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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
2 ************************ INSTALLED: 11 NOV 86 ************************
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 thepright 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 *************************************************************************
19
20 i am at the top. hip hip hooray!!!! it's not often this happens, tis a time
21 to celebrate. i am quite enthused. this has made my whole day. now i can be
22 happy. i was getting rather blue until now!!
23
24 vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
25 +++++++++ first, now second... Milch ++++++++++ November 12, 1986 at 12:15am
26 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
27 WHO CARES?
28 . . . .
29
30
31
32 PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE
33
34 Prague
35 February 6
36
37 "Let me see your papers,"
38 "Of course,"
39
40 Lipton spoke with the accent and disposition of a Canadian. With a deliberate
41 trace of French pronunciation in each of his words. If it were another
42 European nation, he would almost surely have been taken as a tourist from
43 France. Not so. These were Warsaw Pact soldiers. Part of a single Iron State
44 for over four decades. So, not used to listening to accents in the style of
45 Quebec.
46
47 He handed his slips of paper over to the guards.
48 While he waited for the lieutenant in the gray uniform to inspect the papers,
49 he observed the red epaulets, and the details of the rifles. Each soldiers
50 breath matched the static pattern on their overcoats. Each of their feet were
51 restless and their hands were rubbed together in a vain attempt to change the
52 Winter on the stone paved streets of Prague.
53
54 White knuckles on the hands that held the papers up for inspection showed that
55 the cold was effecting them. Duty required that he see these. Desire to
56 perform that duty kept the hands out in the Winter winds.
57
58 "In order. Stay off the streets tonight sir, it is too cold,"
59 Words spilled out from the rattling teeth of the lieutenant. His humor was
60 appreciated by Lipton, who gathered up his nerve and laughed with the soldiers
61 at the irony of the joke. Martial law had been in effect in Prague since the
62 Finnish Incursion.
63
64 Eventually he walked off into the night. Leaving the soldiers at a burning
65 stack of wood and newspapers in drum. That night, Lipton saw to the renting of
66 an office in the upper stories of a deserted warehouse. Near the Secretariat
67 building and his flat. It was a month and a large number of empty days and
68 nights before his training would be used.
69
70 PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE
71
72 HOW CLEVER!
73 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
74
75 Turing Test Number 2 (words: Bob Kanefsky, music: "Lola" by the Kinks)
76 I met her playing chess at the AI lab,
77 Where the corn chips taste like they're circuits dipped in Mazola.
78 And foo bar bazola.
79 She sent me some MAIL, and she asked me to TALK.
80 I asked her her name and in a dark brown she typed "Mola".
81 Ey-el-ey-en-ola. AI Motorola.
82
83 Well, I'm not the world's most intelligent guy,
84 But she beat me at chess without seeming to try.
85 Oh, my Mola. AI Motorola.
86 Well, I'm not dumb, but I just don't know
87 Why she typed so fast and she thought so slow.
88 Oh, my Mola. AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
89
90 Well, we ate corn chips and stayed up late,
91 Locked in electric tete-a-tete.
92 She talked of love and wrote some poetry,
93 And said, "Dear boy, won't you come visit me?"
94 Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy,
95 But when I read her poems, I completely fell for my Mola,
96 AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
97 Mola! AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
98
99 I walked to her room.
100 I opened the door.
101 I fell to the floor.
102 I climbed up the ramp.
103 And I blinked at her and she at me.
104
105 And that's the way that I want it to stay,
106 And I always want it to be that way for my Mola.
107 AI Motorola.
108 Real will be fake, and fake will be real;
109 It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up field, except for Mola.
110 AI Motorola.
111
112 Well, I left home just a week before,
113 And I never ever wrote a program before.
114 But Mola winked and took me by surprise
115 And said "Dear boy, you should see your eyes!"
116 Well, I'm not far down the hacker's road
117 But Im stuck in the mode, and I'm proud of my code.
118 And so is Mola.
119 AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
120 Mola! AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
121 Mola! AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
122 Mola! AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
123 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
124 Hmmm, still a bit rough there, thought Bard. He was about to run
125 through it again when the autopilot beeped.
