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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************ INSTALLED: 4 JAN 85 ****************************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 *************************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 Privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 ************************************************************
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19
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20 {c}{I'm at the top! I didn't think it could be me!}{c}{c}{tammy}{c}{c}{85!}
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21 {c}{p.s. Lurk lurk.}{c}
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22 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/
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23 Rats! I missed a disk. Such is life, did anything happen of import? I see something about L'homme and that is all.
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24 Would somebody tell me just what has happened to KRCK 101 FM ?? I think they have gone classical music, very strange.
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25 ? ? ? ~ ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/ ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? _ ? ? ?/
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26 MiG: They have...
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27 ------------------------------------MM
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28 && && &&
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29 MiG: See the Bit bucket for the news of KRCK (KLASIK?).
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30 All: Does anyone out there beleive the claptrap the Lane County Prosecutor's Office is giving out about the gun they
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31 ound ( in connection with the Diane Downs murder case ) bearing a duplicate serial number? I have worked with serial-
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32 numbered items as a salesman for six years and have NEVER heard of ANY instance of even the shoddiest vendor duplicating
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33 a serial number. Sometimes, for very specific purposes, they will leave them off entirely, but NEVER a duplication.
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34 I have a lot more faith in the Ruger company official who testified at the trial that duplicate serial numbers were
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35 (are)impossible than I have in the Lane County officials' ability to admit that the entire case they made against Ms.
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36 Downs collapses in the light of this new evidence. Such an admission would show them up as fools (read:normal humans) on
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37 a national scale. It's much easier to say that the "impossible" has occurred. As far as I can tell, Ms. Downs hasn't
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38 both oars in the water, but that doesn't make her a killer. Let's hope the Attorney General (or someone) reopens the
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39 case; if we're going to punish someone for murder, let's be absolutely SURE we have the right person.
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40 && The Mad Actor &&
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41 IOIOIOIOIO ][
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42
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43 ME: When said it was to dump income to wall st. (ha ha say you) You laugh more as you realize what inc. to dump. You
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44 augh as you realize that it dumps to truh-mee-uhls place. worse yet, it takes five fours and thinks it will make
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45 ixteen fifties. You are in hysterics when you think such thoughts.
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46 look in a mirror.
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47
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48 IOIOIOIOIO ][
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49 !|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|
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50 WOAH! TALK ABOUT INCOMPREHENSIBLE! I GOT THE REFERENCE TO ATARI (TRUH-MEE-UHL = TRAMIEL, ATARI'S OWNER), BUT THE REST WENT
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51 RIGHT PAST ME. TRANSLATION, ANYONE?
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52 !|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!__THE SILVER GHOST__|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|
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53 && && &&
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54 I just noticed: NET is too good for its own good. Farley (apparently a real(!) NET agent) is down in Gaius' files as
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55 NET impostor, while someone (presumably from NET) has scrambled the Device's program to kill all NET impostors!
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56 ould there be someone in the NET who wants Farley out of the way?
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57 && The Mad Actor &&
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58 000000000000000000000000NULL SET0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
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59
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60 I am fond of your Kid stories, they do seem kind of Adamsish now that you
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61 mention it.
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62
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63 000000000000000000000000null set0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
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64
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65 tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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66
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67 gaudy minsky...
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68 i seem to miss all of your messages... i never see one of your entries now...
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69 did i miss an important peice of information at pc&s... sorry i could not talk
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70 o you there... my age was noticed and i was firmly disposed of...
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71 whenever you return... i will be waiting... sincerely... tylian...
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72 tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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73
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74 ICELANDERISH STATEMENTS ICELANDERISH STATEMENTS ICELANDERISH STATEMENTS
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75
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76 tilean pressed the start button... the microwave started humming... soon it
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77 ould peirce the air with a damnable whine... telling everyone just how done it
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78 as... demanding that whatever was in it be taken away... obnoxious little
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79 things microwaves were...
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80
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81 tilean waited until the timer said it was down to four seconds left... and
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82 pressed the stop button quickly... avoiding the peircing tone altogether...
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83 a tactic he would have to remember later tonight... a long evening was in
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84 store... wading through all sorts of reports... net agencies right and left...
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85 nd some agency making an appearence that would apparently be formidable to get
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86 rid of...
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87
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88 tilean sat down at the terminal... a login prompt was waiting... he typed the
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89 appropriate thirty character sstring... waited for the password keys... typed
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90 in the appropriate thirty character string... waited... and then was allowed
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91 access to his account... with master priviledges to all of thrike's database...
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92
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93 tilean called up the latest reports of net activities in the portland area...
