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...presents... Jack and Jack
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by Obscure Images
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>>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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Jack ran swiftly down the hallway, his progress unimpeded by the seemingly
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endless amount of brainless accountants filling up the hall. They parted like
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the Red Sea, eventually closing back up in his wake. Jack was a professional
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assassin. There is good money in the death business.
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Jack was a modified human, very nearly a totally artificial person. He
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was a walking death machine. Wading through the crowds on the way to his
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target, Jack put his body on auto pilot and "left" to think about more
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important things. "What am I really doing this for?" he asked himself. "For
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the money," he replied. He had a nasty habit of having completely coherent
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conversations with himself without actually knowing what he was going to say
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next.
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"People could live together in harmony if we didn't have the oppressive
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weight of the government to carry around," he said.
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"You're fucked. That's blind idealism. Look at what you're doing for a
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living," he said.
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"I am forced to kill for a living by the economic oppression that is
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forced upon us by the government."
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"As I recall, Jack, you HAD a nice paying job as a SimStim artist, you
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wanted more money so you changed professions."
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"Oh, fuck you."
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Jack slipped back into control again, and continued along his path toward
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the ExecZone. Jack looked at the accountants with sheer disgust. They've
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given up all of their humanity so they could be wired for numbers. It's all
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for their career, they said, but what happens to all the big bucks you will be
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paid? Nothing, a lobotomized wirehead has no need for money, just a little
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food and a closet to sleep in. So much for that career, there are so many
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stupid people around. Just out of spite, Jack punched one in the head, causing
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it to vaporize into a red mist.
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The entrance to the ExecZone was where the troubles could start, so he
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hyped up his sensors to detect some subtle changes which would indicate a trap.
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A warning message flashed on his eyes, there was a trap up ahead. Well, that
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would be easily avoided. As he ran up toward it, he shot out the sensors
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waiting for him to come through. This should be it, thanks to the other exec
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that hired him to kill his boss.
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He smashed the door where his target was working laboriously on something.
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Jack flew across the room and grabbed the man by the shirt. The man started
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howling and begging for mercy. He tossed the executive out the window, and
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watched him fall into the pavement below. Jack climbed onto the windowsill and
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gave a mental command to fold out his polycarbon gliding wings. He leaped and
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gracefully floated away, a falcon soaring leisurely to his home.
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The next evening, Jack got out of bed, got dressed up nice, and decided to
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take a walk on the Strip. The Strip is the quarter of the city that is totally
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dedicated to bars, whorehouses, and crime. You could get anything that you
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could ever want, and many things you would never want, on the Strip. The Strip
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was Jack's home away from home. He usually hung around at Club Nuclear, where
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all of his friends gathered. The look of the place was something from the punk
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scene of the late 1970's. The people inside were dressed likewise. The music
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was period music as well, the speakers pounding out devastation from groups
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like Crass, the Sex Pistols, and the Buzzcocks. The Clash was never to be
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heard, mainly because they sucked. Jack sat down at the bar and ordered a
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drink.
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"Hey Jack, do you get it off on killing people?" his own inner voice said.
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"Why don't you just fuck off? I'm sick of you talking to me like you were
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my mother," said Jack.
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"You seem to forget, Jackie boy, that I am you, and right now you are in
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the midst of talking to yourself. You really should see a doctor about this,"
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said Jack.
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"Just go away, I'm trying to get drunk," said Jack.
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"That seems to be all you do these days," said Jack. "You kill people and
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get drunk, don't you want to make something out of your life?"
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"No, I don't, why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?" said Jack.
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"You are really a boring fellow, I'll go find something better to do,
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seeya Jack," said Jack.
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Now that his other personality left him alone for the time being, he
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decided to start searching for a comfortable zero. Vodka and him were getting
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to be very good friends. Jack was getting a nice buzz on, when a woman slid up
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to him and started talking with him.
