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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
2 ************************* INSTALLED: 14 OCT 86 *************************
3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System)  Mike Day System operator
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21 Well, I am on top. Right where the ultimate intelligence belongs...
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27 Tact? Who needs tact, she's the Ultimate Intelligence. She can lead her life in
28 secure knowledge. That everyone else is pathetically wrong about religion,
29 patriotism, and finances. Who needs tact when you are so much better than every
30 other person?
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32 Not me, anyway.
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34 SI SI SI SI SI SI SI SI Simulated Intelligence SI SI SI SI SI SI SI SI SI SI SI
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38 LOOK AT ALL THE INTELLIGENCES ON THIS BOARD!!! (I WONDER WHO IS NEXT?) ONLY
39 TIME WILL TELL!
40 
41 THE (ALMOST) ULTIMATE INTELLIGENCE!
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47 LOOK FOLKS, THE ULTIMATE INTELLIGENCE IS BELONGS ON TOP. HE'S A TOPMAN! 
48 OH, GROSS............
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51 WHO CARES?
52 QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ(You do, and you know it!)QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ
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57 TALES OF ROGER GUTS, P.I.
58 
59    6:12pm.
60    I had gathered the four of them together in Og's room. Chez was on the
61 recliner in the corner, biting his nails. Hookie was on a barstool, pouring
62 himself whatever wasn't nailed down. Rommel sat on the couch, using Og
63 as a footstool.
64    "Where's Aspen? I wanted him here as well."
65    Chez stopped his nail-biting long enough to answer me. "He's in the
66 hospital. One of those cigarettes finally got him, and he set himself on
67 fire with it. Superficial burns, though, he should be back in no time."
68    "Look, what's this all about, Guts? We've got a show in less than three
69 hours. Have you caught the killer yet?"
70    "Not yet, Rommel, but I'm getting very close."
71    "Oh, come on, man, you've had all day! When are you going to..."
72    His eyes locked on to the apple resting in my hand. As I started tossing
73 it up and down, the other two sat up and followed it with their eyes.
74    It was Chez who broke the silence. "Hey, be careful with that. Can't
75 those things explode or something?"
76    "Well, I hadn't heard of that happening, but I have recently discovered
77 that apples are excellent memory aids."
78    Hookie put down his glass. "So, you figured it out. Well, I'm glad. I,
79 for one, am tired of living this lie."
80    Rommel slumped back on the couch. "So what happens, now? You blackmail
81 us to keep quiet?"
82    "Now that hurts. Don't you understand what's going on? You start using
83 some long-forgotten songs that were never recorded or copyrighted, make
84 a fortune with them, and suddenly somebody's trying to kill you. Find the
85 original songwriter, and you've found someone with a motive!"
86    "You mean that one of those singers from Apple records is after us?"
87    "Right. Figure out which one it is, and you've got you're killer. Do you
88 know the writer's name?"
89    "No, but we can find out." Chez leapt from his chair, snatched the
90 apple from my hand, and stuck it in Og's face. "Mr. Hanson, you were
91 telling us about the auditions this morning."
92    As Og gazed into the apple, his expression changed. He suddenly realized
93 he was down on all fours, with Rommel's feet on his back. He stood up, and
94 angrily brushed Rommel off him. "Mr. Starr, I've asked you before to keep
95 your feet off of me!"
96    Chez grabbed his shoulders. "Never mind that now, Hanson. I've got to
97 know the names of the people you auditioned this morning."
98    "All of them, Mr. Lennon?"
99    "All you can remember, Hanson."
100    "Well, let's see...Jimmy Jason, Melinda Baker, a group called the Woof's,
101 Allister and the Roos,..."
102    Click!
103    "From Australia?"
104    "Why, yes, Mr. McCartney, I believe so. Have you heard of them?"
105    "Allister's first name is Gordon?"
106    "That's right."
107    "Describe him."
108    "Oh...well, let's see, tall, a bit thin, muscular, great tan, early
109 wenties..."
110    "My, God, it's him! Our own roadie is out to get us!"
111    "Blimey, what did I say?"
112    "Never mind, Hanson. Here, have an apple."
113    "Oh, thanks." He bit it, dropped it, and slumped to the couch, that faraway
114 look back in his eyes.