126 At last! Inisfall...
127 later...
128 He watched the rock face slide back into place over the cave entrance
129 before starting down the trail to the Inn. He'd be there in a couple of
130 hours.
131 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
132 HOW DO YOU WORK THO~IS?
133
134 ____11/12/86__________________JD 2446747.6652_________19:57:59_PST_________
135 abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy
136 -IV-
137
138 Sister marianne looked through the observation window down upon the child.
139 After she had realized he was still alive, she sped him to the nearest hospital
140 Now it looked as if the child would survive with no permanant damage.
141
142 The doctor appeared beside her.
143 "since there are no parents, I suggest you take custody of the boy. I
144 believe your church has an adoption program, does it not??" he asked.
145 "yes" she replied "that is what I will do. This child has suffered to
146 much"
147
148 during the next two weeks the baby recieved more attention than it had
149 known. Food, warmth and a loving pair of hands. The child was given a name
150 which was, Tobias, and was also given a birth certificate(of unknown parents)
151 He was entered in the churches adoption program so some lucky infertile
152 couple could have a child.
153 A demon child.......
154
155 zach
156
157 abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwx
158 Jesus Christ...I hope he isn't that bastard LeRoy McKane!
159 ---------------------------------------------------------
160 Anyone want to buy a Bolo ? Hardly used. Only used by a little known
161 dictator on his way to Sunday floggings. Low mailes and in immaculate conception
162 conception.
163 kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
164 My head twirled in a flurry of colors, and pain swept through my entire body.
165 I conjured up a sword an impaled myself, my heart still beat.
166 I made a razor and slit my wrists, I did not bleed.
167 I created a gun and blew my brains out, I kept thinking.
168 Forgive me lucifer, for I cannot die.
169 kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
170 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
171 .pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
172 Something about a path calls to us, says in a language deeper than words,
173 "Come, travel me. Together we shall wend into unknown byways, explore
174 the delights that lie just beyond your eyesight. Come." The path at the
175 piper's feet called and something deep within him answered, as always,
176 "I am coming."
177 For the first mile or so, he gave himself up to the sheer joy of walking
178 over unknown |errain. The path wound up the small, treeless hill, turning
179 between stones and bushes through air spiced with the summer greeness that
180 the sun distills into a quiet afternoon. He spared little attention to
181 the vista surrounding him, noticing only as he crested the small hill and
182 began to descend into the succeeding valley that he seemed to be walking
183 across a vast moor. The vegitation had a familiar look to it, the soothing
184 feel of something that fit, something that did not attract your attention.
185 The path was smooth, ghanging from earth to fine gravel and sometimes
186 sand as he walked along. It seemed to be well maintained, for he never
187 threatened to turn his foot on a rock or twist his ankle in a washed
188 portion of the path. He had fallen into the rythm of a long-distance
189 walker, his muscles warm, relaxing fully when not exerting force, feeling
190 as though the surrounding country were drawing him into it through a
191 psychic peristaltic action, absorbing him into its very structure.
192 After some hours (or at least it seemed like hours -- time seemed
193 somehow suspended in this place) his trained eyes began to look for a
194 campsite. After rejecting several, he found himself in a wmall valley.
195 Near, but not to near, a small stream he found shelter on ground that
196 would not be transformed into a creek by the runoff of an unexpected
197 storm. Sheltered from night breezes, firewood from the scrub brush all
198 around, it seemed near perfect.
199 Setting up his camp was easy. WIth no equipment, only gathering
200 firewood and preparing a fireplace is necessary. From his sporran, he
201 took out dried meat and bread and made a scanty meal washed down with
202 water from the nearby brook. Then, wrapped in his plaid, he kindled a
203 small fire, more for symbol than warmth, and leaned back against a uder
204 still warm from the sun.
205 He was nearly ready to fall asleep when a small rustle in the underbrush
206 brough him back to alertness. It was the sound of something small, not
207 the crushing sound of a large animal, but the more sibilant rustle of a
208 small creature. Twilight had deepened into night when into the circle of
209 firelight came a small cat pulling what seemed to be an enourmous white
210 feather.
