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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
2 ************************** INSTALLED: 23 JAN 85 ********************
3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day system operator
4 ************************************************************
5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
18 ************************************************************
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22 She did not mean it, not then, she was too frustrated, I never trusted her, not enough.
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24 I sat down in the chair, softened it for my body, wrapped myself in a blanket til I was only uncomfortable. And too warm.
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26 The radio was playing, the lyrics rose and fell, one rose while the other fell, it disappeared forever, til next played.
27
28 lLyrics buffted me, they tired me. They should be more noble, something ought to be noble now. They simply played and no one
29 said a word to me.
30
31 I was crying, mourning my loss of beauty, I saw none. The curves of a breast meant only sex to me, and not simply to watch.
32 I was scared, and yet, something awesome was being born inside me, and I was scared of it.
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34 A lonely feeling, I admitted, a feeling two months old within me. A feeling of loss, or pathetic cries, never sure which, I
35 remembered, the bronchitus in her, the delirium of worry, worrying about my feelings when she discarded me.
36
37 The sense of trust ended there, again I was isolated, and my face started showing signs of perpetual worry, selfish worry,
38 and no one said a word to me.
39
40 Another drop slid over my eyelids, fell down my cheeks. I was counting. Twenty-two so far, and still, no said a word to me.
41
42 Niot a word.
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44 Another feeling, decision was discernable, if I wanted too. At one moment, I would want tto discern the decision, and at the
45 other moment, I would retreat into a frightened evaluation.
46
47 And It was there, and since I was mature I ought to take it and enact this. And a moment after I thought this, I still did.
48
49 A sense of terrible purpose had filled the space where indecision was, and I was going to do this thing.
50
51 One-thousand-one tears.
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55 above... please enter the next episode soon... i am worried... and perhaps for more than your story... i note a sense of
56 fright when i read your stories... and i worry about you...
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60 mark... i am tilean... only now did i notice you did not know... anyway... i did not make you out to be a liar... i will
61 send you a private message on cbbs aloha... if you want to talk...
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64 :::::::::::O O::::::::01/24::::::::::::::::::::::00:49:::::::O O:::::::::
65 L'homme: are you now using ^A's as a delay character? Reading your last
66 couple of entries, I got a lot of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA's.
67 Alex: regarding the irradiation of various (un)friendlies, my answer at
68 present is a definite 'maybe'. I'm working a lot of OT these days, and if
69 I get it out of the way during the week, I don't have to go in on Sat. or Sun.
70 What time would the festivities be beginning?
71 If you don't see this message, let me know, and I'll repeat it on PCS.
72 :::::::::::::::::O O::::::::::::::voyeur:::::::::::::::O O:::::::::::::::::
73 .............................................................................
74 (UPI Portland) Several thousand dollars worth of damage were done to a local
75 home early this morning. Police were investigating the home of Mike Day, who
76 had early been arrested on several counts of espionage, when several sounds
77 "exactly like a .357" (according to one officer involved) were heard. The
78 Multnomah County Sheriff admits that his men "may have over-reacted" by open-
79 ing fire. The police, according to a neighbor, "let loose with everything
80 with they had. I haven't seen that kind of firepower since 'Nam". Day,
81 according to neighbors, was noted as a brewer, and one eyewitness suggested
82 that the "gunshots" were actually only a couple of bottles popping their caps,
83 since home-brewed ales are noted for their yeast content and expansiveness.
84 Another neighbor said that Day had a room "made up just like an Inn. He liked
85 to stand behind the bar, pour drinks, and listen to stories his friends told
86 him." While the Sheriff's office had no comment on whether the ale was indeed
87 the cause of the shooting, an additional charge of brewing without a license
88 has been lodged against Day.
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90 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZippy
91 Hmmm, Been a while...
92 Guardian, Out of curiosity, how might you have met "My long-haired friend", and how did you know that I knew her?
93 But regardless, I will ask her tomorrow.
94 Mark, If I may be so bold, starting ann argument with tilean is highly inadvisible, as he has an almost Klingonoid
95 air about himself when he gets into conflict.