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94 oshua was alive... dangerfield was dead... joshua got him that way... all the
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95 press agencies were told that dangerfield died of xenopolycythemia... a disease
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96 often used to explain the deaths of imprtant people... it did not really exist
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97 and almost every agency knew it... it was easily induced into a corpse... and
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98 explained all sorts of skin diseases... especially bullet holes...
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99
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100 agent minsky of net had also dissapeared... perhaps she was making sure of
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101 angefield's death... perhaps she was also investigating the mappearence of a
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102 new agency in the region... preliminary reports added no information to the
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103 little mention in history section... information confiscation... underground...
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104 a cocky little government group rarely known to make mistakes... not too obnox-
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105 ious... perhaps that would explain the sudden appearence...
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106
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107 agent farley had also dissapeared... wherabouts unknown... possibly recalled
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108 by net... oddd situation there... recruited by pseudonet... left pseudonet for
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109 net... and now operating free lance... at least that is what reports said... it
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110 was possible that no one had the right information... only farley could tell
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111 or sure... maybe not even him... that would not be new...
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112
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113 soviet submarine was due to be passing through the puget sound now... in all
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114 likelyhood would be discovered by USS Forrestal currently docked in Seattle...
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115 american ship Forrestal was draping a communications net around the pacific
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116 ocean... it was to intercept all military and paramilitary signals... decode...
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117 or deciper... and then relay to the american hydra computers... thrike did not
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118 mind... it would also relay to thrike communications agencies all around the
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119 pacific... no problems there...
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120
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121 american communications tap was named drape... it was not named by american
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122 scientists... instead... tilean had inserted the name into preliminary reports
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123 and no one noticed... a lot of *fun* these terminals...
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124
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125 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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126
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127 everyone is pretty confused around here... farley... you tell us where and
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128 why you are... that seems like it would be the most agreeable way to proceed...
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129 What is it? tylian or tilean?
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130 ??????????
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131 $##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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132 NET member who sent me code on last disk: It was garbaged before I got to it. Only a half-sentence was recoverable.
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133 'homme: Chuck seemed pleased with the info I gave him... it must have been those articles which I eventually found.
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134 $##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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135 I hadn't heard a thing so far. All of the corridors here, in fact, seemed a bit *TOO* quiet.
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136 Hurrying along one side of the hall, I tried to think how I got here. After much straining of my grey matter, I gave
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137 it up. No answers to be gained there.
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138 t last, I sighted the Security room the men had been talking about. The door was open, and as I peeped around the
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139 dge, my ears were greeted with the sound of a card game. My belongings were lying on a nearby counter... how sloppy
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140 f them.
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141 crawled in, moving slowly toward my things. The thin smoke that emanated from the ashtrays and tobacco at the card
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142 able did it's small part in concealing my movement.
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143 t last, I reached the table. Obviously, no one had taken time to examine my things- they had just been put aside.
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144 I hoped that my abilities would be as underestimated as this in the future.
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145 Carefully, I put each item in my pocket, except Betsy. Harumph. They'd even neglected to empty her.
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146 I crawled out of the room with no trouble. Only then did I allow myself to breathe again.
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147 Again I made my way carefully down the corridor. I came across several doors, but they were all clearly marked as
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148 something else. Offices, janitors rooms, emergency exit, cell area b...
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149 EMERGENCY EXIT?
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150 found the door I wanted, pulled at the handle. It wouldn't budge. I thought of using Betsy on the lock, but the
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151 noise would attract unwanted spectators.
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152 I looked again at the door lock. A keyhole, and a small slit.
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153 Slit? A flash of inspiration. I shoved the passcard into the slit.
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154 Click. The door came open. A narrow passage beyond was visible.
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155 Running down the passage, I nearly ran into another door. This one was the standard push-type, however, and I wasted
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156 no time in using it.
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157 WHOOOP! WHOOOP! WHOOOP! Drat, an alarm. I sprang through the door.
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158 I found myself on the lowest level of a multi-level parking facility, the level reserved for "the management".
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159 nbelievably, Fred was parked nearby. I jumped in, gunned the engine, and drove as quickly out of there as possible.
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160 *ALMOST* didn't see the bright blue dot of a laser trace a line across the side of the concrete wall before me.
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161 I didn't question who, or why, but just kept driving. A momentary glimpse from the rear-view mirror told me all I
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162 needed to know.
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163 A small drone, about 2' in diameter, floated above the VW bug that was obviously designed to carry it. One of its
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164 various appendages was the source of that Medusa's gaze.
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165 I also saw something else in that brief moment. Three men had followed me out, just moments behind.
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166 They lay on the ground, cleanly cut in two.
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167 I pushed the accelerator harder. In a few minutes, I was sure that no one had followed me.
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168 "Fred?", I said. No reply.
