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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 6 DEC 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 ............. ............. ............. ............. ............. .............
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21 A
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22 Beams of pale yellow light bathe me as I enter the establishment of spirits. Sounds of clinking glass along
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23 with the smell of warm drinks and stale cigarette smoke overwhelm me. Something about the echo of the voices
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24 tells me that I'm in the right place. I amble to the counter that has long been abandoned by customers.
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25 "Hello... Stuart. Are you still serving dinner?"
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26 "You walked up right in time; we stop serving in..." A strange look came over his face. "Is that really
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27 you?" I barely nodded. "My god, it's been..."
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28 "It has been awhile. Let us just say that it has been awhile." My eyes remained lowered, never making long
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29 establishing contact with his. "Have you been here all this time? Looking over the business?"
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30 "Nah, I've been out of slinging the ice cubes for some time. I came back not too long ago just to help out
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31 with the income. Tips and all that fun stuff. Know what I mean?" he asked with a wink and a nod.
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32 "I suppose. Listen Stuart, I'm looking for a friend..."
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33 "Ain't we all? Hey, if you're not looking for anything serious, there's this one dame that..."
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34 "No, that is not what I had in mind. I'm looking for someone inparticular. I'm looking for a Mr. Smirnoff.
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35 Perhaps you remember seing me with him before? I would like to have a few words with him if I may."
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36 Pausing for a moment one could almost see the light come on for Stuart. "Oh, sure! Yea, Mr. Smirnoff. I
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37 think I can get him for you." He draws a clean glass and a bottle from the shelf behind him. "Okay, here comes
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38 Mr. Smirnoff now."
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39 "There are quite a few matters I have to go over with him. The sooner I get started the better." Stuart
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40 has hardly enough time to turn around before I comment. "I'm having a bit of a problem hearing him. Do you
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41 think you could get him to speak up a little louder?" He notices the now empty glass.
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42 "You've got it. A double, straight-up, coming up."
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43 I raise the glass to my lips and take this one a little slower. "Now you are talking Mr. Smirnoff..."
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44 ............. ............. ............. ............. ............. .............
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45 L'homme: See the letter "A" up there? You know me, I could never brag.
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46 ............. ............. ............. ............. ............. .............
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48 131313131313131313131313131313131313131313131313131313131313131313131313
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49 FCL[C DD_C\ _DTC^ FL@ZD EX\AD _IFMM FNGRP USFPD THBIA NXIAD EANPF XLDXM
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50 @DVJX ZJ@C\ [\HB_ CRSCU EDEAA \EDP_ XDYAD IJXV@ V_AI@ DXJ@D KG]PC V_XEA
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51 IDNTC @JE[@ \@D_C LUD_F IAC[Y HBC_O HBNRD
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52 131313131313131313131313131313131313131313131313131313131313131313131313
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54 676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767
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55 Back in the USA at last.
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56 676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767
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57 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\25
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58 As he advanced James jammed a hand into his boot and whipped out the derringer. The Commander hesitated in
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59 surprise. He had one shot. He tried to aim but the barrel just wouldn't stay in one place. The Commander lept forward
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60 just as James fired.
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61 A large hole appeared right where the Commander's heart used to be. He fell on his face about four feet short and
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62 didn't move. Immediately the fog lifted and James could think again. "Indiana Jones has nothing on me." he commented,
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63 blowing smoke from the barrel.
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64 Reholstering the gun, he tried to stand up. James had experienced pain before but rarely like this. His whole back
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65 felt like it was on fire and his left arm still wouldn't respond. He finally got to his feet and turned and was amazed
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66 at the size of the stain that had soaked into the bedsheets. The Commander must have done him some major damage. With
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67 all the blood that had run out of him in the last twelve hours he must be nearly empty.
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68 The force field around Tariya dissipated with the Commander's death but she was still out. Probably drugged. James
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69 wondered if the bastard had done anything to her while she was unconcious and wished he could kill him again. He
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70 managed to summon the sword, but his strength was fading fast. He only hoped he could open a warpgate.
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71 The swordtip traced an oval in the air. A thin blue line remained, floating in midair. He dropped the sword and
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72 picked up Tariya, which wasn't easy one-handed. He faced the oval for a second and watched it fade. If it went out
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73 completely, he wouldn't have enough strength to try again. He would die here.
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74 Then the air inside the oval collapsed with a bang and he was looking through it into a laboratory. On the other
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75 side of the gate several white-suited technicians turned and stared back in astonishment. One called his name
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76 questioningly.
