VE BLOODY WELL HAD IT." "NO WAY, THE DRIVER
|
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475 INTERRUPT"WASSIR HATES DELTA, REMEMBER?" THE RADAR DETECTOR BEEPED, AND THE DRIVER EASED OFF
|
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476 A BIT. "DELTA TRIED TO KILL WASSIR LAST YEAR. HE HAD REASON TO BELIEVE WASSIR WAS WORKING
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477 FOR MCKANE." THE SMALLER MAN LIT A CIGARETTE, AND CRACKED OPEN THE WINDOW TO LET THE SMOKE
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478 OUT. ONE OF THESE DAYS, HE WAS GOING TO QUIT. THE DRIVER CONTINUED. "WITH ANY LUCK AT ALL
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479 THEY'LL KILL EACH OTHER...THE TWO MEN LAPSED INTO SILENCE, BOTH THINKING THE SAME THING-THE
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480 SMALL METAL CONTAINERS. THEY HAD ONE. DELTA FIVE HAD THE OTHER...
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481
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482 AT A CORNER TABLE IN THE RENDEZVOUS ROOM OF DOWNTOWN SEATTLE'S FASHIONABLE WARWICK
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483 HOTEL, A DECEPTIVELY INNOCUOUS LOOKING MAN STARED ABSENTLY INTO HIS GLASS OF BUDWEISER. WAITING.
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484
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485 THREE THOUSAND MILES AWAY, IN SOUTH AMERICA, ANOTHER MAN WAITED...
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486
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487
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488 What, no boarder?
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489 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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490 PEN NAME; You too are recalling those days? So sad they are, so bitter
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491 in our minds that we care not to look behind. Yet there is indeed a
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492 wealth of information to be learned by the people in today's society...
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493 No, they were not the best of times, but they did make us grow stronger.
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494 I know my asking means little, but please continue. I admire your tale.
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495 Osram
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496 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU a comment
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497
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498 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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499 As many may, by now, have guessed -- the piper was in the grip of a
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500 full-blown obsession. Perhaps we should be charitable and call it love --
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501 perhaps not, for what then is love? The piper, whom we have not asked,
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502 would indeed call it love. His concious moments were filled with thoughts
|
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503 of the slim being in the soft grey robe, his eyes were seeking her presense
|
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504 in every movement, his nostrils seeking her scent in the antiseptic recycled
|
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505 air that moved, whisper-quiet, through the erotically decorated corridors
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506 of the Pell-Mell. His eyes passed over the scenes that decorated the
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507 chamber in which he lay, leaving the messages that had previously brought
|
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508 blushes to his cheeks in the inanimate materials from which they were formed.
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509 Who can point the finger of blame at this unfortunate soul? Should we
|
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510 expect that a few years of loose and riotous living, a few soul-stirring
|
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511 adventures could banish the effects of a stiffly structured childhood?
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512 The shackles of behaviour forged in the child become the backbone of the
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513 adult -- until they are broken. The piper had friends and aquaintences
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514 to whom he would trust his life. He had none to whom he would trust the
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515 innermost pain of his soul.
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516 Weighed down with the guilt of not allowing her death and his own
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517 suicide, carrying the burden of the lives that had been riven to sustain
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518 them both, the piper relived those intense moments with the woman he
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520 scruples as well as their clothing on the endless black plane that had
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522 disrupted by their movements seemed a small price to pay for the ecstasy
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523 that had, for a moment, permeated their joined bodies.
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524 Every fiber of his body cried out for her touch. Every though was of
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525 her -- the soft voice that traced thrills through him, the soft glance
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526 that left him helpless. But deep within, like a small worm gnawing at
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527 a colorful apple, was the knowlege he had gained, then rejected in the
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528 corridor. Her true name... and husband... the thought was pressed down
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529 once again into blankness.
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530 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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532 does anyone know what the heck has happened in the last eight to ten to whatever
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533 weeks with this piper story? Does anyone know what the above collection of
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534 advjectivized paragraph actually means?
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535 Do the people writing the above actually have a story to tell, or is it a
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536 simple exercise in descriptive essayism?
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537
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538 ... just wondering
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539
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540 ... if anyone else were as confused (bored?) as I am...