96 Prometheus, I'll have the monitor for you tomorrow, so you needn't worry about not getting your credit.
97 CaTammy, Are you still in existance?
98 IfZZZZZZZZZZZZ
99 Consciousness slowly returned to me as I rolled over. Bad move, I thought as the pain from the open wound on my
100 shoulder arced across my chest. I barely managed to sit up as the memories of the previous evening's fun came back to
101 me. "HI rI looked around at my surroundings: A decidedly feminine bedroom. I was lying on a decidedly feminine be
102 with decidedly feminine pink sheets ; I hate pink. Painfully, I propped myself up onto my elbows. Just then, the door
103 gave opened, and a breathtakingly beautiful woman entered the room. She was about 5'4", with long, dark flowing hair
104 that danced on the blue silk blouse that she wore. Somehow, she looked quite familiar, as if from a previous life. She
105 carbent down next to me and began to help me up. I r"I'm ok. I can move." I lied as I started my doomed attemt to rise.
106 Fortunately, the bed was still beneath me as my leg rudely told me to go bug somebody else. The girl, who couldn't have
107 been more than 17 or 18, again started to help me up, this time with an "I-told-you-so" sort of grin on her face.
108 This time I let her. For the first time, I saw her face close up; she was evn more beautiful than before. Painfully, we
109 made our way to the bathroom, which was abnormally large, with an equally oversized bathtub, w
110 which the woman then told me to get into. Slowly I complied. Getting my clothes off gave me a a chance to survey my
111 damage: I was a wreck. I had skin missing from both legs, and what looked like a bullet wound in my left shoulder.
112 I didn't remember getting shot, but the memory of being flung from the Greyhound was inescapable.
113 The tub was almost full as I stepped in. The woman was still in the room, and giving me a look that made me long for
114 my Mr. Bubble.
115 TheI realized with a start that I still didn't know exactly who this person was.
116 "Ummm, If I may be so bold, Ummm, Who exactly are you?" I asked.
117 "My name is Christine Leason." She said in a trilling voice. "You are Dr. Alexi Danforth, aren't you?" Hmmm, I thought,
118 How did she know that?? "How did you know that?", I asked, suddenly feeling stupid as I remembered a little something
119 that had been in existance for a long time: identification; commonly found in one's wallet.
120 "It's called Identification", She said, "Commonly found in one's wallet.", she continued, lifting a hand to reveal my
121 pilot's liscense. "But seriously, My father and I have been looking for you for some time now. We need your
122 expertise.". "What expertise might that be?" I asked, now wishing desperately for my Mr.Bubble. "Later." She said,"right
123 now we have to get you patched back together" She picked up a scrub-brush and started toward the tub.
124 I wasn't so sure I wanted my Mr. Bubble anymore...
125 ZZZZZZZZZZZZ
126 Hmmm, My first attempt at BW fiction... What do you think? Should I bother continuing?? Please let me know...
127 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZippy
128 up 20
129 ZZZZZ
130 Enter only.. DRAT!!
131 ZZZZZ
132 Zippy: Looks good to me... eavesdropper
133
134 Long night this night
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138 I slowly lifted my head, enjoying for a few seconds more the feathered pillow that softened this mattress. No, not seconds,
139 more like moments, which are more easily twisted into hours when you do not want to wake up.
140
141 Soft things filled my room, from the pillow to the soft animals I pet and worried over as a child, and many other things.
142 And not a single one of them did I care about, I looked around and there was nothing that I would not delete if it became a
143 useless thing.
144
145 I do not care about these things, I told myself, and I beleived myself about this. The reason I do not destroy them is that
146 it would be stupid, shredding something simply to be shredding something makes no sense.
147
148 It was strange, to feel this, and deep inside I was shivering, to know what I seemed to have become while I slept. I have no
149 part of me left from the night before! Is this what it is like to be a grown-up?!?
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153 A startling sense of purpose came over me, as I realized that I was going to this thing.
154
155 My fingers sslid between the holes. I pulled back to dial the other well practiced numbers. Often I had dialed there, and
156 hung up quickly, scared of her.
157
158 My fingers grasped the loops, and wrapped them beneath each other, pulled tight. Shoes were tied, pockets held what they
159 should, and my coat was on.
160
161 I fell into the bench, pleased to be simply sitting again after the jog to get to the stop before the 4:20 am bus went by.
162
163 I extened my wrists, hand gripped the bar, fingers dripped the coins, eyes met the driver's, shame averted my eyes from his.
164 She still laid there, crying, perhaps she knew what was happening, what would.
165
166 I tugged at the wire, letting go soon after, soon Amy would come to the door, soon I would nestle with her. Would she hold
167 Or would she force her tounge into my mouth?
168
169 I pushed the proper bell, waited for the chime, this house ought to have a chime, perfect for one I thought. I heard Amy
170 stumbling down her stairs and start to turn the knob.