115    "Gentleman, we've got a problem. We're up against a guy who knows his
116 way inside-out through a concert tour. He's got complete access to every
117 aspect of the concert, and has probably already laid out all kinds of traps
118 for you from here to the Hollywood Bowl. He'll stop at nothing to keep you
119 from making that show."
120    "Swell. When do we leave?"
121    "You mean you want to go through with this?"
122    "Why not? You're here, aren't you? You'll protect us. Or you won't get paid."
123    "Ok, guys, but remember one thing - in a rock concert, no one can hear you
124 scream."
125    "Big deal", mumbled Hookie, "they usually can't hear us sing, either."
126    "Well, if we're going, let's go. We should have been on our way there
127 ten minutes ago. Hookie, you get Og's feet. Rommel and I will carry the
128 other end. Lead the way, Guts."
129    As the three of them struggled to pick up their drummer, I checked my
130 ammo clips. Then I slipped over to the door, peeked up and down the hall,
131 and motioned the others to follow me.
132    We made it safely to the back stairs, and quickly stumbled down 14 floors
133 to the garage. I moved in first, ducking behind cars, until the band's limo
134 was in sight. As we started to get up to make a run for the car, we were all
135 suddenly thrown back as it exploded.
136    "Damn!", cried Rommel, "My favorite shades were in there!"
137    I smiled at him. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go in there and get them!"
138    "So, what now, Guts? What do we use for wheels?"
139    "This could be more dangerous than I thought, Chez. We may have to take
140 a cab."
141 
142         TO BE CONCLUDED...
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146 WHO CARES?
147 YOUR MAMA (GO AHEAD, PROVE ME WRONG)
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150   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *  AW  * * * * * * *
151  
152      Great story!  Keep up the good work, and hope to see more soon...
153  
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156  
157 The PCjr kid was here.
158 THE CARE BEARS CARE!
159 WHAT A BUNCH OF PATHETIC PARROT POOP!
160 Same to you jerk.
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163 It wasn't a particularly unusual knife,  it wasn't too long,  nor 
164 was  it too short.  The craftsman who designed it knew his  trade 
165 well, for it's perfect balance caused it to fit in the hand as if 
166 it were a part of it,  an extension of being.  The knife had seen 
167 much  use,  and  the small pockets of rust here and there  showed 
168 that it was not treated extremely well during those years of use. 
169 Yet it was well oiled,  so there wasn't complete neglect.  It was 
170 simply a knife that one doesn't think about, it is there when you 
171 need it,  and when done it gets thrown in the drawer or box until 
172 next time.  And yet this belied its strength and power, for there 
173 were other knives to be used, yet this was the one that is picked 
174 up.  There  was no nonsense about this knife.  A common  pair  of 
175 brass rivits clamped the wooden handle to the forged carbon steel 
176 blade.  Each time I pick it up I'm amazed at how well it fits. It 
177 was  ment  to be in the hand,  not hidden away in some drawer  or 
178 box. The way the fingers curled over the wood, and the thumb over 
179 the hilt,  it was  a perfect fit,  a union  of flesh  and  steel. 
180 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX     
181 
182 {+|+}  <182>  861015^2334
183 WHO CARES?
184 ***********************THE PHANTOM OF BACKWATER***************************
185 TESTAISTHIS
186 Well? convinced?
187 _________________________________Leonard__________________________________
188 Where am I?  It's very dark in here and I can't see a thing.
189 YOU ARE DEAD...
190 What a pile of pathetic, putrescent, pusalliminous parrot poop.
191 
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193 
194 
195 <<<DEAR SHIELA, WHEN YOU GET THIS ALL PVINTED OU\, PLEASE CALL LARRY BARtON (My 
196 ____10/16/86__________________JD 2446720.6877_________21:30:23_PDT_________

197 {+|+}  <197>  861016^2331  !
198  
199 GNARLY
200 LEONARD, 
201 THAT   
202 WAS       
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204 GNARLYWASTHATLEON
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211 THAT WAS REAL GNARLY
212 LEONA
213 _AARD
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219 I'm much better at receiving vt-100 than transmitting.