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169 Again I called for his attention. Still no reply.
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170 amn, they must've disconnected him. I hope those manuals are accurate...
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171 My thoughts were broken into by the strange behavior of one of those electronic bulb-signs you see in front of banks.
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172 This one read, as it scrolled by, "FARLEY-COMPUTER LINKS I STILL HAVE. UNABLE TO DRIVE THOUGH. REPAIR REQUESTED."
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173 So, he'd somehow found out where we were, and sent that message through the many twists and turns of the
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174 telecommunications world, to end up on that bank's sign.
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175 Or else, in desparation, he'd sent it to *ALL* the banks.
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176 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 01/04/84 - 09:12 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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177
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178 :::::Prometheus::: Mad Actor, from what you say, there is new evidence in the Downs case, which is the only criteria for a
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179 retrial in the United States.
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180 It does certainly put a shadow of doubt over the case. ::::: Prometheus:::
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181
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182 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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183 Wonks, Wimps and Nerds (words:Quentin Long, Music: Lilly Burbero
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184 by way of the LA FilkHarmonics)
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185 Joe Phan and Sue Phan - hear what I've heard -
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186 We are now Science Wonks, Wimps and Nerds!
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187 (No) more are we strange, obscene or absurd;
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188 No! We're now Science Wonks, Wimps and Nerds!
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189
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190 Why is it wrong that we're optimist dreamers?
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191 Why are we laughed at and shunned by mundanes?
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192 (They) Worship the past; they're all Luddite extremists
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193 (and) Use a mere half-a-percent of their brains!
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194
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195 Dreaming of space flight - as you've averred -
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196 Makes us all Science Wonks, Wimps and Nerds.
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197 If so, I'm glad to be a Rare Bird
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198 Known as a Science Wonk, Wimp or Nerd.
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199
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200 Greenhouse effects and Malthusian crises;
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201 Troubles in droves and no cures to be found.
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202 Wonks, Wimps and Nerds say, "If you need cures, try _these_!"
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203 "We'll keep your world from tumbling down!"
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204
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205 Mankind shall no more do Terra dirt
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206 Thanks to us Science Wonks, Wimps and Nerds.
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207 (For) Saving the planet, here's the good word;
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208 Call on us Science Wonks, Wimps and Nerds!
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209 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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210
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211 Annie Stillson sat quietly, silence was the only way to convince her husband of anything when he got like this.
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212 Annie opened her eyes for a second, curiosity had gotten the better of her, she wanted to see what effect she was having.
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213
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214 Alexei was waiting for this, he knew her little tricks, after all she had been using them for all two years of their short
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215 married life. Alexei gave her a knowledgable look.
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216
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217 Annie could not stand it anymore, she exclaimed "Where are we going! I demand to know!" She stood and tried another trick,
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218 bouncing along with the train. This one was much more new.
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219
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220 "I can not tell you, and you know it. So sit down and finish the game. I almost have you in Gammon." Alexei motioned for
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221 her to sit back down.
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222 "Oh yes you can, and *YOU* know it! The only reason you haven't told me is because you get a very weird pleasure out of
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223 teasing me." Point said, Annie sat down, and started to consider a move.
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224
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225 "Alright, I admit it. You *DO* get cute when you don't know something you want to, and I could tell you if I wanted to."
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226 Alexei decided to wait it out, until she broke down and asked... again.
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227
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228 She looked up from the board, and waited a moment and then said loudly "Then where are we going?" Annie was getting her
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229 composure back. And was just a little harder to annoy now.
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230
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231 "Castiofore Castle, I have a freind there. I received a letter from him three days ago saying he needed some help, and
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232 asking if I would come." Alexei waited for Annie to get used to this, and then continued.
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233 "We are going to the Castle under the story that we are a freind of the Lord's, in for the wedding.The Lord's daughter is
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234 to be married to my freind in three days hence."
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235
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236 "Then what trouble is he in, and why exactly is he your freind?" Annie was suspiscious of anyone who could have annoyed
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237 her so much.
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238
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239 "I met him in medical school, in London. And he thinks that his fiancee is not the same person he proposed to." Alexei had
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240 no idea how She was going to respond to this latest tid-bit.
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241
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242 "Not his true bride?" Asked Annie, she then continued "Why does he not think so?"
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243 "My freind and his original fiancee played a little game. He would ask her if She liked him, and she would say 'Why, yes,
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244 I love you.' Five days ago, my freind repeated this game, and his fiancee did not answer with the right response."
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245
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246 "Well maybe she forgot, or simply did not wish to play the game. Ladies do get tired of Men you know?" Annie seemed proud.