211 .pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
212 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
213 chuckle.... chuckle.......chuckle ....
214 WHO CARES?
215 ____11/13/86__________________JD 2446748.6128_________18:42:29_PST_________
216
217 meow
218
219 RAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE
220
221 Prague
222 March 21
223
224 "Chairman, it is about a Canadian,"
225 Sokorsky spent his time dealing with foreigners. Not as a diplomat, or a
226 pilot, or even as a steward. As the Minister of Domestic Security. A job that
227 required that he deal with foreigners without their knowing of his
228 involvement. Policing their activities with thorough inspection and deliberate
229 disregard for their privacy.
230
231 In Prague and at that time of year, he got enough practice to become nearly
232 perfect at his job. Warsaw Pact armies were practicing their ability to
233 penetrate the national defenses of a European nation should war ever come. It
234 was his primary duty to prevent foreign spies from learning about the event.
235
236 Any more learning than they would with the services of reconnaissance flights
237 or orbital cameras. Which would be little, since the manoeuvres were taking
238 place under cover of rainy nights, and dense treetops.
239
240 "What about this Canadian?"
241 "He is a doctor. One who studies insects, butterflies in particular. His
242 letters talk of his recent trips into the forests. If his story is to be
243 believed, they are a great profit to his knowledge of our forests insect life.
244 I doubt him though,"
245
246 "Why? Is he photographing the manoeuvres?"
247 "No, he does not. Not photographs. He only catches butterflies and puts them
248 to death inside a jar. After he catches three or four, he takes them to his
249 office and sketches them on paper,"
250
251 "How did you learn this?"
252 "I have had units from the manoeuvres watch him on their way to other
253 positions. He is never is the wrong places. He never watches the wrong things.
254 From searching his office and flat, we have found that he keeps no records or
255 even a radio,"
256
257 "So, why is he a spy?"
258 "It is an impression I have of him, sir. He is perfect. It is as though it was
259 all a pretense,"
260
261 "Have him watched, as I am sure you are, Sokorsky. You are doing a fine job.
262 Is that all for this meeting?"
263 The Ministers all nodded and gathered together their papers. The meeting was
264 closed with the strike of a gavel. And Sokorsky was left to his own
265 suspicions and a distressing lack of proof against Lipton.
266
267 PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE
268
269 .pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
270 The piper felt a shock stiffen his body. That feather! Nearly three
271 feet long, gleaming white, with several long hairs growing out of the
272 quill -- no! He moved swiftly, snatching the feather from the small cat,
273 holding it to his nose, inhaling the half-forgotten scent -- sweet
274 grasses, blue summer skies, and a faint hint of a passing thunderstorm.
275 Tears filled his eyes and the pain of a half-forgotten loss beat him to
276 his knees clutching the single feather to his chest. Some wounds heal.
277 Some wounds never heal, they simply loose their immediate signifigance,
278 hidden behind recent experience, blurred by the pass of time, waiting with
279 all their malevolence to cripple one who has tried to ignore their
280 existence. The piper felt a tearing, as though an emotional scab had
281 been torn from a wound that had finally began to heal.
282 How long he spent on his knees, he did not know. He looked around
283 himself at last -- no longer along the banks of a small stream, he was
284 back in the somber forest clearing looking at the scarce disturbed ashes
285 of his long dead campfire. There was no sign of the glowing sphere in the
286 sparse light of the cold pre-dawn morning. Light mists moistened his
287 cheeks diluting the salt that was there. He shook his head, denying the
288 pain he still felt. Peg was gone. It was over. Finished. Somehow the
289 night's experience must be forgotten.
290 He moved stiffly to the ashes of the fire. There could be a lingering
291 coal that could be coaxed into warmth -- there! A few twigs, a bit of dry
292 moss, then a small flame began to lighten the cold pre-dawn clearing and
293 warm numb fingers. He was crouched near the fire when, with a slight mew,
294 the small cat stalked into the circle of firelight. Unafraid, as though
295 greeting an old friend, the small cat walked directly to the piper, placed
296 her front paws on his leg, looked up at him an meowed demandingly.
