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Underground eXperts United
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[ ABB Part I ] [ By The GNN ]
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ABB PART I: 'FALL GUY'
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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backing up by PHEARLESS
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This is the First part of the ABB (Absurdities Beyond Belief) trilogy.
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Based upon several (very) true incidents, late spring 1995. The names has
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been changed to protect the innocent and the 'innocent.'
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% cd
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/usr/home/baba: No such file or directory
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I could not believe my eyes. That was not supposed to happen. Naturally,
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minor malfunctions in the system occurred every day, but this was truly
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extraordinary. I wondered if the system was on its way to crash - implying
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that this error message was just the tip of something very nasty, but yet
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not discovered. Since I was the only one who actually knew how the networks
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worked around this place, a horrible vision of the future crossed my, all of
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a sudden, paranoid mind: Me, sitting here day and night, trying to repair
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the structures destroyed. I had to find out why the computer challenged me,
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before it was too late.
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Someone knocked on my door. Before I was able to answer, Mary Ivory threw
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the door open and looked inside. Obviously, she had put her friendly face on
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today, since she asked me if I wanted some coffee for the ten o'clock break.
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She seldom does that. You see, Mary is that kind of person who mostly cares
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about herself. Her psyche seems to consist several different personalities,
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and it is not hard to understand that they all require attention.
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I said yes.
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"See you in five minutes then!" she said with a friendly voice and closed
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the door.
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I looked at the screen again. The error message was gone. In fact, the
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whole screen was completely dark. I was doomed. I knew how this week would
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turn out to be. Late nights, coffee, searching for the failure. I leaned
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back in the chair and let my eyes wander around the a office. The
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white walls came closer and closer. How the hell did I end up in this
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impersonal machine?
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Never mind, it was time to drink that coffee. I found three people in the
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rest room. Chris, Mary and Carina.
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Chris greeted me with a jolly "Hello there!" as I entered the nice rest
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room. He was, as usual, barely shaved. A huge snuff was placed under his lip
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and the black stuff was shown every time he smiled. Disgusting.
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"Hi!" Carina said with a friendly voice. I noticed that she had put on
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too much make-up today too.
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I sat down and grabbed my mug. Mary had filled it to the limit. I took
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a sip and looked out the window. We had a wonderful view over a bay area.
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Then I discovered that the coffee tasted very strange, almost like hype. I
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was to ask Mary about it, but I never got the chance.
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"You drink a lot of coffee nowadays. Why is that so?" Chris suddenly asked
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me, dead serious.
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I did not understand the question. I guessed it was some kind of joke.
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"Why do you ask?
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He did not answer.
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"Do you work for the government?" I said and smiled.
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No one laughed.
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Carina flew out of her chair and screamed: "Answer the question, now!"
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The sudden attack surprised me. "I don't know..." I said. Then they all
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turned silent. I drank the coffee while they watched me. I could see it
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that their eyes were filled with hate. I wondered what I had done.
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I could not drink the whole cup, since the coffee tasted so peculiar. I
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left the half-empty cup on the table and made my way back to my office.
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Thoughts wandered around in my head. It felt like something was going on
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behind my back. But I decided to forget it all. This was probably just one
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of those days when it feels like you are in the twilight zone.
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The very moment I touched the handle to my door, I saw a shadow in the
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corned of my eye. I turned around, but it was no one there.
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"Haven't you learned that it's unpolite to just enter a room without
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knocking on the door?" the unfamiliar woman behind my desk asked.
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I froze. Had I entered the wrong office? No, this was the correct door.
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But everything that belonged to me was gone. Behind the desk (I noticed that
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it was not the same desk as I had used) sat a woman. She had a simple
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type-writer in front of her, and she looked rather annoyed.
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In fact, the walls were not even white any more, they were yellow.
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"Is this some kind of joke?" I asked.