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247 "No, when he asked Her about it, She knew nothing of the game. That is when he started noticing other things. Intimate and
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248 otherwise." Alexei shamed Annie to a point where She was either going to have to continue the discussion red-faced or was just
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249 going to have to give it up.
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250
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251 "Well then, when will we arrive at Castle Castiofore?" A change of subject, Alexei was sorry to have had to embarrass Her
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252 like that, but if She persisted in it too long, he might start to wonder about his freind too.
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253
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254 divovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivove
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256 DIVOVE: i before e except after c.
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257 friend not freind
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258 ==================== a poor speller myself, but the obvious ones get to me
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259 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PaPa
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260 TILEAN: In response to that other person, I like TI-LE-AN better.
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261 SONDARGAARD: I think DUNE in 3 would be ok. Maybe just leave the
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262 house vol down.
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263 FARLEY: Glad you were being so well noticed. (Just go ahead and slip
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264 in, recover your 'betsy' and stuff, and then slip out again,,, sure!)
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265 well i must go find my 30 character id code to get onto that system,
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266 ... now where did i write it down ... oh yea, on the safe ...
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267 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PaPa Smurf ~~~~~~
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268
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269 `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'
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270 I believe that the time has come to reveal my presence to all.
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271 I have been pushed into this limelight by a benifactor of unknown call to
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272 me at the present time. Alas, I am here by my own accord none the less.
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273 A name has been chosen, and I will be forced to deal with many. Many will
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274 be forced to deal with me. Nay, I am not just the passing fancy of one on
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275 holiday, I am one that will last even longer than the passage of the time
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276 called "full moons". Prehaps the chores that will be relayed to me from
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277 the one(s) that brought me here will not be to much of a burden to those
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278 required to participate. Woe, that it is to play the fool to anothers
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279 whims. But such as these are not forsaken to triffeling banter to all.
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280 This time is at an end, so I say to you- Fare thee well-
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281 `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`' "Mystery Author" `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'
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283 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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284 OH, I GET IT I'M JUST SUPPOSED TO USE A BUNCH OF WEIRD SYMBOLS LIKE THESE
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285 TO SET ME APART FROM THE REST OF THE STAMPEDE? I'LL PLAY THE GAME.
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286 WHAT'S ALL THIS ABOUT COMPUTER LINKS AND MISSLES IN FINLAND? ALMNOST EVERY
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287 TIME I CALL BACK, ALL THE STUFF THAT SOMEBODY'S PUT ON THIS BOARD HAS
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288 GONE AWAY. MY TOUGH LUCK I GUESS. SINCE EVERYBODY MAKES UP THEIR OWN NAMES
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289 AROUND HERE I'LL DO THE SAME. --+ JUGGLER +--
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290 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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292 `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'
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293 I have returned with a riddle in me mind that wouldn't allow me the cutesy
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294 to sleep on this dire subject. And it was this- Am I to be the -D.O.-?
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295 Or shall that be the name from which strings shall tie unto me as do
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296 those form the Puppeteer to his Puppet? I am in such a quandery, my eyes
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297 will not stay closed for they seek the answers in the light, and there
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298 is no answer for there is no light. Oh, what is it that causes me such
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299 a curse as to make me a creature like UnDead? My pen faulters, but my eyes
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300 shall remain open until morrow is nigh... I bid the rest- sleep well.
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301 `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`' "Mystery Author" `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'
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302 `'`'`' 'Tis an early six hours and eight this morning... oh, to sleep...
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303 mMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmM
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304 Dan stepped out into the corridor following the man with the ink blot. A
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305 short way down the corridor, down a side branch, to the second door. Dan
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306 noticed as they passed that the doors were not numbered, instead they were
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307 marked in an unfamiliar manner, many with quite complex designs.
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308 As they entered, Dan noticed his guide trace a small circle on a white
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309 rectangle set into the front of the door.
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313 Farley, the alarm went "WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP"? Was it made by the Bud Clark Alarm Company?
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317 Luingil rose from her table and flipped her last coin on the table-
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318 a tip for the Innkeeper. She had spent a lot of her free time in this corner
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319 during her vacation, listening to the stories of the travellers and the
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320 locals, storing up small facts and fantasies...she was scheduled for a writing
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321 class at the Academie next term, and maybe one of them would help her with an
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322 assignment.
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323 She drew her blue cloak about her shoulders, and made sure that the
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324 blue star wouldn't be poking her in the chest. She filed through the crowd,
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325 taking one last, long look at the fabled, famous Backwater Inn before she
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326 went through and closed the doors. She trudged through the night past the
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327 leafless Rowan Tree, towards the Teleportal to the Osu Academie, and as she
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328 left the circle of light pouring through the windows, she thought on the one
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329 resolution that she would definitely keep this year... to return to the Inn.