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Charm was a subconscious action for Jack. The woman was a delightful
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specimen of her species, and shallow enough for a good night's exercise. Jack
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was entranced by her exquisite beauty, which was only enhanced by the multihued
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mohawk. He decided, through an alcoholic fog, that he wanted her for his own,
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at least until he was sober. She offered to bed him at her apartment, so Jack
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naturally accepted her blunt offer and followed her back to her place.
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She lived in a very large open flat. There was only one room, but that
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room was as big as Jack's apartment. On one wall was a giant videoscreen
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displaying some Japanese porno vid that showed the sex-act in as much detail as
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possible without being there. The furniture was all made up of white Flow-Plas
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and could be shaped into whatever you wanted at your whim. The place was a
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rich girl's paradise. She was obviously an artist of some sort, judging by her
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tastes in clothing and interior design.
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She walked into the area of the room with the vaguely bed-shaped thing and
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dropped the few bits of clothing that she had on. Jack did basically the same
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thing, except that while she gracefully slid out of her clothes, he fell out of
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his clothes. They had sex.
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The lights dim down as they both drift off into a peaceful slumber.
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Unconsciously, the other Jack breaks into his dream.
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"Wake up, loverboy."
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"What do you want, I was having a good dream."
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"Yeah, I was watching. She's really good, you know that?"
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"Yeah, I know, I was the one doing all the work"
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"So Jack, What are we going to be doing next?"
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"Shut up and go away."
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"That isn't very nice, Jack, just for that I'll show you what fun you can
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have inside your skull."
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Jack's mind seemed to buckle a bit and he found himself standing on the
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top of a metallic sphere. There was a pattern that swirled around the surface
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of it, sort of like a satellite shot of cloud formations. Jack and the globe
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were suspended in the middle of a void of seemingly endless empty space. Jack
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sat down on the sphere. After a few minutes the blackness surrounding him
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started to be speckled with little points of light. "Where am I?" thought
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Jack. Off in space, in front of Jack, a blue neon glow started to shine its
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light onto him. Underneath the sphere, gasses lit by the neon light in the
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distance began to swirl, eventually leaving a land area underneath him for as
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far as he could see. In another moment, strangely shaped objects started
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bulging their way out of the blue earth. "Wow, this place is really strange,
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like something out of a Dali painting," thought Jack, jumping off the sphere
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onto the ground. The land was lit by the blue neon sun that gave the place an
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eerie coldness.
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Booming from nowhere, Jack heard his own voice asking him how he liked his
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creation. "I am god here, Jack, what I say goes. Want to make a smart ass
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comment now?"
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"Yeah, great, now let me out so I can get back to sleep."
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"Not so fast, Jack. I'm leaving now, but I will be watching."
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Jack screamed a mouthful of obscenities, but the booming voice was gone.
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Jack wandered aimlessly around this newly created land inside his head.
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There are living things here, thought Jack. An odd limping rabbit-like thing
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shuffled across his field of vision. As he got farther away from the sphere he
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started on, the scenery got stranger and stranger. The animal life did as
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well. From the looks of the life here, it was obvious that laws of physics
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didn't apply. The sky started swirling around, and the star-like spots started
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to disappear. They were replaced by images of his face that began laughing at
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him. The roaring laughter hurt his ears, and scared him quite a bit. He began
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to run to find some peace from himself, but there was no luck. The landscape
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was full of really weird things, but not a single one of them was a useful
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place to hide. Jack ran through a forest full of trees with leaves in the
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shape of his head. He screamed in fear and frustration, then ran in a new
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direction where the forest ended and a flat blue tundra began. All at once the
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ground a few feet in front of him began to bubble, and he saw himself grow out
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of the ground.
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The new Jack simply stood there with a smile on his face. Jack could no
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longer take this abuse, so he started running and dived at his image. He
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knocked himself to the ground and punched as hard as he could in the chest,
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causing it to part like water in a bloody mist. His face just laughed as Jack
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ripped his body to shreds. As Jack continued to mutilate his image, his
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surroundings began to fold themselves. For a second everything was a blur, and
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when Jack looked down again he was staring into the clouding blue eyes of the
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girl he was sleeping with.