297 Nonplussed, the piper stared back into her eyes. She must be young --
298 perhaps six months old, for the gold of her eyes still held some of the
299 blue haze of kittenhood. Her smooth, tawny coat was unmarked, glowing with
300 a rich red undercolor, its brown shading nearly to black along her back
301 and tail. The small cat nuzzled his hand an impatiently mewed again,
302 searching, as though for the feather he had taken from her.
303 .pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
304
305 /\ See these eyes so green? /\
306 < > < >
307 \/ I can stare for a thousand years. \/
308
309 ____11/14/86__________________JD 2446749.6661_________19:59:14_PST_________
310 Lament of the Hawk (words:Joanne Baasch, Music:Nina Pantazia)
311
312 Am C
313 I see you there, resting so peacefully,
314 G Am
315 Then in a heartbeat you're gone.
316 C
317 The clothes that you wore, still warm at first touch,
318 Dm Am
319 Surround me, not you 'til the dawn.
320 Dm Am
321 Moonlight casts shadows where you once walked,
322 Dm Am
323 The unfeeling stars whell and burn.
324 Dm Am
325 I cry in the night against our twisted fate--
326 C G
327 I pray someday hope will return.
328
329 Chorus:
330 Dm G Am
331 There is nothing to touch but cold steel,
332 Dm G Am
333 There is no joy left for us to feel.
334 F C Dm
335 Condemned to this half-life we wait,
336 Am E Am
337 For the hawk with the wolf cannot mate.
338
339 Dm Am
340 I shed bitter tears every morning
341 Dm Am
342 Before dawnlit flight sets me free.
343 Dm Am
344 Just a glimpse of your face, no touch of your hand
345 C G
346 And my bird form forgets all I'd be.
347 Dm Am
348 Your dreams are of vengeance and bloodshed;
349 Dm Am
350 You can't bear the torment day brings.
351 Dm Am
352 Just remember with each sorrowful parting.
353 C G
354 I stroke you, not the wind, with my wings.
355
356 CHORUS
357
358 Dm Am
359 Cruel moon and sun in the heavens,
360 Dm Am
361 All hope of the future dispersed,
362 Dm Am
363 Trapping you to the earth and me in the air--
364 C G
365 It's the Bishop's embrace and his curse.
366 Dm Am
367 Will we be forever and always
368 Dm Am
369 Ladyhawke and wolfing of night?
370 Dm Am
371 A heartbeat from heartache, a lifetime from peace,
372 C G
373 Will darkness triumph over light?
374 Dm Am
375 Perhaps someday beyond hope and fears
376 Dm Am
377 We can find a way past all our tears.
378 Dm Am
379 Together we'll touch hand to hand,
380 C G
381 I as a woman and you as a man.
382
383 CHORUS
384
385 Dm G Am
386 So I soar with the wind as I must,
387 Dm G Am
388 For I can't bear the other's dark lust.
389 F C Dm
390 Still my soul with you prowls as you run
391 Am E Am
392 'Til my heart turns away with the sun.
393 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
394 Let me know if the chords are of any help. If they are I'll add them
395 occasionally in the future.
396 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
397 abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuv
398 -V-
399
400 "oh isn't he darling, honey??" exclaimed Mrs. Hemmington to her husband.
401 "yes, he's perfect, It's a big decision, but I think we should do it!" agreed Peter hemmington.
402 Mr. and Mrs. Peter Hemmington adopted the child and christened him Tobias john Hemmington. The newlyweds from the rich
403 sector of new york suburbs drove home with their new son and a smile on their
404 faces.
405 Tobias Hemmington grew up in the lavish 3-story house of the Hemmingtons. He was spoiled and indulged, a brat of a kid!
406 However he was quite exiting to have around an otherwise boring household.
407
408 "mom" Tobias yelled down from his room.
409 "Yes Toby" Mrs. Hemmington answered in her best "caring mother voice.
410 "Im not going to school today. I feel sick."
411 "OK, honey, Im going to work now, you get plenty of rest."