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330 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
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331 The above is just my rather soppy way of saying that I have to return
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332 to Corvallis now.
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333 TO NEW USERS: The purpose for this board is that there is no purpose!
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334 this is for stories on any theme, discussions ditto. Picture the conversations
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335 you could hear in a Tavern..fantastical or otherwise...and you have the purpose
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336 for the Backwater Inn.
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337 TO T(I/Y)LEAN: Thanx for telling us WHO DUN IT... now I can sleep nites
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338 at OSU...
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339 TO EVERYONE: Thank you for sharing your artistic workings with all of
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340 us lesser mortals (who never get the courage to put up a story.)KEEP IT UP!!
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341 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/Luingil/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/(Au Rivers!!)\/\/\/\/\/\
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345 CAN ANYONE FIGURE OUT THIS PATTERN?
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347 I MEAN CAN ANYONE UNSCRAMBLE THIS WORD?
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349 EATHSILLHS
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351 GOOD LUCK !!!!
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355 THIS STORY WRITTEN BY O.J. HOWARD
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356
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357 THE PHONE RINGS... JULIE ANXIOUSLY AWAITS THE CALL FROM HER BOYFRIEND. HER PARENTS ARE GONE FOR THE WEEK, SHE HAS THE
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358 HOUSE TO HERSELF. SHE HURRIES TO THE LIVING ROOM TO ANSWER THE PHONE... IT'S STRANGE... SOMEBODY IS WHISPERING ON THE
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359 OTHER SIDE OF THE LINE... JULIE I WANT TO KISS YOU... JULIE HANGS UP THE PHONE, AND RUNS ABOUT THE HOUSE, CLOSING ALL
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360 THE CURTAINS, AND MAKING SURE ALL THE DOORS AND WINDOWS WERE LOCKED. THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN... A VOICE SAYS... I WANT
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361 YOU HAAAA HAAAA HAAAA... AND I AM GOING TOO... PREPARE TO HAVE SOME FUN TONIGHT.
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362 AN HOUR LATER, JULIE IS SITTING WATCHINGMTV. THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN, BUT THIS
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363 TIME SHE IS NOT GOING TO ANSWER IT... BUT THEN AGAIN IT COULD BE HER BOYFRIEND
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364 CALLING, SO SHE REACHES OVER AND ANSWERS THE PHONE. THE STRANGERS VOICE AGAIN.
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365 .. ARE YOU READY, I AM... I GOT THE HOTS FOR YOU... SLUUUURRRRRP. JULIE HANGS
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366 UP THE PHONE, AND WATCHES THE NEW VIDEO BY MICHAEL JACKSON, HER FAVORITE SINGER.THE PHONE RINGS ONCE AGAIN, BEFORE THE
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367 PERSON ON THE OTHER LINE COULD EVEN SPEAK SHE SAYS, IF YOU REALLY WANT MY BODY,
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368 COME ON OVER, I WILL GIVE YOU THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE... THE VOICE SAYS... OH RE
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369 ALLY... I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER GIVE IN. IN FIVE MINUTES OR LESS THERE IS A
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370 KNOCK ON THE DOOR. JULIE REALLY THOUGHTTHAT THE GUY BELIEVED HER. SHE PEEKS OU
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371 T THE CURTAIN, SHE SEES SOMEONE AT THE DOOR, BUT SHE CANT SEE WHO IT IS... SO
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372 SHE GOES TO THE DOOR, AND ASKS WHO IT IS... ITS THE SAME VOICE AS ON THE TELE-
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373 PHONE... BUT THEN THE VOICE CHANGED ITS TONE, IT WAS HER BOYFRIEND. HER BOYFRIEND SAYS, DID I SCARE YOU... THAT WAS ME
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374 GIVING YOU ALL THOSE PHONE CALLS. SHE OPENS THE DOOR , AND LETS HIM IN. JULIE
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375 SAYS TO HIM, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN... AND HER BOYFRIEND SAYS, WILL YOU STILL LET ME HAVE YOUR BOD, YOU PROMISED IT TO ME
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376 ON THE PHONE, THEY GO INTO THE BEDROOM
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377 AND CLOSE THE DOOR....
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380 THE END---
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382 HEY O.J. THAT WAS A PRETTY GOOD STORY, ARE YOU NEW TO THIS B.B.S. TOO? KEEP UP THE GOOD STORIES
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384 *%_)#*@%)_*%_!)%#*)_@*_)&^*)_%&*_#)^*#_)^&*)_&*_)*&_)*&_)*&_)$*%&_)$*&_$)%&*_*)
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385 "Geez I wish I had my car!", I said to myself, while trying not to be
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386 overcome with carbon monoxide fumes emanating from the back of the bus. History
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387 may someday show us that the invention of the mass-transit bus did more to
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388 hinder the development of civilization than any Wink Martindale game show could
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389 ever hope to do.