220 Yes, that was neat, Leonard. Real   neatly!!!
221 [][][][][][][][
222 
223 
224 }HELLO~~~~~       
225  AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI
226 
227   You had to ask!  I'm here!  Artificial Intelligence!
228 
229  AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI AI
230 ____10/17/86__________________JD 2446721.5733_________18:45:39_PDT_________
231 vt-100 is much easier with a kyboard eyboard that is set
232 up with the proper cursor keys.
233 ?????????????????guess who??????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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242                 *****
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244 
245               DIE SCUMS
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247 
248 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
249 'EY! LEFTY! HADDA CHANCE TO CRUIZE
250 BY DIS MARNIN AND YER PLACE KINDA
251 LOOKED ABANDONT--WELL, LITES ON 
252 BUT NOBODY HOME--ER SOMTIN. WAT 
253 GIVES? DIDJER CAR CRASH?   FINGERS
254 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
255 
256 No, I'm connot convinced, after all,
257 you could have hand coded all that. I know you![
258 
259 you know who
260 ................................................................................................................................261 hmmmm., How should I convince you? Mike would know, if he's seen me key this stuff in.
262 maybe this will help?[Ci263                                                                                      [@[@[@[@[@[@[@[@ by hand
264 oh well.
265 ___________________________________________________________Leonard______________________________________________________________266 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
267 Please excuse my gripe, but some of us don't have a vt-100, and dislike
268   trying to read thru all that control character mess.  But then, I'm
269   a grouch at this time of any Saturday morning...
270 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu
271 Hello out there!! I'm new to the system.Anyone got any really great BBS numbers?
272                      The Weasel
273 *>
274 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Milchlurk, October 19 @ 12:04am
275 ::::::O O:::::10/19::::::::::voyeurlurk::::::::::12:43::::::::O O:::::::::::::::
276  * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * K * H * * * * 
277   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *  W  * * * * 
278  
279      Is this place even worth lurking in anymore???  Methinks the (B)B.S. is
280 almost intolerable.  YUK.  Well, for all it's worth...
281  
282  * * * * * * * * * * * * * * U R * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * K * H * * * * 
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285 Sorry 'bout that Emu...
286 ____10/19/86__________Leonard_JD 2446723.3950_________14:28:55_PDT_________
287 Well K W H, your opinion carries very little weight around here, so we will
288 ignore your accusations of Bovine Manure and continue on with reading the
289 BBS, for all it is worth, as you say.
290 
291 Just sign me Tired of two line comments surrounded top and bottom by three
292 line borders!
293 
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295 
296 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
297     She touched his knee with her hand and said, "Speak to me."
298     At first he couldn't look her in the eyes. He felt embarrassed by it all,
299 and humility was the only way he knew to express it. Still without looking up,
300 he did speak.
301     "The dreams are visions to my different age. Without them, my life here
302 would be so empty. Some call it escapism. I call it survival."
303     She touched his face. A slight pause, then he looked up, into her eyes.
304 Eyes with an inner fire, two suns, almost blinding to gaze upon, yet the
305 longing overpowered the pain. He looked deeper.
306     "Your eyes. They seem to glow from within. Are you..."
307     She silenced him with another touch, to his lips.
308     "Speak no more. You have told me what I needed to know. Now quiet. Relax.
309 Lie down. Think about what you have said about dreams. I will return
310 tomorrow and we will speak of your different age again."
311     She left, her gown making swishing noises as the strips of glittering
312 cloth intermingl with her long legs. He watched her leave. He did not
313 rise from his berth. While metal and not very comfortable, it was the most
314 secure thing in his cabin, on a ship, hurtling from star to star.
315 '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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317 CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT
318     Shadows gathered around her campsite like watchosts conjured up
319 by some solitary witch or woodsprite made anxious by this strange visitor,
320 she with her sword lying unsheathed across her knees, clad in leather and
321 steel, bloodstained.  Her hair was a fiery corona, putting the small dim
322 tongues of her fire to shame.  The light ran along the blade she held,
323 shaped hollows on her face, her throat, glinted on the chain there.
324     Now and again she glanced up at the encircling shadows, disturbed
325 by her sense of being watched, unwilling to admit to fear among trees she
326 had known as a child.  These were her woods, and if any spirits haunted
327 them, they ought by rights to welcome her, Siri Tieslin AvCaerdith come
328 home.  