171
172 The overwhelming presence of this moment as a here and now amazed me, as I looked at her beauty and realized what I had now
173 committed myself to. What I had done, and was going to do.
174
175 She shushed me, told me to be quiet, the neighbors and all, and led me up stairs to her bed room, which added to my tention.
176 To my suprise, she sat down on the terrace floor, looking out from her bedroom. Sitting on the cement, suddenly still, I
177 could not but think thoughts that were to me, profound, to other's foolish.
178
179 I extended my arms, she took them and held me tightly, seemingly in defiance of Lana. We held each other for a long time,
180 her face hidden from my sight by her hair.
181
182 She started weeping, or I noticed her weeping, I am not sure, and she sobbed "I do not care about the," She sobbed back yet
183 another series of shudders and continued "soft things in my room, I do not care any more about their beauty." A startled look
184 of amazement crossed my face.
185
186 I sat her up, straightening her beautiful back, and held her soft cheeks so that she looked at my eyes, and told her the way
187 I had been feeling for the past two weeks. And we both cried.
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192 The fourth Allen brother was Stewart, who had a temper every bit as quick
193 to ignite as his flame-red hair indicated. Although he was accepted as a
194 brother by the others, he had come home with Jeff one day--and had stayed with
195 the Allens thereafter. He wouldn't ever speak of his origins, but the others
196 noticed how upset he would get whenever he saw a child mistreated. He'd had
197 several fist-fights with men he had seen abusing their horses, but his fists
198 weren't quite so quick as his anger, and it had taken interference by one or
199 another of the brothers to save him from a couple of bad beatings.
200 The last of the brothers was Mickey, and no-one was quite sure why he was
201 so much larger than the rest. Although he wasn't "taller than any tree I
202 ever seen", as Mike said once, at 6'7" he towered over his brothers by at
203 least six inches. He had shoulders and strength to match, and had repeatedly
204 beaten all comers in the wrestling matches at the county fair. We was the
205 most gentle of the brothers, his size ensuring that few would dare provoke
206 him. A ragged scar ran down his face, a reminder of the one fight he had l
207 been losing, where his opponent had been putting the boots to him before
208 Mickey had realized, that big as he was, he was in a fight for his life.
209 After he'd understood that, well, then he'd reached up with those massive
210 hands and broken the man's arm. Afterward, he tried to apologize for hurting
211 the other man, but the man's friends wouldn't let Mickey anywhere near him.
212 A tough lot, the Allen brothers, the forman thought to himself as he
213 moved on up the hill, and yet there was no-one he'd rather have on his side
214 when things got rough, or when the work needed to be done. He would ask Mike
215 if they wouldn't mind helping him build a new home for his wife and son. The
216 company quarters given to a foreman were fine for a man on his own, but were
217 too dirty and dingy for a woman, especially a woman like Kim. Besides, she
218 was determined that Jinkin would go to school regularly. The foreman doubted
219 the use of schooling, but when Kim got her mind set, it was always easier--or
220 at least more peaceful--to do things the way she wanted. Like his boy's name:
221 what kind of name was Jinkin for a man? He didn't care that it was the name
222 of his wife's maternal grandfather, and he doubted anyone else but she did
223 either. Well, it was over and done with, no use crying over spilled milk. At
224 least she wasn't lazy, which was more than he could say for more than most of
225 the people from Ireland.
226 Billy Cleary was a perfect example of why the Irish shouldn't be allowed
227 in America; almost as big as Mickey Allen, he didn't do half the work. He was
228 probably up in the fog somewhere, sitting on his butt and smoking a cigarette.
229 If only the foreman could catch him doing that, then Cleary'd be practically
230 rode out of town on a rail! There was nothing more dreaded in the huge pine
231 forests than fire, and all smoking was strictly forbidden by every timber com-
232 pany. All Cleary, and his best friend and fellow lay-about Bob Starbuck,
233 cared about was the rotgut whiskey and whores they got in town. Well, as
234 careless as the two of them were, maybe they'd fall out of the tree they were
235 topping and end the foreman's problems...