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77 James stumbled through the warpgate. Tariya's weight unbalanced him and he toppled. As he fell, he twisted so as
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78 not to land on her. He landed on his wound instead. The pain was so intense that he couldn't even cry out. The last
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79 thing he remembered was several anxious faces staring down at him as unconciousness forcibly claimed him.
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80 He wondered if he would ever wake up.
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81 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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82
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83 WHY DO PEOPLE INSIST ON POLLUTING THIS SYSTEM WITH THEIR PURPLE PROSE? I MEAN
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84 REALLY, THE SAME OLD "DUNGEONS & DRAGONS" MOTIF OVER AND OVER AGAIN. WHAT I
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85 FIND ESPECIALLY PATHETIC ARE THE ATTEMPTS TO CREATE NAMES SUCH AS TARIYA WHICH
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86 ARE SUPPOSED TO EVOKE AN OTHERWORLDLY ATMOSPHERE. B O R I N G ! ! !
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87 They're rioting in Africa, they're starving in Spain
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88 1Theres hurricanes in Florida, and Texas needs rain
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89 The whole world is festering with unhappy souls
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90 The French hate the Germans, the Germans hate the Poles
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91 Italians hate Jugoslave, South Africans hate the Dutch
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92 And Scots don't like anybody very much...
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93 But we should be tranquil and thankful and proud
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94 Cause mans been endowed with a mushroom shaped cloud
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95 And we can be certain that some lovely day
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96 Someone will set the spark off and we will all be blown away...
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97 They're rioting in Africa, theres strife in Iran
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98 What nature doesn't do to us...
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99 Will be done by our fellow Man..
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100
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101 Not much changed since the Kingston Trio recorded this in 1961 eh, wot???
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102 A1&A2---------------------------------------------------------------------------
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103 OFF
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104
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105 M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M
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107
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108 TRIPPING ON BOOKS by Clark
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110 Page three...
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112 State police had been deployed to all universities
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113 following the signing of the Act, to quell any possible
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114 violence. It was a natural decision to have them
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115 keep close tabs on George too. George was assigned his
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116 very own personal tail to shadow him everywhere
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117 on campus. The tail's job description included
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118 keeping George under close observation and taking
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119 down the identities of all students and faculty who spent
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120 an inordinate amount of time with him. Since George was
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121 so popular on campus, the State police tail had a very
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122 busy job. George quickly became aware of the tail's
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123 presence, but figured there was nothing much he could do
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124 about it. He felt confident he could lose the tail if it
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125 really became necessary.
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126
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127 The marketing professor appeared at his podium. It was time to set the
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128 book down and start taking notes. Today's lecture: Subliminal Suggestion for
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129 Home-bound Housewives. For the next hour and a-half, Tim had to be
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130 a busy student paying attention to the teacher during the lecture. Tim couldn't
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131 get the book out of his mind though. There was something about the story,
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132 the way Tim read it. George Gratis... Police State... 1997... Am-Euro Act...
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133 Tim's head spun. The images before his eyes shimmered like the
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134 reflections off the smooth surface of a mountain lake, suddenly disturbed
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135 by a skipping rock. Professor Gratis... Personal Freedom... Shimmering...
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136 Classroom... 1985... 1997... Political Science... Professor Gratis...
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137 Lights... Blackness... Dark... Void... Desolation... Illumination...
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138 Luminescent... Brilliant... Classroom... 1997...
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139
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140 "So as you see, the continued growth of a strong central state does
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141 have it uses, but only if the cardinal conviction of this state is the
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142 preservation of basic human rights. A state where its people are subjugated
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143 is hardly an improvement over what existed 20 or more years ago in the
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144 fragmented governments of this planet. If anything, a militaristic government
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145 is a digression away from the ideal, not a move towards it."
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146 Tim realized something strange had occurred. His mind whirled. This
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147 was no longer "3-D Marketing Strategies..." What happened to Professor Dinero?
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148 Who is this guy talking about ideal governments? The classroom! It's all
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149 painted red. The desks! They look like something out of a futuristic
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150 science fiction movie. Futuristic... wait... My clothes are all different.
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151 This isn't my class! What has happened? Omigod!
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152 The professor at the podium was now drawing comparisons on Karl Marx's
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153 Communist Manifesto versus current advances into socialist states. Tim sat
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154 still, stunned, unable to comprehend what had happened to him.