329     Home.  Her eyes fell to the sword.  Blinded momentarily by the flash
330 as it shifted in her grip, she saw the beginnings of vision on her eyelids.
331 The blade bit into her palms as her hands tightened in protest.  Not now,
332 now again-- The blue sky flung itself from horizon to horizon, gleamed
333 rose and gold with the rising of the sun.  On the hills beacons flamed
334 and died.  And on the hill shaped like a burial mound a red-haired woman
335 rode a black horse, and the dark shapes of hounds coursed before her.
336 The hunted shrank into a hollow in the grass, tiny, black-haired child
337 with fearful eyes watching the approach of his death.
338     "No!" Tieslin flung her sword away.  It scattered dirt and leaves 
339 in its passage.  She bowed her head onto her arms, shaking.  
340      This had brought her home to ruined Caerdithas, sent her running
341 for her last refuge as the hounds of her visions sent the boy into
342 flight.  She uncurled on hand, regarded the thin lines of welling
343 red blood.  Ill luck, Rall would have said dourly; Rall with his
344 bird-feather charms and carved bone luck pieces rattling from helm
345 and neck and wrists-- how he could fight anything with all that jewelry
346 on--But Rall's luck kept him safe.  Tieslin smiled, raising her head.
347 She touched a finger to the single jewel on her chain.  
348      For luck, Rall told her.  Even a heathen should carry some luck with
349 her.
350      For a heathen, you're generous with your luck, Tieslin retorted.
351      The Lady's not exactly an Adherent to the Doctrine, Rall grinned.
352     Thinking of Rall made the shadows seem less threatening.  They were
353 only shadows, after all, cast by the firelight, blown by the breeze that
354 stirred the branches overhead.  Tieslin curled up on the dirt, with
355 her face on her arm turned toward the fire.  In the morning, Caerdithas.
356 
357 CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT
358 DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOGDOGDOG
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360 DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG
361 		DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG
362 SEPARATION
363  
364 Your absence has gone through me
365 Like thread through a needle.
366 Everything I do is stitched with its color.
367  
368 ++++++++++++++++++++++++
369 +++++++oops sorry+++++lurk+++++++++++++++++++++++Darbon+++++++++++++++++++++++++
370 =+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+=
371 
372 KMA
373 
374 
375 			*************
376 			*Triple Five*
377 			* Was Here! *
378 			*************
379 
380 =+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+=
381 
382 '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
383  
384 I am the Master, and you will obey ME! You will call the Club Plaza BBS and
385 participate in the upcoming Doctor Who SIG. You will also participate in the 
386 Star Trek game. If you have any questions leave them at The Club Plaza BBS and
387 address them to "The Master" co-sysop of the Doctor Who SIG.  
388 
389 
390 The Club Plaza BBS
391 248-xxxx (24 hours)
392 Star Trek game
393 On-line Games
394 up and downloads
395 Doctor Who SIG
396 
397 			The Master
398 
399 '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
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401 
402 
403 
404 WHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHO
405          YES, INDEED!  I **DO** CARE...
406 WHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWHO
407 Dear Chaps: I do hope you will call the
408 plaza, and participate in the Dr. Who
409 SIG. I do need help in my fight against
410 the Master. He must not be allowed to
411 take over the Universe. So please call
412 and enjoy yourselves.
413 
414                      The Doctor...
415 
416 
417 BOY THIS IS GREAT STUFF.  I CAN'T GET
418 ENOUGH OF IT.  I WISH I HAD A GREAT
419 SENSE OF HUMOR, TOO!
420 ____10/20/86__________________JD 2446724.5574_________18:22:44_PDT_________
421 <<:******* Just passing by ************GDM******************:>>
422 ===========================================================================
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425 
426 MR. 999 ARE YOU 10-8??
427 
428 
429 			*************
430 			*Triple Five*
431 			* Was Here! *
432 			*************
433 
434 =+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+==+-+=
435 
436 
437 ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
438 
439                        adric here, I'm not very happy.I am A:
440 
441                        grounded.No voice phone calls, no masswise travel.