412 That's how it had always been, a domineering son, a weak mother and a father that avoided them both. Only two things
413 seemed unusual about Tobias until his fifteenth birthday, these were his attraction towards violence and rebellion, and his
414 liking for the taste of blood. On his fifteenth birthday, a year ago, he had a dream, or rather , a nightmare................
415
416 zachariah
417
418 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbccccccccccccccccccdddddddddddddddeeeeeeeee
419 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.EmuLurk
420 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
421 DIS TA DA BARD-
422 YOUSE GOTTA OK IDEAR DERE BUD AH
423 HARTLY EBBER RED DA BBS WILE AHM
424 PLAIN MA GITAR. DUZ ANNYBUDY? JUS
425 ASKIN ND NOD FER A FITE . FINGERS
426 4444$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
427
428
429 ?
430 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
431 I DUNT KNOWS BOUT YOUSE, BUT I DUNT
432 PLAYS THE GITAR WHILES I RED DA BBS.
433 FINGERS: YOUSE GOT THE LOOTS YET?
434 I TOCKED TOO ERNIE AND HE SAYS THUT HE
435 LOST DA COPPERS. LETS SET UP DA MEET
436 TO SPLITZ DA LOOT, OK? VINNY
437 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
438 |\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|
439
440 somethin':
441
442 challah bread. good for you. challah bread. from the zoo.
443
444 i seem to see a big green spot
445 right behind your ear.
446 and its reflecting all the light
447 thats comin' from the rear.
448
449 and now the pillsbury doughboy will play the viola.
450 he shall do "the history of gauze" in F minor.
451
452 oh.
453
454 there is not here , forthwith. thus this.
455 hello , comma , pause , comma , period.
456
457 -wax
458
459 |\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|
460 ____11/15/86__________________JD 2446750.6682_________20:02:14_PST_________
461 My word! There are some wordy people on this system. Is this a writer's exchange or just a type written version of CB chane
462 l four? STORMCROW.
463
464
465
466 Normally as I travel the wides and narrows of this world, I follow as the crow
467 flied. STORMCROW, in your case I will make one very large exception.
468 - the traveller
469
470 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi
471
472 He was sure he heard it this time. But so faint. Was it only in his mind?
473 Yes. There it was again. Music. Melody unlike anything heard at the Inn for a
474 long time. A chorus. Rousing, uplifting. Songs of distant places and other
475 people. Harmony. Cragmore's fingers tapped on the hard wood table. Rhythm. He
476 knew the song. As his memory of the song grew, his tapping began to match the
477 rhythm in his mind, instead of following. Cragmore knew of only one person
478 in all the realities who could play music on both physical and spiritual
479 planes. Bard was close!
480 Cragmore pushed back his hand-carved wooden chair and stood. Dizziness
481 flooded his head and he wavered. Inactivity and drink had taken their toll
482 on the psionic-specialist. He steadied himself against the table. His head
483 cleared. The music in his mind grew. A quick psi-cleanse and Cragmore felt
484 ready. He strode to the oaken door of the Inn, preparing to meet his friend.
485
486 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsPsIpSi CRAGMORE PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi
487
488 I'm interested in picking up interesting programs for IBM
489 compatable computers. I like to talk to any interested hackers
490 who can help me with my lust for acquiring software. Please help the
491 poor broke software fiend!! Let's talk about it over the phone,
492 my number is 224-0150 and my name is WOLFGANG......Remember as Kipling
493 once wrote "Four things greater than all else Women and Horses and
494 Power and War.
495
496 ============================================================================
497
498 I am glad to see that Backwater is in as good a form as ever after a couple
499 years absence. Piper, Bard, Milchar, all of you seem to be here. I will have
500 to check in a couple more times before I must go again. At least the Air Focerce
501 had the decency to assign me just outside of Cambridge, England.
502
503 ====================================================Evan (or The Traveller )==
504 PS- I see that someone else has begun using the same name, use it well.
505 ===============================================================================
506 PPS- Mike, enter only does get rather annoying! Not being able to fix one's
507 own mistakes is a problem.
508 ==========
509 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
510 Traveller (Evan): Welcome back.
511 ++++++++++++
512 "Now that you've persuaded me to come here, Milchar, what are we going to do
513 now?" inquired the gnome.
