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Underground eXperts United
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[ Aesthetics ] [ By The GNN ]
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AESTHETICS
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by THE GNN/DCS/uXu
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"... sexual intercourse. Masturbation. Going to the bathroom. Sneezing.
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Coughing. Scratching yourself on various places. Sweat. Drinking. Eating.
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Smoking. Breathing. Well, not breathing itself perhaps... but at least the
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breath, it's usually revolting. The fact that you are made of flesh, bone
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and blood. Shit. Piss. Semen. Being fat. Being thin. And so on."
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She turned to the computer and switched it on. While it was booting, she
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explained to the journalists that the oncoming manoeuvre was not immoral.
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"I may do whatever I want with my body. You've told me so. I've read your
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magazines for ten years. You've learnt me a lot."
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One (of three) journalists stuck a microphone under her nose and asked
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why she wanted to do it.
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"Are you deaf?!" she shouted. "Didn't I just say so?"
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"You dislike bodily functions?"
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"DISLIKE? I HATE THEM!"
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"But they are necessary..."
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"For living in a body, yes."
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What once upon a time had been a typical girl's room with posters on the
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walls, records in a pile, clothes on the floor, expensive make-up products
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scattered all over the place, and so on, had during the past two years been
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transformed into a high-tech machine park. The girl in question, now being
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nineteen years old, had constructed all the hardware herself. Today was the
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big day; she was about to leave her body in favour of the cold machines. It
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was therefore the little crowd of invited journalists had invaded her room.
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"But what do your parents say?" one journalist asked.
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"They are dead."
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"Your boyfriend?"
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"I don't have one."
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"Are you a lesbian?"
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"I AM NOT! I JUST DON'T WANT A BODY!"
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Silence. The girl connected two cables to her head, sat down in the chair
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in front of a computer keyboard and tapped down some incomprehensible code.
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"And now," she said and theatrically raised her index finger high above
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her head, "I give you: the magic!"
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Her finger fell down on a key. No sound could be heard. But the moment
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after, her body relaxed, slid of the chair and down on the floor. Her body
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was dead. But according to what she had said earlier, she was not dead. The
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amazed journalists leaned forward and stared at the monitor. They all
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thought they had been fooled.
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Until...
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arithmetic and logic
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it is so - beautiful
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... came up on the screen. The journalists gasped and scratched furiously
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in their notebooks.
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"Fantastic!" one of the said.
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"Incredible!" another said.
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"The future..." the third one mumbled.
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it is more fun to compute
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I am now free
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everything is now perfect
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"How does it feel?" asked one of the journalists.
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clean
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"No regrets?" asked another.
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none whatsoever
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The journalists applauded spontaneously. They had seen something
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extraordinary indeed. But they all knew what had to be done. The girl had
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just shown them that their magazines would be flushed down the drain in the
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future - if more decided to do like her. The journalists explained that
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they were mighty impressed, but that they unfortunately had to do something
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that could seem rather evil. But it was not! No, no! It was necessary! It
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was for the sake of the young!
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what?
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They did not answer. They just turned the computer off, smashed it to
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pieces and left the house. A couple of weeks later, three similar magazines
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had similar stories. It was about a poor girl who was too ugly, too fat, too
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alone, and had spent too much time with her computers. Suicide had been her
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escape from the misery.
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The magazines all told their readers to not be like her. Life was too
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short for being self-destructive. Instead, they recommended their readers to
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take precautions: lose weight (preferably with their proposed diets), get a
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boyfriend (they had many advice for success) and of course continue reading
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their magazines. Because much was to be learnt from them; they contained
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everything a teenage girl needed to know for having a happy life.
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uXu #520 Underground eXperts United 1999 uXu #520
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ftp://ftp.lysator.liu.se/pub/texts/uxu/
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