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390 Just then, two uniformed men, who from their swagger sticks and
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391 official manner, obviously worked for the bus company, boarded the bus and
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392 began checking each unlucky patron for fare inspection.
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393 Finally, both made their way to the back of the bus, and me. "Who
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394 are you sneering at punk?", demanded one of the little Hitlers. "Ur, are you
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395 talking to me?", I replied. Then I realized why I was getting such special
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396 attention: I was back in my Billy Idol disguise (I'll never forgive Gaudy
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397 for getting me this getup). "Yea, punk.", the other would-be-dictator said.
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398 "*WE* are talking to you. Let's see your proof-of-payment. And don't give
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399 us any lip!" I have always hated trite idioms, but I complied. No need to
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400 get in trouble with the local boys in grey.
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401 I seemed to pass their little inspection; my proof-of-payment was
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402 in order, so they left me alone. My mind drifted to thoughts of Petrov. The
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403 mission had helped me forget a bit of the hatred I held for him, but my
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404 vengeance would not be stifled. "Until we meet my dear friend", I laughed to
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405 myself.
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406 The trail to the apartment building was not hard to follow, thanks
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407 to the COMSET links and a never-ending trail of eager snitches, willing to
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408 spill their entire life stories for a few dollars American. It's amazing
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409 what one can learn from the window of a bus that has to stop every other
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410 block to pick up or let off more passengers.
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411 The last mile or so I had to walk, but that is to be expected. The
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412 city bus routes were obviously planned by throwing numbered darts at a city
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413 map, blindfolded. But the bus stop could have been farther away from the
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414 destination of the funny looking foreign job and the guy with blood stains;
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415 this could have been East county.
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416 After spending several minutes following the most probable route
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417 of the car (if only NET probability training included dice rolling, maybe
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418 I could do better at one of the NET risk parties) I finally spotted the
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419 car parked in a lot next to an apartment building. Everything seemed quiet
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420 outside, but... Something strange... Call it a sixth sense if you will, but I
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421 couldn't shake it. Something big was about to go down. It all seemed to
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422 revolve around this apartment building.
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423 I started to make my way towards the apartment building entrance.
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424 "This is it," I said to myself, unholstering the new NET issue weapon I had
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425 been chosen to test. "I hope Ian knew what he was doing having me field-test
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426 this baby..."
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427 *%#)_@*%_@#)%*@#_)*^%#)_$^*#)_$*^*)_**^_)#*^_)#*^)_#*^)_#*^_)*+*^+#*^_#!*^*)_*
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428 Farly: Glad you were so much help. Do I need to hint anymore on where you
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429 should show up next?
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430 Mikey: I'll give you a call Monday and get that company's number/address/what-
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431 ever from you. Thanks for the help.
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432 _)*#$%_)@*%_*%)_@#*%@)_#%@_)*% L'homme sans Parity *%)_@#*%@)_#*%@)_*%@)_#*%@_*
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434 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua
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435 No entry, just a comment. It seems everyone is gathering at the apartment, for
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436 the great climax of the story. Perhaps even Farley will show up (and stop
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437 playing around the fringes; as far as I'm concerned, you are welcome to join in.)
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438 Since Petrov is returning to OSU tomorrow, there is really only time for one
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439 more entry from him. Since the reunion of Joshua & Petrov should be such a
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440 dramatic scene, I felt I could not do his character justice on my own, so we
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441 decided to collaborate on the entry. As you can see, there has been no entry
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442 for several days. Which just goes to prove the old sayings about committees.
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443 Well, we'll see what happens.
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444 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua
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447 BY ................. STEVE WOMACK
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448
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449 I LOOK INTO THE COMPUTER SCREEN, AND
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450 NOTICE THAT SOMETHING HAS INTERUPPTED
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451 MY GAME OF ZAXXON. THE SCREEN CLEARS
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452 AND READS AS FOLLOWS...
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454 HELLO, THIS IS DAMIEN
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455 HOW ARE YOU TONIGHT?
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456
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457 ENTER CHOICE...
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458
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459 1) MAKE A NEW PASSWORD.
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460 2) CHECK BANK ACCOUNT.
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461 3) SHOP-AT-HOME-SERVICE
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463 >
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465 SO BEING CURIOUS I ENTERED 2 AND THE
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466 SCREEN CLEARED...
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468 JOSEPH KINGSTON... ACCT. # 73636263-85
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470 BALANCE AS OF 1-4-85 ....
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472 MUST BE THE MOON.