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155 Even my books aren't the same. All except for my copy of "George's
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156 War." This prof. sounds a lot like George Gratis. Funny. I must be dreaming,
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157 fallen asleep during the lecture. Everything is so real though. No I couldn't
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158 be asleep. It's not drugs either. At least I don't think I took any drugs. No,
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159 I would remember if I took drugs. This whole thing...the room, the teacher,
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160 my clothes, the other students they're all different. It's as if I were
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161 somehow transported to some other place...
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162 A question by one of the other students brought Tim's reasoning too
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163 a grinding halt.
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164 "Professor Gratis? Do you think the Am-Euro Act had significant roots
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165 in the big redistribution-of-wealth movements of the late eighties?"
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166 Professor Gratis? Late eighties?
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167 Tim didn't hear the professor's reply to the question. He was to
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168 busy having his own reality blown away.
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169
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170 <To be continued>
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171
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172 TRIPPING ON BOOKS
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173
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174 /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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176 **************************************************************************
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177 L'homme: Missed you at the meeting Thursday. Had your check waiting too.
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178 Along with the latest archives. Oh well, maybe next time. Also, a question
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179 from a David Bills at Bullis International Airport,
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180 Washington DC 20041. How do you kill the Moss monster? Maybe you could
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181 drop him a line.
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182 ************************ CISTOP MIKEY *************************************
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183
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185 ||||| A skip and a jump; as always, gets you farther than on alone || PEN NAME |
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187
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"The forest is a forest," Exclaimed the Pastor.
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188 "See the forest for the trees! A forest isn't a forest, it's a
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189 lot of trees! Can't you see?"
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190 "The forest is a forest! Why don't you see that?" Puzzled the
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191 Pastor. Who then sat over the table, rubbing his eyes, drawing deep
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192 from his ale, and mumbling softly.
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193 "Why don't you see it my way?"
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194 "I don't. Alright?"
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195
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As their lively little debate died down and everyone had a little
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196 time to reflect on the matters debated, several people wanted their
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197 say. Some started grumbling and mumbling on their own and most
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198 simply downed another pint of ale.
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199 "Excuse me," Said one neglected patron, who seemed more than a
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200 little nervous, "It appears to me that you are tired of this debate
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201 and tired of each other,"
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202 The Pastor looked over to his fellow debater. If they were so
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203 tired of each other, this was the first they had heard.
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204 "Why drudge on through difficult debates? Why demand they must
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205 agree with you? Why not leave well enough alone?" The nervous
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206 and neglected patron seemed to calm with every word.
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207 The Pastor saw in his friend the same look.
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208 "Why assign such values to what you say?"
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209 The look of bewilderment and silly regret.
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210 "Ever known one person to be convinced in these things?"
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211 The Pastor and friend smiled and chuckled together.
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212 "Stop taking things so litterally,"
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The Pastor giggled a bit and settled down for what he thought
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214 would be a long pep talk. He was pouring his drink down his throat
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215 when he heard the nervous one say-
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216 "Besides, a forest is a grove!"
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219 *%_#)@*%_)#*%)_*%)_!%!@)_+%(_@#)*%_)%*)_!#*%_)#!^*_#!^*_#)*^_!)*^_!#*^_)!*^!#_^*)#_^*
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220 Mikey: Sorry about missing Thursday. I was getting a tour of the computer facilities
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221 at Portland Community College. I will come by US Digital Monday afternoon if that is
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222 all right. How many disks in the latest archives? I'll drop an AdventureWare help-
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223 memo to David Bills ASAP. I even have a nifty letterhead designed and printed using
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224 a graphics program. This way all adventure help will be on distinct stationary.
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225 Thanks for letting me know about the query.
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226 *_%*_)%@#*_%)@*_%)@#*%_)@#*%_@)#*%_ L'homme sans Parity *%_#)@*%_@#%*_*%)@#_*%*%@)#*%
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227
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228 KathyD are you KMD? I have BOGGS and lost your number. Please call.
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229 -.-.-...-......-.-.-...-......
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230 (((*)))(((*)))(((*))
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231 L'homme : when you see Mikey could you do some checking on copy link
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232 for me? Thank you....
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233 (((*)))(((*)))(((*))
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234 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/
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235 Hum, four eyes all in a row, perhaps time to see a movie, on a sunday night
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236 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/
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237 ________________________________________________________________________________
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238 After logging it to the terminal for cross-reference, Linda slipped
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239 the last newspaper clipping into its folder, placed it in the box with
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240 the rest, and sent the lot off to be microfilmed.
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241 Seizing the quiet moment to herself, she leaned back in her chair,
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242 hands behind her head, and reflected on what she had been able to
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243 pick up since assuming the position of Ian's gopher.