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Jack jumped up in revulsion at what he just did. The whole corner of the
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room was coated in blood from this girl. On the bed was what remained of her
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body, only her head and a leg were distinguishable from a pasty pile of human
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flesh. Jack ran out of the apartment as fast as he could, not even bothering
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to wash off the blood that coated his body. He ran as fast as he could for the
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several miles it took to get back to his place.
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When he reached his apartment he took a shower and destroyed his clothing.
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He popped a relaxation vid into the viddeck and sat in front of the video wall.
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He sat for several hours completely engrossed in the shimmering colored blobs
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that floated about on the wall. He lost interest in the vid, so Jack stood up
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and walked into his kitchen to pick up something to eat. Jack thought of what
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happened to him as he ate his meal. About this time, Jack's other personality
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popped into his head.
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"Hello, Jack. You are almost mine. Pretty soon I will have full control
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over you. You will have to live in that world I created for you while I carry
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on a new life of my own."
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"Why are you doing this to me, I've never done anything to you."
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"You have done something to me Jack, you've made me live in a hell of your
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creation for over 10 years."
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"What do you mean, I didn't know you even existed until a few years ago,
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how could I have done this."
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"Your unconscious fears and hates trapped me in your image of hell. Only
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recently have I been able to periodically escape for a while. I have finally
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broken free of your hell, and it is time for me to banish you to my version."
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"Leave me alone! Just get out of my head, DO YOU HEAR ME? GET OUT OF MY
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HEAD!"
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"You will lose, Jack, you will lose," chuckled Jack, and disappeared.
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Jack was huddled in a corner of his kitchen, whimpering and mewing, when
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they came for him. The police officers picked him up and carried him out of
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the apartment, to a police car on the street below. Just before they shoved
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him into the car, Jack stopped whimpering, sprung up and completely annihilated
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the two officers. Jack had finally taken full control.
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Inside his head, Jack was back in the blue lit land that was to become his
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new home. He found that if he willed hard enough he could cause a vidscreen to
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appear. It showed what his other self was watching at the moment. His
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entertainment was short-lived, because at that time a giant surge of
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electricity pulsed through his body, wracking his spiritual body with pure
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agony.
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The pain eventually passed to start all over again in a few moments. Jack
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was dying over and over by the minute. He never got used to it. It was a
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whole new pain every time. In the moments when he wasn't being tortured, Jack
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tried to regain control of his body.
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After what seemed like years to Jack, he finally broke through the walls
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of his hell, and regained control of his body. He found himself in a dingy
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room full of twisted corpses and instruments of torture. "Oh my God, what have
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I become," said Jack to himself. He staggered out of the room and climbed down
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the stairs to the ground floor. He knew what he had to do. He found his way
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over to Johnny Anarcho's place, and bought a few things that he needed. Then
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finally, he went back to his old apartment, and began to assemble his
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equipment.
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He opened a small panel in his wrist and plugged a fiberoptic cable into
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it. The cable ran to 3 separate smart detonators located on his head and
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chest. The detonators were hooked up to three pounds of high explosives, also
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attached to his head and chest. Jack left his apartment and walked over to
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Central Square. There was a giant crowd swarming through the Square, as it was
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lunch time for most people. Jack looked around sadly and thought his last
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thought, the thought that caused him, and 1000 others, to be instantly
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vaporized.
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The End.
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_ _ _____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|The Convent..........619/475-6187 The Dead Zone.........214/522-5321
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[ x x ] |Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362 Greenpeace's IGB......916/673-8412
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\ / |PURE NIHILISM........517/337-7319 The Toll Center.......718/358-9209
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(' ') |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194 time centre...........312/377-0359
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(U) |=====================================================================
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.ooM |(c)1989 cDc communications by Obscure Images. 06/26/89-#111
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.
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