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She did not reply. She just shook her head, sighed, and continued to
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type. She was obviously not interested in my company. I stepped out and
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closed the door. Then I counted the doors from the rest room to the office I
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had been into. It was supposed to be five doors between my office and the
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rest room. Everything appeared to be normal. Five doors; but behind the
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fifth door, in my office, sat someone else.
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I knocked on the door and entered without waiting for an answer.
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"How long have you been here?" I asked the woman.
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She replied that she had been working for this company for over five
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years. "I meant, how long have you had this office?"
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"Since yesterday."
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I bursted into the rest room. The break had been over for several minutes
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but all familiar faces were there, sipping on the coffee. They did not even
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notice me as I entered.
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I raised my voice. "Okay, what's going on in here?"
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They looked at me. Then they looked at each other. Chris cleared his
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throat and said: "Is there a problem?"
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"Yes, a great problem! Who's the clown in my office?"
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No one said a word. Chris looked at Carina, Carina looked at Mary. Mary
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stared at me with confused eyes. After a while, she opened her big mouth.
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"I think you are talking to the wrong people. You ought to talk to the
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ghost." she said.
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"And who the hell is 'the ghost?'"
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I saw something move in the corner of my eye.
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"Oh, he is just behind you!" Mary said a pointed at someone behind me. I
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quickly turned around - just in time to see a shadow pass by. I rushed out
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in the corridor, closing the door behind me. No one was there. Then,
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suddenly, a I saw a door slowly close a couple of meters away from me.
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I could hear the conversation in the rest room. They spoke about me,
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wondering who I was. Chris claimed that he had never seen me before. I felt
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dizzy. This was just too much. I walked to the door that just had been closed.
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At first, I knocked very gently. But when no one opened, I began to violently
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bang my fist onto the door. I demanded that who-ever-it-was should open the
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door at once before I trashed the door.
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Still, no one opened. I fell down on my knees.
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"Mister?" a dark voice said behind the door.
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"Yes?" I replied. The door appeared like a gigantic monolith in front
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of me.
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"Do you want answers to your questions?" the voice continued.
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"Y-yes." I stuttered.
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"Then go back to your office."
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I got to my feet and did as instructed. There was no one the office. The
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room was completely empty, the woman and the furniture was gone. A white
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envelope lied on the floor. I picked it up. Inside, I found a note, written
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with letters cut out from a magazine.
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tHE resT KNOWS of nothing to be OF everYTHing
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NEED for aLL THInGS CANNOT BE
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wanting, SEARCHIng
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GO GO GO final EXIT
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There was also a map over the city included. Someone had marked the
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location of the company building with a circle. A straight line was drawn
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from the circle to a small road just outside the city. On that road, at the
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end of the line, a symbol that resembled of a cross had been drawn.
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I ran out of the building to my car. The wheels screeched as I sped out
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of the parking lot, heading for the road outside the city. I understood
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that the answers to my questions was to be found there. I drove like a speed
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devil, not stopping for any red light nor paying attention to the traffic
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around me.
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It took me a an hour to get out of the city and to the small road. It
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was a dusty road, seldom used. At the place were the cross had been drawn
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on the map, two men awaited me. I parked behind their car and stepped out.
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The two men said nothing, everything was silent. No birds sang, no wind
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blew. For a moment, I thought that nothing would happen, that I would never
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get any answers to my questions. The two men just stood by their car,
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looking at me.
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But suddenly, one of them opened the trunk to their car and brought up a
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can of gasoline. When they had pushed me to the ground they slowly poured
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the flammable liquid all over me. One of the men lighted a match and threw
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it against me. Before I was engulfed in flames it all came clear to me; All
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my questions had been answered.
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///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Did you hear that SIGNAL?
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It revealed stupidity. Non-stupidity: THE STASH +46-13-READIT
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We just took you to war.
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uXu #302 Underground eXperts United 1996 uXu #302
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Call PhOD BBS -> +55-2129-49984
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