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------------ Jun 25, 1987
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Anarchy Inc. ...presents...
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------------ Eric C. Thompson in the World of Osbert
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a short, rather fictional tale by Alex of Atlantis
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"Eric's my name," Eric starts telling you. "I've been here before." He
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shakily brings the cigarette up to his mouth and takes a drawl. After
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spurting forth coughs of the smoke he wipes his brow and continues.
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"It's not like I don't know what's going on. You all may have been there,
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may have not. I just know what's happened to me." He looks around the group
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uneasily; all of you sitting quietly on your folding chairs in the circle. He
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leans back and stretches, obviously pushing onward in his commentary with
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exaggerated frustration..
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"It all happened one day when I was sitting home alone. A day, quite
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like this one," he tells, staring out the window to the side, where the last
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beam of sunlight can be seen thrusting inward toward the curtains, pushing
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the curtains aside after standing and facing the window, he turns, his face
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sweating. He takes a puff on the cigarette, and comes back to the chair.
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"I was sitting, reading an Apple manual on Pascal 1.2. UCSD. I always
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hated it, but it was the only Pascal I had," he tells, lowering his voice so
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that you have to lean in to hear him.
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"Then a cold rush covered me.."
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For some reason, you feel cold.
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"I started to get a little nervous, I went over and checked my thermo-
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stat."
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Your hands feel itchey. You can't sit quite still. You look around, but
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no one else seems to be uncomfortable.
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"It was fine. I went and sat down. It felt like the whole room was
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caving in on me, surrounding me."
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You feel almost a paranoia. You look around, but all the people in your
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circle are just gazing into Eric C. Thompson's eyes, almost transfixed. You
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lift your gaze to look at him, and he is staring right at you.
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"It felt as if a knife had been plunged through my heart."
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Pain. Pain in your chest. He looks at you. His eyes so cold, his gaze
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so calculating--as if--as if--pain..
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"I couldn't breathe..I couldn't remember..It was as if people I knew had
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just disappeared from existance and I would never know who they were or why
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I would have known them."
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You feel yourself slipping away. You scream, but no one can hear you.
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You look into his eyes. He smiles slightly. Darkness. You are gone.
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"But then the feeling goes away." Osbert looked out from Eric's eyes
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for a moment, and saw the students awaiting the next tale. They all smiled
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at each other. He smiled at himself.
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"Who's next?" he asked, letting Eric take a needed puff on his cigarette.
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<Please> asked Eric inside his mind, <Let me go.>
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Osbert just smiled and looked out the window.
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"And then there was this other time," he told, orienting on the next
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group.
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..Anarchy Inc.; June 25, 1987; by Alexander of Atlantis; EOF; (c)opy, right?..
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Anarchy inc. "The text-file people."
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------------ MCMLXXXIV to MCMLXXXV: Still going strong.
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