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237 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
238 As the sun sank low in the evening sky, the piper stood watching the
239 celestial light show -- waiting to see that pure flash of lambent green
240 that legend says follows the tropical sunset. The tropical sun was bloated
241 and red near the horizon, swelled and cooled by the invisible mists in the
242 depth of atmosphere the light traversed before reaching the island. The
243 piper shivered slightly, then chuckled thinking of the chill weather back
244 at the inn. A shiver in 70 degree weather? The misty rains of his native
245 climate might kill him, if this was cold.
246 He felt a small hand steal into his palm. He could not see her face in
247 the shadows with eyes narrowed to follow the glory of the sun. As the
248 bottom rim of the sun began its plunge into the deeps, she spoke.
249 The piper did not recall the exact words she used -- the tone and intonation
250 and marshalling of argument and counter-argument -- but he felt himself
251 swayed by her purpose. By the time the green flash swept over the heavens,
252 he had agreed to postpone his departure for several more weeks. He had
253 acknowledged his debt long ago and she was starting to call it due.
254 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
255 HI THERE EVERYBODY! JUST TESTING MY MACHINE HERE. MAKING SURE THAT IT IS
256 TRANSMITTING OK AT 300 BUAD. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
257 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
258 OK. I COME BACK AFTER HAVING BEEN GONE FOR AWHILE AND ALL I FIND ARE A COUP
259 LE OF LOVE AFFAIR STORIES. EXCEPT FOR PIPER, ALL OF THE FANTASY SEEM TO HAV
260 E DISAPPEARED AND NET SEEMS TO BE ONLY A PASSING THING. WELL, WELL. IT'S A
261 LITTLE STRANGE. BOTH OF THE LOVE AFFAIR STORIES LOOK A LOT ALIKE. 4:20? AND
262 I THOUGHT THAT MY HOURS WERE STRANGE. I THINK THAT I WILL PUT IN MY OWN PIE
263 CE OF A STORY IF I CAN THINK OF ONE. SOME OF THE STUFF THAT I USED TO READ
264 HERE LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE GOING TO GO TO SOME KIND OF MAGAZINE FOR PUBLISH
265 ING. I'LL JUST HAVE TO SETTLE WITH WHAT I CAN GET FOR NOW. CAN SOMEBODY LET
266 ME KNOW IF THIS ROMANCE STUFF IS GOING TO STICK AROUND FOR AWHILE? MAYBE I
267 CAN FORCE MYSELF TO WRITE ONE OF THEM IF THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE WANT. <<8:36>>
268 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- JUGGLER -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
269
270 OFF
271 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ( ...)
272 ZZZZZZZippy: She is all you said she is.
273 $$$$$$: If that is the way it has to be. I know that you're not alone.
274 Juggler: If you don't already know, the underlying theme at The INN is murcurial at best sometimes. Yes, it does look like
275 romances are the thing to do right now, but you are only partially correct. You've missed one hum-dinger of a NET series.
276 Almost EVERYONE that was in on it was included, and then some. Your loss...
277 Grizzly: Alright, Buckwheat... Keep up the insinuations and me thinks you shall
278 be cannon fodder in no time. GRRR to you too...
279 Others: Hiya! Howzit goin'?
280 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the missing Guardian 24:09?
281
282 EN
283 *********************************************************************
284 VOYEUR: ACTUALLY, L'HOMME USED ^O WHICH I CHANGED TO ^A AS I GOT SICK
285 AND TIRED OF IT FLIPPING MY TERMINAL AT WORK TO INVERSE VIDEO.
286 *********************** CISTOP MIKEY *****************************************
287 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . so capa de sombras. .
288 Gaurdian- I haven't spoke/wrote to you in awile, saying "hi!"
289 Adrian- Everything you write here is wonderful...
290 Prometheus- Thank you.
291 Katherine- Yesternoon I thought up a poem. Uncloaked, my face is... I shall
292 leave it on the lines below. Titled, it is not. If you or another thinks of a
293 title, tell it to me... I'm sure it could follow many. The tongue we speak by
294 gives words twisted meanings. Thank you for your note, consequently...
295
296 white light shines down apon the rose
297 the light scares away the darkness
298 the darkness, the blackness, crawls into its shadow
299 brilliance causes clarity to give away
300 sun light streches across the darkened sky
301 worshipped, it is the cause of growing things
302 glorified, it gives us birth
303 hated, becomes the fall of night
304 the rose becomes enchanted by contrast
305 its beauty reflects the starlit night
306 ugliness is seen by squinted eye
307 the black rose is called Evil, like the night
308 violent hands grip the rose
309 palms are pierced, crimson falls with petals
310 unpronounced goes the death of beauty
311 falling past without proper recognition
312 . . . . . . . . . . . . -Tanya. . . . .
