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ighbahpooighbahpooighbahpoo °±² °±² Wot the fuk ? ghbahpooighbahpooighbahpooi
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ghbahpooighbahpooighbahpooi hbahpooighbahpooighbahpooig
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hbahpooighbahpooighbahpooig °±² °±²ÛÛÛ²±° °²²ÛÛÛ²±° bahpooighbahpooighbahpooigh
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bahpooighbahpooighbahpooigh ±²Û ±²Û Û²± ±²Û Û²± ahpooighbahpooighbahpooighb
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ahpooighbahpooighbahpooighb ²ÛÛ ²ÛÛ ÛÛ² ²ÛÛ ÛÛ² hpooighbahpooighbahpooighba
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hpooighbahpooighbahpooighba ÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ pooighbahpooighbahpooighbah
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pooighbahpooighbahpooighbah ßÛ Ûß ßÛ ÛÛÛ[CX93] ooighbahpooighbahpooighbahp
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ooighbahpooighbahpooighbahp Þ Ý Þ ÛÛÛ oighbahpooighbahpooighbahpo
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pooighbahpooighbahpooighbah Ûß ooighbahpooighbahpooighbahi
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ZEN AMAKO FILE 7
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CHROME CITY
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Note: A little something done for a folio piece, any mistakes are my fault or
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SEDITs..
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While I waited at the bus stop, I watched. The bio-organic pavement began to
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devour some litter dropped by a passer-by, secretions rose to the surface where
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the litter fell, and the litter quickly melted into a liquid that was sucked up
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by the pavement. Just one of the many nu-age achievements that I have to live
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with. It's not that I don't like the enviro-friendly, nu-age discoveries, it's
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just that all the bio-organic substances are green. Damn green, I hate green,
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green walls, green floors, green houses, green buildings, I hate green. One
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word which could sum up this century would be 'Green'. It was only after the
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start of this century that the world went bio-organic, a revolution that let
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mankind leave the now repaired Earth, and venture into the outer limits, space.
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Space had been one of the main objectives for the year 2000, but the Earth had
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other ideas, all of a sudden ozone gas depleted to unforeseeable levels, air
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became too dangerous to breath, the atmosphere became dark with pollution and
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the whole world realised what the Greenies had been telling them for the last
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The bus hovered up, and my journey began. "Just a half hour cred to the UMS
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plant." "That'll be 200 creds, my man," the bus operator handed me the
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pre-stamped travel card. The hover-bus was quite clean, considering the floor,
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walls, and seats were covered by a thin layer of bio-organic coating. The place
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was so clean you could eat off the floor, but that wasn't the reason why the
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hover-bus was coated in bio-organic coating, the bio-organic coating was just
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another quick solution made by some small time inventor. You'd think that
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bio-organic substances would be the answer to all the worlds problems, well that
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is exactly what the world thinks of it. A product which is non-pollutant, easy
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to manufacture, self reproducing, and cheap. It is the answer to a lot of
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scientists dreams, unfortunately it wasn't a scientist who created bio-organics.
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True, the United Ministry of Science had proclaimed the revelation, but we were
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never told who made it, who worked on it, who should be given the credit.
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Naturally, people became suspicious, as usual, nothing seemed to be what they
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were.
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I'm sure you are thoroughly confused by now, I was, so I began my information
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spree, being in my line of business helps too. For three years now, I have been
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intercepting data, phone calls and faxes incoming and out, from the UMS
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building. Why? Apparently the science to create bio-organics was not
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originated on Earth, unbelievable as it sounds, but alien technology has somehow
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slipped into the hands of Earth's scientists. In fact, slipped is a poor word,
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more like, given, traded, the trading of technology... I've nothing against
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that, but trading with what? For what? And the secrecy, although the
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Government's of pre-2000AD were famous for their top-secret work, It makes me
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wonder what else are being hidden from the public.
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Basically, I'm one of those down and out, unlucky people, experienced, hard
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working, and virtually the best in the industry, although there are not many
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jobs for an ex-phone phreaker. I used to work for various phone companies
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around the world, playing around with the communications systems, making sure
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nothing goes wrong, and checking for loopholes in the system. I found many
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loopholes, some I reported, others I kept to myself, for my own "Private" use.