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244 Agents L'homme sans Parity and Fellows were about to go off on a
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245 mission, where or what it was, she hadn't yet determined. Wassir and
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246 frend had checked into the Bogart Arms, Delta V was busy blowing up
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247 safety deposit boxes, and she still hadn't the faintest clue as to
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248 the Net's true purpose or intent.
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249 The intercom buzzed, meaning Ian needed her to fetch someone or
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250 something again. She sighed, put on her best Pollyanna smile, and
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251 was off.
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252 _________________________________________Miss Nomer_______________________________
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253 **********************************************************************
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254 L'homme: Monday is fine. There are three disks in the archives currently,
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255 with one disk worth of BW disks waiting to be transferred to CPM to MSDOS.
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256 ************************** CISTOP MIKEY **********************************
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257 Miss Nomer... Chuckle... I like the name!
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258 ***********************
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259
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260 .-.-.-.-.EmuLurk.-.-.-.-.-.
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261 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| As well, is well ||||||||||||||| PEN NAME ||
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262 (((*))) lurk mode (((*))
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263 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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265 "The forest, yes, the forest." Fellows paled with every word.
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266 "Remember, relax. You are telling me this so I can help you. Nothing
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267 in the dream can hurt you know. But in retelling your dream it will most
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268 likely help you." Dr Macrobius' voice was calm and reassuring. Some of the
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269 color returned to Fellows' face.
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270 "Sure Doctor. I know... OK. As I turned and went into the forest, I
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271 noticed how very dark and deep it was. It was peculiar that a small trail
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272 had been cut in the exact spot I entered. I chose my entry into the forest
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273 at random, and I did not see the trail until I was right on top of it, but
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274 there it was. Anyway, I moved through the forest over this trail. Sunlight
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275 trickled down between the tall trees into patches of yellow here and there
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276 on the forest bed. It was pretty dark, but there was enough ambient light to
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277 make my sojourn safe, or so I thought." Fellows paused again, drew in a deep
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278 breath, and continued. Dr Macrobius' hand flew across his pad as he took
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279 notes.
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280 "I started noticing the trees. I didn't know what kind they were, but
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281 they looked familiar. It was just like the people in the clearing. I could
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282 not identify them, but I thought I knew them. I know that is crazy sounding,
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283 how could I know trees..."
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284 "You let me interpret Fellows. Do not judge yourself like that."
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285 "Sure, OK... Well anyway, I guess I got a little scared, because I
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286 started walking faster. I had turned my head to look behind when I walked
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287 into something. I got up and saw a tree, perfectly trimmed, growing in the
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288 middle of the trail. It was just standing there, branches neatly cut, reaching
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289 out across the trail. It loomed over me. I got up and ran past it best I
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290 could. The trail started to narrow. The trees were encroaching on the edge
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291 of the trail. And I did not feel any familiarity towards the trees like I had
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292 before. I started running faster, further into the forest. The sunlight seemed
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293 to be fading, and it was getting difficult to see very far ahead. I tripped
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294 a couple times on roots that protruded out in the trail. I got up as fast as
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295 I could and continued running. I had lost all sense of direction. My heart
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296 was pounding again, but this time I could hear everything that was happening,
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297 the sound of my feet on the trail, my breathing, everything. And then I
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298 decided to stop. I stood there, bent over, catching my breath. I heard a
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299 voice, somewhere behind me. I spun around, and in a particularly large
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300 patch of light stood the woman from the clearing who had waved at me. She was
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301 standing there smiling, her arms extended and her hands clasped in front of
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302 her. I realized she had spoken my name, and I started moving towards her."
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303 Again Fellows paused, and again some of color left his face.
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304 "Go ahead Fellows. You mustn't stop now. It is important that you relay
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306 "I will Doctor, just a second please, while I catch my breath."
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308 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT FELLOWS TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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310 %*%_)@#*%_)#*%)_!#*%)_*@)!#*%_)!@#$*%)*)!#$*^#$!)_^*#$)_^*)_#$!^*)_$#!*&)_#!*^_)#!*&_#!*&)%_&*_)!*&)_%$*&!_&*_$&*@_&
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311 Mikey: Thanks, I'll bring $15-$20 for the disks. I hope the Christmas spirit is remembered and all my fellow
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312 archivists remember to pay me back! The Copylink Ripple was asking about is for a SDB bus CP/M machine. We can
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313 talk about it Monday, but you may want to address any questions to 'Ripple.' I also have some questions about
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314 a NEC V20 to ask you Monday. I'll be there a little after 5:00pm.