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473 [a][b][c][d][e][f][g][h][i][j][k][l][m][n][o][p][q][r][s][t][u][v][w][x][y][z]
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474 Don't expect other people to make your life the way you want it. They
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475 have their own ideas and wants, and they seldom agree with your veiws of life.
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476 If you wish to live your life the way you want to, you must do it yourself.
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477 No one is going to help you, they are too busy living their own lives.
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478 So resolve as of this day, you will live your own life your own way, and not
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479 be cajoled or otherwise controlled by those who would have you live your life
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480 their way. They are trying to make the world conform to what they consider is
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481 the proper way of living, but that doesn't mean you have to live that way.
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482 It is your life to live not theirs, and they have no right to force you to
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483 live it their way.
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484 Remember this the next time someone tells you what you MUST do.
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485 [a][b][c][d][e][f][g][h][i][j][k][l][m][n][o][p][q][r][s][t][u][v][w][x][y][z]
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488 ###################################################################
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489 The Innkeeper lay upon his cot, restlessly tossing and turning. Suddenly
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490 he cries out into the still night air, "No!" Sitting on the edge of the
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491 cot, the Innkeeper wraps his arms about himself, still shaking at the
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492 intensity of the nightmare.
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493 The Innkeeper had been laying in his cot gazing into the darkened room
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494 trying to find sleep, when a shadow passed over him. Peering into the
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495 gloom, he could just make out someone standing nearby. Then he saw a
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496 knife blade in her hand reflecting the weak moonlight seeping through
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497 the curtained window. The Innkeeper spoke in a none to steady voice,
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498 "Who are you? What do you want?" When the stranger spoke, he knew who
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499 it was. "I've come for revenge!" It did leave the Innkeeper stunned
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500 however, "But why? I thought you were my friend? What have I done to
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501 make you feel this way Pam?" She responed angrily, "Bah! You men are
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502 all alike, no sensitivity at all, you could care less about my feelings,
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503 you only care about your own overinflated ego." The Innkeeper was
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504 quite shocked at this outburst, "That's just not true, I care very much
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505 about you. I love you!" At this, Pam just laughs, "You're just saying
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506 that to save your filthy hide! Enough of this talk! You're now going
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507 to pay for ruining my life! I'm not going to let you hurt me again!"
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508 As the knife came down towards his chest, the Innkeeper screamed, "No!"
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509 Still shaking, the Innkeeper got up and moved to the window, and pulled
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510 aside the ragged curtain to look out at the rear court of the Inn. The
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511 moon glinted off of the ice encrusted puddles left by the rain from a
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512 few nights ago, providing an eiry silent world outside. Knowing that he
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513 was not going to be able to sleep anymore that night, the Innkeeper put
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514 another log in the stove, lighted a lamp, and settled down to read a
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515 book to try to get his mind off of the nightmare.
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516 ####################### The Innkeeper #################################
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518 Heavy stuff... --Herbie
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520 I really hope someone can get hardcopy of this stuff, I would like to keep my
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521 entries- etc. etc. blah blah blah `'`'`' "Mystery Author" `'
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524 ######################################################################
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525 It is much later... The Innkeeper swatted at the stray sunbeam as it
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526 crawled slowly across his face. Then, awaking with a start, he realized
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527 that he had fallen asleep. At least he had been untroubled by fearful
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528 spectors this time. But why should he have such a nightmare as that? He
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529 held no grudge against Pam, and he knew of none that she held against him.
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530 So why the dream? It caused him to tremble just thinking about it.
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532 Looking out the window, the Inkeeper saw that the sun had melted the ice
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533 and frost from the grounds, but instead of making things better, it seemed
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534 to leave the landscape look bleak and desolate. The late afternoon sun
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535 lent a brownish gray tinge to it all. Shivering at the ill omen, the
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536 Innkeeper turned back to his sparse room.
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537
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538 A knock at the door. Now what could that be? Opening it, the Innkeeper saw
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539 a messenger boy who silently held out an envelope. Tipping the boy a
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540 copper, the Innkeeper took the letter and opened it. Drat! Another
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541 Christmas dinner? What is this? The holidays are over, must they continue
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542 to obtrude upon me still? And this time mother says she will never forgive
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543 me if I'm late again. Sigh... maybe I can get away in time to get at least
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544 one certain thing done. At least, I hope so.
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545
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546 Ah yes, decisions, whether we make the choice to meekly follow the demands
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547 of others, or purposfully go our own way, it is in the end our own
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548 decision. Like it or not, we choose our own destiny. Whether it be by
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549 following the paths of others, or striking out on our own, the choice is
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550 made by you and you alone. Just rememeber that you can always change your
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551 mind, and take another path or forge one anew whenever you wish.