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It's probably a good idea to know ways to get free phone calls, especially
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overseas, of course, anybody would have done the same thing, if they were in my
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position.
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Now, since the few remaining communications companies succumbed to the
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mega-corporations that appeared out of nowhere at the turn of the century, my
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job has been dissolved, for some reason unknown, along with 10 million other
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jobs. Amazing, just like that, people replaced by machines, and bio-organics
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too, very cost efficient, very cheap and don't need to be paid.
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Luckily, I'm not the only one who is worried about the strange circumstances
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that have been going on. After constantly monitoring calls, I have pieced
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together for myself a very good idea of the goings on during the last few
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decades, my findings would be classified as Super-top secret if it was ever
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written down on paper.
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I peered out the window, trying to get a glimpse of where I currently was,
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thinking too much makes my senses fall asleep. I recognised the area, my stop
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was coming up, so I pressed the small metallic button fastened next to the
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window. As the hover bus slowed down, I thought to myself, was I doing the
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right thing? The hover bus lowered to street level and I exited, the driver
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staring at me, and mumbling something to himself.
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I followed my planned steps carefully, past guards, through back rooms, evading
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security cameras, until I reached my final destination, the bio-organic
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production room. The room where all the bio-organic materials were produced, it
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was a huge room, with a massive metal machine in the centre, much like an
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engine, surrounded by control desks and security men. Unbelievable, my heart is
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beating so hard, my chest is hurting, I'm amazing I got so far into the
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complex.
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But I suppose that plan of the building which was faxed to someone, and
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intercepted by me helped a bit, as well as the guard schedule. I better get a
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move on, standing here too long, could prove to be fatal, especially if they
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found out what I was doing. So I ducked into one of the small darkrooms, and
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waited...
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The information that astounded me so much was like a revelation to me, it seems
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that alien contact HAD been established. Not really news to me, in fact
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established in the mid-20th century, which had apparently been made public by
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several ex-intelligence agents but most of the public took no notice, the work
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with the aliens, known as "Greys" was documented in both MJ-12 and Project
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Bluebook. But this isn't what really interested me, the bio-organic substances
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were not just some laboratory experiment, the substance seems to "live", a plant
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based life form that metamorphosed after a very short gestation period and
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released a chemical into the air....thus rendering anyone who breathed in the
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chemical, totally open to suggestion. And the only people who were safe from
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the chemicals, were the people in this building. Some scam, aliens swapping
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technology with a corrupt government which betrayed it's own race.
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But the jokes on them, being a xenophobic kind of guy, I have other plans in
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mind. My investigations lead me to believe that the Greys are vulnerable to
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bright sun light, where I got that from, don't ask, just a little tip I heard
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bouncing around the UMS building... But now it's time for me to get to work...
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It should be about time now, every fourteen hours, they add new chemicals to the
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machine, I don't know exactly what goes on inside the machine, although my
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friend told me that it was some kind of catalytic converter. I grin to myself
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as I think of what my actions will cause. The bottom will drop out of the UMS
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government, any relationship with the Greys will terminate, and I'll be the
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person to do it all, lucky me.
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I anxiously sneaked over to the balcony above the machine, and emptied a little
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bottle of chemicals into the new batch, my friend, a legend when it comes to
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chemicals, helped me make up this little beauty. Now, I'm done, only time will
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tell if the chemicals will work....
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A week later... Amazing, the chemical reacted with the bio-organics like a
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virus, transforming anything bio-organic into an inanimate chrome object, and to
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think that this effect will spread over the whole city...It makes me excited to
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see justice done. Another thing just hit me, these Greys, offering the
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bio-organic production to us, bio-organics, living on sunlight, thus greatly
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reducing the sunlight reflection, heh, I wonder what they'll think when they see
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this city of chrome reflecting all the sunlight back in their faces....
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-FiN
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End Note: Gee, does being a sysop of an ascii express influence you that much??
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