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315 Leonard: I have some TRSDOS archive disks for you. Yes, I have not forgotten that I owe you many many disks.
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316 psu-cs!nelsons: I had some difficult sending mail to psuhon. Call when you can Ok?
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317 *%)_@#*%@#)_%*)_*!@_)%*%^_)*#^_)@*^_@)# L'homme sans Parity %*#@_)%*@#_)%*@#)_*%_)*^_)@*_^&*_)@*^_@)#^*@)_^*_)$@#^*^
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318
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319 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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320 MOST CLEVER NAME OF DISK AWARD GOES TO:
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321
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322 Miss Nomer!
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323
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324 Unfortunately your award only consists of enjoyment and
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325 respect by the other members of the Backwater Inn. We
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326 are working on a BRAND NEW CAR starting next year.
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327 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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328 \\\\\\\\\\\\\Will they leave this marker intact?\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\hope so\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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329 CC4EDE4CCD4DCCC4ECCE64ECE4CDECCD4
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330 96086403150951403892B06880263859B
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331 CDCCE4CDC4CDD4CEECDDC364ED4ECCE4CDCE4ECCE4DCDC4ECC4DCE5
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332 3645201950669012286352B0260681304652038130412503850553C
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333
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334 ______________________________JD 2446408.0502_________________________________JD 2446408.0502______
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335 ______________________________JD 2446408.0529______________________________
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336 Fact For the Day ... many of you have noticed the marker directly preceding this
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337 line - the one with the "JD" and a bunch of numbers following. Contrary to
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338 popular belief, it does not stand for the 'hit' record of a Juvenile Delinquent.
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339 It is rather a dating system used commonly in astronomy, with a starting point
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340 sufficiently far in the past (January 1, 4713 B.C.) to avoid fluctuations in the
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341 calendar, such as the several days which were lost a few hundred years ago.
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342 So, the "2446408" means that there have been 2,446,408 days since 1/1/4713 B.C.
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343 The fractional part of the number is, of course, the fractional part of the day.
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344 .2500 would be 1/4 of a day, or 6 hours. The person using the marker has
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345 cleverly realized that the Julian Day starts at Noon, not Midnight, so when
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346 you take the .0529 and convert it into 01:16:11, it is not a quarter past 1 in
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347 the morning, but rather a quarter after 1 in the afternoon. Unfortunately,
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348 what the user apparently failed to discover is that the Julian Date system is
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349 an Absolute, not a Relative. In other words, 2446408.0529 here in Portland
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350 references the exact same instant as 2446408.0529 does in Moscow, USSR.
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351 Obviously then, it can't be dependent on local time, but is rather based on
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352 Greenwich noon, which is currently at 4 am. So, what the _JD author is calling
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353 2446408.0529 is actually 8 hours later, or 2446408.3862. Close in the cosmic
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354 scale, but hopelessly off in a useable sense. From a practical standpoint,
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355 however, it would be better to fudge even more and call .0000 local midnight,
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356 so then you see .5000 you would know it's noon, rather that having to go through
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357 all the mathematical contortions to discover what it Really is.
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358 Oh, and lest you think I'm just talking through my hat (as they say),
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359 my source is THE AMERICAN EPHEMERIS AND NAUTICAL ALMANAC 1980, issued by
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360 th Nautical Almanac Office, United States Naval Obseratory via the
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361 U.S. Government Printing Office.
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362 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Gregory, 12/08/85 14:58:05 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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363
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364 _SHEESH,WHAT A WASTE OF LINES;LIKE HOO CARES?
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365 ditto ditto ditto. You can alalways tell a college student by he way he or she
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366 relates facts with such enthusiasm when after all they are only repeared from
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367 a source that may or may not be correct
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368 in relation to the universe. Those older and wise realize that a simple relating
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369 of facts does not wisdom make, it is what you do with what you learn that is
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370 important, not how well you can recite it, as any tape recorder can...
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371
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372 `PP`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P Just Turkey Lurkin' `P`PPOPO`P`P`P`P`P`P`
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373 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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374 I quite disagree with the above comment that the explanation of the
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375 JD xxxxx.whatever was a waste of space as (1) I for one was curious
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376 as to what the numbers represented, and (2) it was not simply quotes
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377 from a text, the information was presented in explanation of an event,
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378 and his/her own opinions were expressed regarding the usage of the
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379 numbers.