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552
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553 (So why do I relent and go to the dinner when I would rather be doing
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554 something else? Sigh, such is life.)
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555 ###################### The Innkeeper ##################################
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557 ****************************************
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558 Pam: If you're out there, remember the CPM system I told you about?
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559 Why not try it. Type a couple of carraige returns to get it going.
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560 ***************** CISTOP MIKEY ******************************
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561
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562 I do not do much here, actually I only lurk. Tho only real interactive thing I ever did was turnig on my terminal.
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563 Yeah, all I d, really, is turn on and off my terminal. Sometimes I leave messages though.
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564 Yeah, my messages usually say I leave messages. Sometimes I will leave a message that says I never leave messages.
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565 I do not do much around here, actually, I only lurk. And that seems to be everything I wanted to say.
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566 So I'll see you later, and remember, I only lurk, I never leave messages, and when I do, they say I lurk and never leave any
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567 messages.
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568 I'll be ambling along now, and I'll see you later, or maybe I wont. Cause I only lurk, I never see people, and when I do see
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569 people, I tell 'em I only lurk, and never see people.
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571 lurkerlurkerlurkerlurkerlurkerandsoonandsoonadabsurdum
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573 Funny,at least it was funny. I only wonder what will happen when the mystical lurkers get hold of him though.
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574
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575
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576 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (if you read this, DA & Enter something)
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577 So it has come to pass that I DO nothing in the late of night. The
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578 only thing that happens is the passing of each faded, tired, and lonely
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579 hour spent in this chair. For the complete truth to be told, my fingers
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580 are the part of me, except for my eyes, that make any attempt at motion-
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581 the movement being the only disernable activity to prove that I am even
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582 remotely alive. It may even be a prevarication to say that I am even
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583 in an awakened state as my fingures tap gently away in what has become
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584 the late early hours of the following morning. Although not alone, mine
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585 are the only eyes that are open to such meekness. Having requested to
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586 use the entrance to The INN, my numb digits press forward into farther
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587 reaches of what may only be a non-remembered dream for the vast majority
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588 that will never read such entries as these. I do not mean to be in such
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589 a philosophical mood, it is just the way I feel ALL of the time when I
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590 am in solitude. The odd thing is, not until I have started to use this
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591 extrordinary (sp?) vehicle did I even consider the possibility of altering
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592 my simplest thought processes of communication. Let me be the first to
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593 admit in my case that I have been using two and more identities here.
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594 Each identity I use, I try to create a differing flare, something to set
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595 its' life apart from what may be known as my other selfs. Now I have
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596 found that the 'personalities' I use are becoming more profound, a
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597 little bit more filled with a twist of uniqueness. To you, the
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598 Master, Michael Day, I can not thank you enough for weathering that
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599 emotional storm and coming out hardened, refreshed, and victorious.
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600 I am at loss for words -momentarily- to express the quantities of
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601 emotion and revelation you have helped me unlock within myself with
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602 having merely remained open to your public, a public that has grown
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603 and shared much with their new friends that may only be recognized by
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604 the oddest of symbols used to distinguish one apart from the rest.
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605 I am fully aware that because I have chosen this form of communication
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606 (bottom of db) you may not receive this message until days have passed
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607 and these words are stacked with the other disks that have acumulated
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608 a wealth of onformation- relavent or otherwise.
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609 The phrase I use quite frequently when I notice that a new phase is taking
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610 over The INN is this- "it looks as if I've jumped on the bandwagon again".
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611 It applies once again. A (old & new) friend has informed me that The INN
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612 is a lot like what has happened here within the past few weeks. He said,
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613 "It is almost always going through changes. It is in a Fantasy state now,
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614 but it will change to become full of spy stories later, and will
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615 eventually come back around to being filled with discussions on many
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616 diferent philosophies." Yes, that's true. When you have finally read this
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617 entry that may only pass like the chill wind, please let me know that you
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618 have and if further discussions are permissable. I have noticed
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619 lately that you have once again been struck with the icy feelings of
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620 a love, loss, disillusionment(?), and recently, confusion. Your entries
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621 may pass some by, but never do they pass by me unnoticed. Prehaps I
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622 care too much for the ones I do not know- and not enough for the ones
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623 which I know well... (another bandwagon? maybe not) I have
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624 been told that I cannot keep blaming what has/has not happened in my past
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625 for the things which affect me in the present. Dammit! I only feel that
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626 way inrespect to times that others will never understand!
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627 woooooops... sorry for that last outbreak, I got carried away- as is the
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628 case when I speak of my emtions. (kids will be kids; and e/only will...)
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629 I am at an end. *PLEASE* reply, okay? --->Michael Sondargaard
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