313 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^
314 Tanya
315 Thank you for the complement. May I return it, as I find the poem above
316 to be wonderful.
317 Knifewealder
318 Awaiting the next installment. Good stuff, but it scares me. I guess
319 that is testimony to just how good it is.
320 P.S. Tanya
321 Good to see you here again.
322 Adrian
323 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^^^
324 DOES ANYONE KNOW OF A CARMEN SMITH?? IF YOU KNOW HER, PLEASE HAVE HER
325 CALL THE 800 NUMBER, SHE WILL UNDERSTAND....THANKS
326 Hmmm. What's going on here? Guardian, you seem to be the one who tells us
327 occasional droppers-in about missing episodes(disks?)....
328 { ^+/* ---------------- ^+/* ---------------- */+^ ---------------- */+^ }
329 Being around the Inn for some time now, both as a lurker and a participant,
330 I've come to appreciate it as a place where people can express what they are
331 thinking and feeling. There's an aspect of the interaction here that I feel
332 is worth noting. Please understand I'm not presenting this as some sort of
333 fact so much as merely a way of looking at things. Some people view others in
334 what I would call 'acceptance mode'. No matter what they have to say either
335 pro or con there as air of acceptance of the other person's viewpoint. On the
336 other hand are those who get into 'judgement mode' where a determination of
337 the quality of the other person's viewpoint is made. There will be some of
338 each of these modes in most any ongoing interaction. It's not always easy to
339 indicate or detect which mode is in effect.
340 { ^+/* --------------- The Mesolithic Mathematician --------------- */+^ }
341 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ...........
342 lurk...
343 Geez, talk about garbage, what was the above all about?
344 All: when did this poem thing start? The earliest poem I remember(short term memory is the first to go) was from Logan.
345 Who was before that?
346 Well, if poems are the thing, I guess I might as well join in...
347
348 REACH.
349 TOMMOROW IS NEAR.
350 SEARCH.
351 YESTERDAY IS GONE.
352 FEEL.
353 LOVE IS FLOWING.
354 SPEAK.
355 OTHERS MUST KNOW.
356 LISTEN.
357 WORDS ARE RETURNING.
358 SLEEP.
359 TIME MOVES SWIFTLY.
360 AWAKEN.
361 DEATH IS A THIEF.
362 SILENCE.
363
364 IT IS NOW...
365
366 lurk...
367 |_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|
368 LURK ABOVE: Glad to see your not doing so.
369 |_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|
370 WANTED: A GOOD TERMINAL PROGRAM, OR ADVICE ON THE BEST COPY PROGRAM FOR THE 64. LEAVE RESPONSES WITH THE HEADER (HAVE:)
371 IT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED.
372 THIS IS FRED. CHECKING IN FOR THE FIRST TIME
373
374
375
376 LIST
377
378 OFF
379
380
381 HOW DO I GET OUT OF THIS?
382
383
384 Well well. Backwater is going through a phase I've not seen much of before -
385 all the Harlequin Romances. Not to mention the poetry. I myself am waiting for
386 the return to the fantasy (remember Oz? The Bolos?).
387 A few more turns of the wheel, I suppose. Waiting is.
388 _innocent bysitter_
389 ONCE HOOKED TO THE MACHINE, THE ATTENTION WAS FIRMLY RIVETED. HE COULD NOT TEAR AWAY, DESPITE THE CRIES OF HIS CHILDREN AND
390 WIFE. THE BLOOD DRAINED FROM HIS EYES. HE WAS DECIDEDLY FOREVER WITHIN THE
391 OTHER WORLD BEHIND THE SCREEN. "GIVE ME THAT", SHE HOLLERED.
392
393 I GUESS HE DID....
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395 L'homme: Hum, I wonder who it was then? Oh well... Glad to hear you're better.
396 #$##$##$##$#
397 Quickly, I moved through the massive door. Shots were fired again, this time by automatic weapons. It sounded
398 like a full-scale invasion. What had NET done that warranted this?
399 The man (who was this guy, anyway?) quickly told me that we were under full attack, and that few agents were around
400 to hold them back. We were evacuating.