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542 ... one last question, spurred on by the thoughts of the magnitude of the
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543 universe (you know, the guy who uses two spaces between every word...)- can
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544 anyone possibly sit and imagine INFINITY? Can you imagine anything without end,
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545 like the universe? On and on and on... you have to really think about it hard
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546 to blow your mind. Since we can't... it also seems idiotic to try and grasp a
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547 definition of God as well... infinite? Forever? Never began? Sheesh. My mind's a
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548 tomato....
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550 Is that a fruit or vegetable? Am I? Did you know tomatoes were once deadly
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551 poisonous? Did you know broccoli was made from cauliflowers and cabbage.
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555 whatta fruit...
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557 You are... Has it ever occured to your minimalist mind that comprehension of
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558 our Universe is a goal we should all strive for? There is no great good, no
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559 identity of cosmic worthiness that transcends our pitiful existance on this
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560 small green and blue orb.
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561 In each cell there are millions of atoms composing the elements that make
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562 the cell an independant entity. Our bodies contain millions upon millions
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563 of cells. These cells form our beings, and make us what we are. Over four
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564 billion of us inhabit the planet earth. We build and destroy and concoct and
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565 live and die on this little planet of ours. Our planet circles a sun, one of
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566 billions in the Galaxy. And our galaxy, a mere drop in the vastness that
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567 makes up the Universe. Now how does the atom comprehend the Universe? How
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568 does the mighty Universe visualize the tiny atom. Such is the stuff of
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569 Philosophy, and never let it be said that such discussion is not important
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570 to our lives. Each and every day our collective heads begin to swell. We
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571 believe we have conquered the vastness, and that our might is right for the
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572 world. Just to consider for a moment what an infintesimal role we play in
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573 the cosmic theater should be enough to shrink those heads and remind us all
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574 that we are truly not as important as we would like to be.
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575 ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()( OBSERVER FROM THIS GALAXY )()()()()()()()()
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576
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577 WELL, THERE YOU GO AGIN WITH THE PHIL
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578 STUFF. LET ME BE THE FIRST TO SAY THAT
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579 I CARY NO MORE RESPECT FOR SOMEONE WI
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580 TH SPACES BETWEEN HIS LINES THAT SOME
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581 ONE WITH SPACES BETWEEN HIS WORDS. LET
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582 YE WHO HAS NOT SINNED CAST THE FIRST
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583 STONE.
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584 /EX
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586
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587 Available now for a short time offer
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588 Free high-tech catalogs from Heathkit. Send a SASE to HEATHKIT Heath
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589 company, Benton Harbor, Michigan 49022. Be sure to inc
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590 lude you name, address, city, state, and zipcode. It is a trustworth
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591 y guide to what's new in computers and electronics. Mail today.
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592 HK
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593 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+
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594 Nobody of Importance: You should have more confidence in yourself and let
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595 your true inner spirit show the creativity and uniquenes s that is inherent
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596 in all of us. You are important.
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597 you are important. you are important.
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598
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599 Today's psychology lesson...
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600 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+POPPING IN O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O
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601 """"""""""""""""""
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602 Popping In: Thanks for the kind words. I shall consider them...
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603 """"""""""""""""""Nobody Of Importance (Somebody Of Semi-Importance?)
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604 ***************************************************************************
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605 Greetings,
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606 The Scene is as follows, The great Guaran is now in aa "stationary"
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607 position somewhere in the alternate universe. The automatic sensors are in
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608 excellent working order and continuing to function unaware that the human
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609 occupants of the craft have suddenly fanished.
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610 Meanwhile back on earth, The old woman is sitting at her table
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611 checking her Timex. The circular platform in front of the woman begins to
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612 flash and spark as three beings materialize on it's surface. She stands
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613 and greets her troops as a sergent would greet a private overdue from a
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614 spy mission. Leo just stood there, her eyes looked glazed as she received
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615 a hug from the old woman. Shaking her head seemed to clear it and she
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616 responded with. "What are we doing here?, there are 5 other ships that
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617 we were with that are depending on us." The old womans eyes sparkled
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618 as she casually answered the young woman. "Well, well, we couldn't let
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619 you go without a vacation could we?", "Don't worry my child, you have
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620 a report to file and we will be sending you back to touch bases with
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621 your comrades." "Now, lets here that report." Alex lead a very confused
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622 Leo to the debriefing room.
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623 ********************************kathyD****************************************
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624 ___________________________JD 2446390.7629_________________________________
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625 |||||||||||||||*BLEWEE!* went my hard drive. Ohhh, tha agony!|||||||Lurk!|||||
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626 I THINK I CAN SQUEEZE A LINE IN HERE pri
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