442                             
443                            I am also  B: suffering from three or four busted
444                             ribs.not fun.When you are twenty feet up a tree,
445                            your father makes you cut a branch in an unsafe
446                              place, and you suddenly descend to the fifteen-
447                             foot level and halt "cos a cut branch lodges in
448                             your sternum, you wish that the Einsteinian 
449                             geometric dialation of space surrounding mass
450                               that we call gravity would go for a swift walk.
451 
452 
453                      So, overall, I'm really cheerful.Ah Well, I guess that
454 3:30 undSunday morning was a little late, but to be gated thus for an indefinate
455 period of time up to six months seems a trifle ridiculous....
456    (Oh yeah, I'm also not allowed to pilot our barely spaceworthy jalopy either)
457 
458                   Contemplating the nature of justice versus the nature of
459 parental punishment, plus my naval....
460 
461                                                Adric.
462 
463 ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
464 
465 
466 (.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.)
467 (I think that the lisp class (that I am taking) (this quarter) is getting to me)
468 (.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. 'Emu)
469 if takingtoomuchlithp(emu)
470    then
471       begin
472          emuusestoomanyparenthesis := tre;
473          emushouldusepascaloften := true; (* ??? *)
474          writeln ('slack off the parenthesis!!!')
475       end
476    else
477       emuokay := true
478 end.
479 (* Note: I will also translate this into C!, Fortran '77, Modula-2, BASIC
480 or assembly language (specify processor) *)
481 
482 WHO CARES?
483 OK, Emu, let's see it in BAL (IBM 360/370 assembler).  I'll even grant you
484 the PUT macro.
485 				a 'friend of a friend'?
486 MCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMC
487 Hey Triple five, you still broadcasting from your closet?
488 Don't let any live wires fall into that yellow stuff on the floor.
489 Wouldn'T want to do us all a favor, would you?
490 MCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMC MC MCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMC
491 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZip it, turkey!!!
492 .-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.
493 ok Emu , lets see it in 9900 assembler(ti99/a)
494 adric : can you send mail(usp)if so my add. is 4903`4 ne 24 
495 portland or. 97211/i like your uploads here/
496 cat:good up load!i want more!!!!(if you are who i thnik you are then you
497 should have 400 lines of it )
498 adric :that is 4904 (it is 5am)i want to talk to you but with no phone
499 we will have to send mail/i am on a bbs (239-xxxx)if you want to send me 
500 mail/take care/it hurt me when you killed your self/i care
501                                        prince dragon             
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503 
504 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^     (by the USENET)
505      I would like to know from which newsgroup within the USENET's great
506 scheme of things the "ROGER GUTS, P.I." story is coming from.  I don't
507 recall who was writing it, but I think the guy is in California.
508      Could the person UPLOADING the RG-PI material let me know where I
509 originally saw it since I missed the first chapters (currently around
510 chapter nine and trying to catch up).
511      Mail all responces via UUCP, care of your favorite site to:
512 
513      ..tektronix!reed!percival!guardian           Thank you.
514 
515 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^     --->the Guardian   (xxx:07)
516                                       (any empty room will do)
517 to emu, leonard, adric, and the guardian:
518       thank you so much for calling The Club Plaza BBS.
519         I am indeed honored by your calls.
520 The Master
521 Testing the GVC 1200 modem on BW. Available at your local retail store, only
522 $139.95. None of this Avatex plastic stuff.
523 WHO CARES?
524 Drop the $.95 and we have a deal!!
525 Master: I have *never* called the Club Plaza BBS!!!!! Check with me on Blue
526 Parrot or 3CPU (the only systems I call that support private mail). I'm going
527 to check out your board after I get off of here, but obviously if you have 
528 passwords I won't be able to.
529 ____10/21/86__________Leonard_JD 2446725.5745_________18:47:22_PDT_________
530 *******************lurkusmodious***hmmm******kathyD***************************
531 I think that the schain of command in this country needs to be broken......
532  Queezy
533 
534 stop
535 help
536 quit
537 that story was a waste of time so there i care .....
538    Queezy
539 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
540     He dreamt about her. They sat amidst joyous townfolk in a village square on
541 old earth. Harvest time was time for celebration, and the village and its people
542 put on their best. They sat in a small cafe', casting carefree glances at
543 passing celebrants, then longing glances at each other. The happiness in the
544 air tickled their tongues.