401 The man led me farther and farther, through a twisty maze of passages until I felt sure we were lost.
402 Suddenly, we burst into sunlight. Our flight had covered several blocks underround. Off to my left I saw the man
403 who called himself L'homme, carrying several weapons and scanning the area behind us. He threw me my chrono and Betsy
404 as we kept going. 'I wonder where to now?', I thought.
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407 To: Mr. MacHinery
408 From: John K. O'Hara, District Supervisor, North American continent
409 Subject: Common problems
410 Yes, Mr. MacHinery, we do seem to have some personnel problems. Harry "Sluggs"
411 Foster, one of our operatives, has a nasty habit of hiring teenage punks to do
412 dirty work. Of course, the intelligence level of the work itself decreases as
413 a whole. Measures have been taken to insure that similar happenings do not
414 occur in the future. But we, it seems, are not the only agency with troubles.
415 YOUR agents, Minsky and Flemming, have problems just checking in regularly.
416 I do hope you'll be able to correct the situation soon. Oh, by the way, I just
417 heard about the assault on one of your holding areas. Tough break, I would
418 say. One would think that someone has assumed command of the Bajkneeshies and
419 ordered them to attack. You don't have any enemies that would want to do that,
420 do you?
421 -John K. O'Hara
422 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
423 To: All UNDERGROUND operatives
424 From: John K. O'Hara, District Supervisor, North American continent
425 Subject: Current NET harassment
426 It has come to my attention that certain of our agents have in their employ
427 high-school thugs. This, in itself, is of no concern to this agency- but the
428 juvenile acts of vandalism that have been committed in the name of UNDERGROUND
429 certainly go against the grain of our policy of 'kill them with wit'. Pure
430 violence will NOT do, despair and a few other similar emotions should be
431 encouraged in the victim beforehand. Any further such actions done by agents
432 or their employees will be considered to be an application for removal from
433 UNDERGROUND.
434 You do, of course, realize just HOW you are removed.
435 -John K. O'Hara
436 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
437 To: Elizabeth Ryan
438 From: John K. O'Hara, District Supervisor, North American continent
439 Subject: Further orders
440 Miss Ryan: Your orders, as of January 24th, 1985 are as follows:
441 1. You are to find and log any NET strongholds in the Portland Metro area.
442 Reports are to be broadcast via radio at the predetermined frequency.
443 Of course, scramble them.
444 2. You are to find the whereabouts of the lost ID card with the microdot on
445 it. The identity of the man carrying it has now been discovered: the
446 man is Eugene F. Farley, of Portland, OR. This card MUST be recovered,
447 and as soon as possible.
448 3. Concerning Mr. Farley, again: He should be driving an unusual car.
449 Decode the following sequence and recite it to the car, then drive it
450 back to UNDERGROUND's Porland branch. It seems to be the only model
451 FD-78 that didn't explode after 5 days.
452 That will be all for now, Miss Ryan. Do not forget to begin broadcasting your
453 reports.
454 -John K. O'Hara
455 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
456 Ah, yes, I almost forgot: the sequence- it is "GLOROLD ESUHRIPP SLROWLE
457 LEYUPROEP". O'Hara, Out.
458 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
459 .............................................................................
460 (UPI Washington) The trial of Mike Day, of Portland OR, will begin tomorrow
461 here. The Attorney General's office expressed their confidence in obtaining
462 a conviction quickly, one attorney saying that the government had an open and
463 shut case. Day has been charged with releasing confidential information (by
464 means as yet undisclosed by the FBI or DIA) relating to a hijacking of a US
465 Army weapons convoy in Washington state. Day's attorney, Ima Schmuck, said
466 today that their defense would rest mainly on Day's strength of character,
467 although he admitted that the defense was having trouble finding character
468 witnesses for Day. Schmuck refused to comment on the news that further
469 charges of attempted bribery were to be brought against Day for offering a
470 "whole case of ale" to arresting officers.
471 ---------------------- related story on page D-4 ----------------------------
472 ................................................................................
473 ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
474 BUILD A BETTER MOUSETRAP
475 Place cat in trap; cat is polar opposite of mouse; opposites attract.
476 Cat attracts mouse. Remove mouse forom interior of cat. Re-assemble.
477
478 Strew house with cheese-flavored Brillo, apply magnetic field to trap.
479 Mouse eats Brillo. A concentrated beam of mice flows into trap. Cut beam into
480 small sections to obtain individual mice.