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380 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$[K][G]$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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381 P.S. Besides, as the explanation was not given from the owner of the
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382 border, it might just be (gasp) humor|||
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383 UNDERNEATH THE CHABMERS WERE RIGHT BETWEEN THEIR EYES...
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384 SITTING ON A POWDER KEG, ENDING ALL THEIR LIES....
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385
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386 SENTRY TURNS TOO QUICKLY
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387 EVERYTHING IS LOST
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388 OVERPOWERED CAUGHT REDHANDED
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389 WHAT WILL BE THE COST?
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390
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391 HUNG, DRAWN & QUARTERED
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392 SPLIT FROM EAR TO EAR
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393 HUNG, DRAWN & QUARTERED
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394
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395 ALL THE KINGS HORSES, AND ALL THE KINGS MEN
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396 COULDN'T PUT ME BACK TOGETHER AGAIN
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397
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398 GROUND INTO SUBMISSION
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399 THEY BURN ME TO THE BONE
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400 QUESTION AFTER QUESTION
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401 IN THAT MOCKING TONE.
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402
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403 TREASON! VERDICT OF THE JURY
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404 BLACK CAP JUDGES HEAD
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405 TAKE HIM TO THE WOODEN SCAFFOLD
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406 HUNG TILL YOU ARE DEAD!
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407
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408 CHORUS
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409
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410 HUNG, DRAWN & QUARTERED
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411 SPLIT FROM EAR TO EAR
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412 HUNG, DRAWN & QUARTERED
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413 ALL THE KINGS HORSES AND ALL THE KINGS MEN
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414 COULDN'T PUT ME BACK TOGETHER AGAIN....
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415
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416 DRAGGED OUT BY THE KINGS GUARD
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417 BRANDED BY THE CROWD
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418 MORNINGS ENTERTAINMENT
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419 SEE THEM LAUGH ALOUD
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420
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421 PLACED UPON A FUNERAL PYRE
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422 DRESSED UP TO THE NINES
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423 EVERY YEAR RAZED TO THE GROUND
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424 A 100,000 TIMES.....
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425
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426 REPEAT CHORUS
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427
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428 From the a totally CRAZY RAVENLUNATIC!!!!!
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429 RAVENLUNATICS ALL RULE THE WORLD
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430 RAVEN WILL BECOME THE RULES OF THE WORLD!!!
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431 BECOME ADDICTED TO RAVEN , OR F.O.A.D.!
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432 ...........................................................................
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433 Gregory... true, an oversight on my part... maybe I should switch to
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434 Long Count?
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435 ______________________Leonard_JD 2450059.9968__________________________
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436 ooops! slight glitch in the calendar
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437 ______________________Leonard_JD 2446407.9997__________________________
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438 ps it started on 1/1/4713 BC on the *Julian* calendar, on the gregorian
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439 calendar the date is different (by about a month!) If anyone is really
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440 interested I'll do the calculations.
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441 ___________________________________________________________________________
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442 Oh the white folks hate the black folks,
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443 And the black folks hate the white folks.
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444 To hate all but the right folks
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445 Is an old established rule.
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446
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447 But during National Brotherhood Week, National Brotherhood Week,
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448 Lena Horne and Sheriff Clark are dancing cheek to cheek,
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449 It's fun to eulogize
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450 The people you despise,
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451 As long as you don't let 'em in your school.
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452
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453 Oh, the poor folks hate the rich folks,
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454 And the rich folks hate the poor folks.
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455 All of my folks hate all of your folks,
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456 It's American as apple pie.
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457
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458 But during National Brotherhood Week, National Brotherhood Week,
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459 New Yorkers love the Puerto Ricans 'cause it's very chic,
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460 Step up and shake the hand
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461 Of someone you can't stand,
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462 You can tolerate him if you try.
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463
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464 Oh, the Protestants hate the Catholics,
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465 And the Catholics hate the Protestants,
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466 And the Hindus hate the Moslems,
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467 And ev'rybody hates the Jews.
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468
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469 It's National Ev'ryone-smile-at-one-another-hood Week,
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470 Be nice to people who
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471 Are inferior to you.
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472 It's only for a week, so have no fear,
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473 Be grateful that it doesn't last all year.
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474 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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475 It's been so long that I forgot to put the title at the top.
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476 National Brotherhood Week (Words & music by Tom Lehrer)
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477 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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478
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479 No, no, no, please, no, don't do the calculations.
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480 At least not here. Ephemerides are available at the
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481 library, and anyone can afford a calculator. Like I said, hoo cares.
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482 Has Mikey been busy with his blue pencil? What has
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483 happened to the missing lines?