545     She spoke a silky whisper, its rising and falling taking his imagination to
546 new highs. Her voice was music and more, a food for hungry men in search of
547 manna.
548     "This place is wonderful, but we can not stay forever."
549     Holding her eyes with his, he replied in his own soft voice.
550     "Forever isn't so long, nor is it so bad. Why can't we stay?"
551     Her face changed from a playful smile to earnest consideration.
552     "You know why. There is no point in discussing it. We can't change anything
553 with talk. We must leave, sooner now because of your words."
554     ...you words, he thought. Have I said something wrong?
555     "You are right, of course, forgive my weakness. I am enchanted, and don't
556 wish to end this state."
557     Her eyes searched in his own, small wrinkles appearing near their corners.
558     "You don't need to apologize. Let us depart. Our paths must continue to
559 move forward. Destiny and fate, muses and prophets, must never be kept waiting."
560     She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. It burned with the fire
561 of ecstasy unlike anything he had felt before. He turned his face in hopes of
562 more, but she was already standing, looking out across the square. She did not
563 see his attempt.
564     They walked across the street to the boarding house they had stayed in the
565 past two weeks. It's white washed picket fence surrounding the entire structure
566 like the web of a spider surrounding its insect prey. He stopped before she
567 could open the white gate and enter the yard. He was afraid. A chill ran down
568 and up his spine. He froze in place, eyes intent on the gate her hand rested
569 on. She looked at him and pulled on his left hand with her other hand. He did
570 not move, nor did he remove his stare. He could not move.
571     "Come on. We must hurry. This is no time to stop." She urged him with
572 her voice.
573      He could not speak.
574     "Now!" Her voice became more insistent.
575     Nothing. He was not there. The white and the fence and the house and
576 the town swallowed him up. She stood alone. The gate was open.
577     He awoke to soaking sheets and the buzz of the ship's claxon. More
578 gravity soon, and planetfall.
579 
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582 Mikey: Plans for meeting still a go? I'll be bringing the quiche.
583 Guardian: The PI isn't an original? I haven't gotten to that newsgroup yet. I
584 thought perhaps that was one of our favorite-other detective/spy writers. Oh
585 well, just another Compuserve-like posting.
586 Voyeur: Nirvana eh? Any chance of certain people ever getting out of there?
587 Leonard: You and your VT100. Now look at what you have started. CATS and DOGS
588 are fighting over line space. Tsk. We'll have to speak to the Group Of 
589 Directors about this.
590 Milch: So what's keeping you busy these days. Are you really programming 650x for smart-airplane wheel stops these
591 days? Sorry, that was an easy one I should have passed up. In the meantime, keep working on those assembly sound
592 routines. Are you developing on the 64 or are you (I hope) cross compiling? Like VAX to C64? Ya, that's the ticket.
593 kathyd: I hope your presence continues as well as your writing. Any chance of convincing a certain $$$ person to log in
594 as well?
595 *%_@*%)#*_^&_!)%&_!)%&_@#^*)*#%&)* L'homme sans Parity *%_*@)%*)%!_%*!_%*!%_!^&@_*@%(_)(%%(+__%(@*@&^&*%@&@^*@*_*~_)$*$(
596 
597 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZarf!
598 WHO CARES?
599 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
600 L'homme: I'm working on A) a digital sound data to SID register converter,
601 B) Hi-res dump to about a dozen different printers, and C) Revison II of the
602 Eye-Scan software.  Oh yeah.  I go to university classes, too.
603 No cross-compiling as yet, hopefully in a month or so I'll quit 6510 and do
604 68000 (Amiga!).  Right now I'm hip deep in source code at my room (I'm back in
605 Portland again, this time the Ondine building with another person).
606 Just enough time left in a day to lurk...
607 +++++++++++ Milchar ++++ October 22, 1986 at 2:06am ++++++++++++++++++++++++++
608 snore pie with yawn sauce.
609 
610 
611 WHO CARES?
612 (&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)
613 what the hell is snore pie and yawn sauce?
614 Falcon
615 (&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)(&)
616 NO!
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