481
482 Place a photograph of cheese inside the trap. Catch a photograph of a mouse.
483 Assume that the mouse will eventually drop by to pick up his picture. Wait.
484
485 Greatly increase gravitational field in vicinity of trap. Mice are inexorably
486 drawn to trap, as are you, your furniture, your family, and several square miles
487 of your neighborhood. Sort through debris to find mouse.
488
489 Locate mouse-hole. Invert it and mouse will fall out. Pick him up and put
490 him in trap. Smile inscrutably.
491
492 Spray infinite area outside trap with nouse repellent. Mouse will be forced
493 into trap. Spray area inside trap with mouse repellent. Mouse will be forced
494 into your waiting hands. Gloat.
495
496 Establish mouse-brothel in trap. Blow whistle and raid it.
497
498 Ascribe mouselike qualities to anything that enters the trap. Be eloquent.
499
500 Postulate that there is NO GOOD REASON why a mouse ought not to be in the trap.
501 Assuming the universe to be reasonable, you find that there IS a mouse in
502 the trap. Grab him before the universe becomes less reasonable.?????????
503 For those who are interested for whatever reason:
504 Supervised test for prospective Mensans, 12:45-4:30 p.m. at a downtown Portland
505 location. Test s also scheduled for late March and late April. Contact the
506 Testing Coordinator, W. Brewster Gillett, P. O. Box 3707, Portland, OR 97208;
507 or phone him at 245-3707.
508 ????????????????????????????? QUIZMASTER ????????????????????????????????
509 As they ran Farley heard his companion say something to L'homme
510 bout "the destruct is set".
511 010101010101
512 KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV
513 Police and Fire officials are still investigating the gun battle,
514 explosion and blackout in a Southeast Portland neighborhood. Early reports
515 indicate that this chain of events started with a commando-style raid on a
516 home. Before parrived in response to calls that likened the fighting to "a
517 small war", there was an explosion.
518 The explosion was apparently in a sub-basement. This area was apparently
519 added in violation of both the building code and zoning ordinances,
520 according to city spokesman A. Nueman.
521 FoThe explosion was followed almost immediately by what some claim was
522 a "local electromagnetic pulse". This "pulse" knocked out power in a two
523 block radius and damaged electronic equipment over a wider area.
524 There has been no official word on what relation this has to the raid
525 and explosion. The ruins of the structure are cordoned off pending arrival
526 of federal experts.
527 More on this story as it develops.
528 KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV KPTV
529 *************************************************************************
530 Tanya: congrats!!! I really liked you poem, perhaps the best name is the
531 one you have already given it. I really liked the feeling I got when I
532 read it. thank-you.
533 Prometh: aauurrgg, I wish I could spell your name, Bring your board
534 (pente) again. I haven't played since I played you last but I feel
535 lucky.
536 lurk: I received a communication from another writer on another board
537 about jumping into my present story. He wanted to do Jack, So
538 how about a change in plans for you, How about Tina? She is just
539 your standard yuppie with a couple of illegal idea's. I guess
540 she's trying to build a better mousetrap too.
541 Guardian: T is getting better, but Bernie still won't take any S**t off
542 me. Patsy is getting interresting, It's amazing they can
543 live toghether. But that's none of my beeswax of course.
544 All: It looks like "the great peanut butte caper" is aquiring some needed
545 talent, I will be meeting with my new partners hopefully soon to
546 devise our moves. Red Neck Rod, I'm afraid will be killed in the
547 story ,b ut we plan to torture him untill he pukes first.
548 **********************************************kathy************************
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550 Somehow, the bottom of the disk is not condicive to an elaborate entry.
551 Does the rythm of the inn seem to be picking up in tempo to everyone else?
552 We seem to have gone through several phases in quick succession!
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554 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
555 'THEUS: You were not what I was expecting to be on the sofa this
556 morning. I hope that your trip to SIAM was pleasent. I will look
557 forward to seeing you again under more awakening situations this
558 Saturday at PorSFiS and there after.
559 ALL: I'm at work right now, I hope that I can read the disk
560 before it does a rotation on me.
561 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PaPa Smurf 1-25-85 07:42
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563 To all who speak Imllrian (im LUHR e n):
564 Lpaees onityf em fi uyo psaek ym algnaueg. I ahev na nietertsnig tsroy
565 ofr uyo.
566
567 Hte Imllre
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301 worshipped, it is the cause of growing things
302 glorified, it gives us birth
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