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484 BACKWATCHER%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
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485 ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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486
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487 UP AND DOWN AND ALL AROUND
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488
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489
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490 ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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491 """"""""""""""""""
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492 Upload test:
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493
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494 This is a test, this is only a test...
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495
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496 Yippe! It worked *first* try!
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497 """"""""""""""""""SOLI
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498 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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499 Bard: I haven't heard thoes for quite a while! I guess I'll have to
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500 break out my old Lehrer albums now.
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501 L'homme: I'll call tonight
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502 <><><><>
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503 "Angels we have heard on high,
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504 tell us to go out and buy..." Tom Lehrer
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505 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>...psu-cs!nelsons<><>
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506 ;18033ca90f8d18d4a9008d05d4a9f08d06d4a9218d04d4a9608d000b5c
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507 ;180354d48d01d478a9178501ad0ddc2910f008a90f8d18d44c5d030a07
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508 ;08036ca9008d18d44c5d030345
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509 ;0000030003
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510
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511 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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512
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513 The door of the Bogart Arms elevator slid shut, and the contraption
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514 moved upward accompanied by the groaning of ancient machinery. Wassir
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515 turned to the gnomish bell boy and said, "Excuse me, is there a represent-
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516 ative of the Crudleco corporation in this hotel?"
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517 "Never heard of 'em," the bell boy rasped.
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518 Wassir sighed and reached into his pocket. He withdrew several Swiss
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519 francs and stuffed them into the gnome's jacket. "Hmmmm...." Wassir said,
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520 "perhaps these will help your hearing problem."
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521 "Oh yes sir, I'm sure they will." The gnome said as he glanced at the
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522 bills. "Crudleco has a hospitality suite on the top floor. They have some
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523 wild parties up there, let me tell you. Strange people.... strange outfits
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524 .... they even took a bunch of ducks up there one time. You shoulda seen
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525 the place afterwards, feathers all over. Terrible." The gnome shook his
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526 head.
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527 "Is there anyone up there now?" Maria asked.
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528 "Haven't seen no one, but they got a private elevator so's the guests
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529 don't have to go through the hotel lobby."
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530 "Does this elevator go up to the hospitality suite?" Wassir said.
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531 "Yup, sure does... but it has to be called from the suite itself. If
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532 you'll notice, the buttons only go to twelve." The gnome motioned to the
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533 control panel. "The Crudleco suite is on the fourteenth floor." The
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534 elevator wheezed to a stop. "You'll have to walk up a floor to your suite
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535 on thirteen. They added a couple of floors in '06 and never fixed the
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536 elevator." The gnome walked Wassir and Maria up a narrow stairway and to
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537 their suite.
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538 The room was your average dumpy European hotel suite, gauchely done
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539 in red and black velveteen. On a table in the center of the living room
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540 was an enormous bouquet of lavender carnations. Maria tipped the bell boy,
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541 while Wassir looked at the card attached to the flowers. It read:
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543 My dearest Mohammed,
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544 So nice of you to drop in. It's been boring since Professor
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545 Stuffit left, and I've heard so much about you. I do hope you
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546 live up to your reputation.
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547 With all my love,
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548 China Blue
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550 "Ahem," Maria said with a dangerous sparkle in her eye. "And just who
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551 is China Blue?"
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552 "Darned if I know," Wassir said. "But I'm sure we'll find out."
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553 "Just remember I don't get even, I get mad."
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555 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Valinor *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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557 HAh, I haven't heard any good 12-13-14 floor building jokes since that
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558 escapade in the Oklahoma City Hilton all those years ago. Keep up the
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559 good work Valinor.
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560 L.s.P.
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561 The cooks assistant was slouched against the brick wall of the back of the Bogart Arms, smoking
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562 a cigarette. He had the look of boredom and too many months of being talked down to by "chefs".
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563 He didn't even look up as he heard someone approach untill a hand reached forth and grabbed the
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564 collar of the white linen jacket that was the standard dress for employees of his level.
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565 The expression on the face of the bull of a man looking down at him quickly dispensed any feelings
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566 of being bored. The man spoke. " Well, now, my man, you look like you need a break". "I was, uh just
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567 uh..." The man interrupted him. " I always wanted to be a cook, see, so I'll tell you what- I'll
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568 rent your uniform for a while, and you trot off down the street and have yourself a drink, OK?"