514 "Patience. A lesson in patience is always well worth the effort; pity you
515 seem to have avoided it during your studies. No matter. You won't have long
516 to wait, Grann. I'm looking for a familiar face, someone to exchange stories
517 with. And who knows? Maybe get together and play starring roles in a new
518 saga. Have I not told you, Grann? Things *happen* here in Innisfall."
519 "Knock off the 'venerable wizard' talk- it doesn't become you. Do you see
520 anyone you know?"
521 "Quiet, apprentice, or it's one thousand times 'I will not sass my master' on
522 the blackboard in Sanskrit. And no, no one yet."
523 The conversation continued approximately in this manner for some time; Milchar
524 sat with the gnome at his favorite corner table in the commons area of the Inn.
525 The babble of voices was steady, with a brief burst of laughter punctuating
526 the noise. Cragmore appeared from the stairs leading to the private rooms
527 above, only to disappear through the front door before Milchar could hail him.
528 "Well, Grann, demonstrate your newest lesson. Search for psi-powers,
529 impressions, and auras. Tell me what you sense."
530 Grann closed his eyes (not entirely necessary, but it aided his concentration)
531 and probed the surroundings briefly. As a check, Milchar also extended his
532 awareness to what he believed Grann could manage. Unlike Grann, he did this
533 with eyes open, still scanning the room, and while quaffing a bit more of the
534 Inn's fine ale. After all, he had had several decades more practice.
535 "The man who just exited from the front door I sense. Your probe, too. Uh,
536 lots of impressions here, I can't sort them out. And... that's funny. A
537 wierd aura outside, somewhere."
538 Milchar grew interested. "Direction?"
539 "South and east."
540 A much more intense probe now, streching out to encompass its target, enfolding
541 it, feeling it. And withdrawn as quickly as it began.
542 "That is the micro-pile of a technological ship. Who...?"
543 "You're asking me? I don't know nothing, I'm just the apprentice here."
544 "...one person I know of that comes from a technologically advanced planar
545 stratum, and visits here regularly- discounting the Doctor, of course, as
546 Timelords don't use micro-piles: Bard is here. Should we go to...nope,
547 Cragmore probably has gone to do just that. Find something to amuse yourself
548 for awhile, Grann- I'll wait here so I can speak with some old friends."
549 +++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++ November 16, 1986 at 2:27am +++++++++++++
550 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
551 WHO CARES?
552 And then depression set in.
553 CHOOSE LIFE!
554
555 keeper OF SOULS
556
557 -----------------------------------------------------------------
558 Oh death, sweet death, relieve me of this burden I can no longer
559 bear. Take me into your arms, I willingly go. In my youth I
560 wished to live forever, never to face the certainty of mortality.
561 But now in these later years of my life I find no reason to fear
562 that which must come. So why not take me now? Spare me the
563 agony of what is left of this life. Spare those around me of my
564 pain. Take me while I have the dignity to stand on my own. Let
565 me be remembered in my strength, not in my weakness. Those I
566 knew have left one by one. There is little left to enjoy. No
567 comrades to call, no friends to see. Days spent staring out the
568 window, thinking of times past. All that I was, all that I
569 wanted to be. Now I sit and watch life go on without me. The
570 world goes on without me. So take me sweet death, take me
571 quickly. Let me not suffer those long painful years. Let me not
572 ruin the lifes of those who must care. Leave me my dignity it is
573 all I have left. Take me quickly sweet death. - Anon -
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575 ____11/16/86__________________JD 2446751.6924_________20:37:08_PST_________
576 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
577 WHO CARES
578 Anon: OK, <poof>
579 S. Death
580
581 "The cave. Remember your failure at the cave."
582
583
584 UM...
585
586 BORDER:
587 ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
588
589 A BRIEF COMMENTARY:
590
591 i am therefore i think.
592
593 oh.
594
595 judge rehnquist is a god.
596 wayne newton has my phone number.
597 don pardo does packs a mean gargle.
598 packs a mean gargle.
599 barry manilow is another god.
600 zsa zsa gabor is a direct descendant of ludwig van beethoven.
601 oh.
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