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569 The folded S
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570 wiss franks in the mans hand were what the cook saw first, then he noticed the Walther P-38 in his
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571 other hand. "Uh, yeah, I was gettin' thirsty, now that you mention it..." As he was leaving, he
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572 heard the man say, "If you come back in less than an hour, you'll never have to worry about food
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573 again, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" A yessirr floated back, but Delta Five was already inside the kitchen.
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574 Working quickly, he approached a room service attendant in a gaudy red velvet jacket, and pulled
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575 him off to the side, by the door of the walk-in. "I'll deliver this personally, son, and you find
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576 the sous chef and tell him that the Veal cordonBleu for table 12 was refused."
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577 This would distract him long enough...
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578 Moving the room service cart over to the chef's station, he picked up the phone, and asked the
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579 operator for the extension he wanted. The elevator was waiting when he arrived in front of it's
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580 ornate brass doors, with the Cupids in bronze depicting the floor numbers. The operator had been
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581 alerted. Another delivery to that bunch of crazies ...He reflected on what a very friendly maid
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582 had told him-"and feathers all over..."
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583 The man with the room service cart had an expression that was downright intimidating, and when
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584 he told the operator that the car was to go to the "private party", the operator was acquiescent.
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585 "Yes sir..." The doors opened just as a tall man with a stunningly beautiful companion was about
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586 to rap on the door. "Sir, a delivery, sir..."
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587 Delta V pushed the cart towards the door, and the
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588 tall man looked at him suspiciously. Feigning intimidation, Delta said "It's the desserts, sir-petit
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589 fours, and Nessleroot Tort, and Ambrosia, sir..."
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590 The tall man made one of the few mistakes of his life, and raised the white linen cloth to look.
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591 Delta hit him squarely in the jaw, and the tall Albanian veritably flew back, and slammed into
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592 the door. The man in the cooks uniform moved in quickly, but not fast enough. A long leg snaked
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593 out, and caught his ankle, smashing forward, and twisting it painfully. His hand went inside his
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594 white tunic, and is
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595 as if by magic, his hand felt the familliar ribbed handle of the Walther. Squeeze the trigger once
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596 and a round is loaded into the chamber. The action is cocked, and ready to fire. As he fell to the
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597 plush carpeted floor, he brought the muzzle up so that it was pointed at the tall man, ...,and,..
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598 the barrel of an equally intimidating handgun.
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599 The woman just stood there, for a second, confused. The two men for the first time made eye contact.
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600 Time was stretched to it's outermost limits. Years and years of training was suddenly forgotten
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601 in the face of ones equal. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and eager fingers squeezed triggers
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603 almost as one. Both guns fired within a split second of each other, and both hands were raised an
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604 instant before the deafening explosions. Two bullets smashed into walls, inches from human heads.
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605 Then, silence. Hesitation... The man on the floor spoke. "Well...Delta V, or I'm a poor goatherder.
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606 Delta Five said calmly,"Well, thought I might find you here, Wassir. Sorry about your boat, but
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607 you know how it is....
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608 D DDD
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609 DDVDD
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612 "Blue moo-oon of Kentucky keep on a shinin'; shine on the one that's gone and left me blue..."
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613 "C'mon pal, give it a rest. I think it's about time you knocked off for the eveing. You're cut off."
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614 "Oh Stuart, don't be a wet blanket. Besides, we were just getting started," I said as I raised my glass.
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615 "We? What do you mean we? Your so-called buddy, Mr. Smirnoff, is gone!" Stuart held up an inverted
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616 bottle that was seriously lacking of anything liquid and made certain I was aware of that fact. "No more
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617 liquor, absolutely no other guests to be seen, and it's time I locked this place up." Stuart didn't seem all
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618 too impressed with my company and just slid the tab in front of me while locking up the cabinets behind the
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619 counter and generally straightening up things for the person that would get stuck working the first shift the
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620 next morning.
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621 "You're just doing this because you don't approve of my musical talent. Would you care to hear an anthem
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622 perhaps? I'm quite up-to-date on several of the more popular European anthems. Would you care for..."
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623 "You have got to be the most verbose customer while inibriated I've heard! I'm calling you a taxi."
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624 "You musn't call me a taxi," I said while looking for my bilfold. "On the contrary, my name is Lewis."
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625 Stuart only issues a simple groan while dialing the number to the taxi service. He hesitates for a moment when
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626 he gazes upon the fountain of wealth I seem to be drawing my monetary assets from at the moment.
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627 "Huh? Oh hello, Northeast Taxi? Yea, I've got a fellow out here that's had one too many to drink... And
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628 you don't need to worry about the fare, I think this guy must have struck it luck at Bowling-for-Bucks..."
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