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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 *********************** INSTALLED: 16 APR 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 thepright 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 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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21 To say that I am surprised at finding myself forced into the backseat
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22 of a car would be an example of incredible understatement. Stunned,
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23 shocked, outraged, and perhaps frightened would certainly describe my
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24 mental state at the moment, but despite my condition I quickly gain an
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25 impression of my surroundings and of the other occupants of the automobile.
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26 The man who had extended the rather rough "invitation" to enter the
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27 car sits on my right between me and the door. He is clean shaven, and
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28 though his hair is gray I can tell that he had been blonde when he was
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29 younger. He is dressed in a conservative suit, tie, and shoes, and he
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30 looks as if he has made every effort to appear nondescript. When I turn to
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31 my left I am met with the sight of an individual who is the antithesis of
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32 my captor. His skin is a healthy nut-brown, his hair cut looks as if
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33 someone had placed a bowl over his head and trimmed around the sides, and
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34 there is a sickly green slime running from his nostrils to his chin. In
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35 his hand is what appears to be a knife made out of the jawbone of some poor
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36 creature, its incisors sharpened to a point. His eyes have a dull gleam to
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37 them, as though he is in a drugged state. I can only see the back of the
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38 driver's head, but he seems to be of the same type as the knife-wielder.
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39 It's odd how the mind works under stress. I am far from calm, but a
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40 portion of my mind seems to view the entire affair as if I wasn't part of
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41 it, a spectator. I mentally run through a series of jokes and puns about
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42 my situation, and then name my captors. My knife bearing friend becomes
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43 Moe (of the 3 Stooges) because of his haircut, while Mr. 3-Piece Suit
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44 becomes Siegfried. Unfortunately, that portions of my mind isn't in
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45 control.
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46 "Wha... wha... wha... what are you doing?" I stammer.
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47 "Ooooooh! Porky Pig, right?" Moe giggles oddly, "I just luuuve Looney
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48 Tunes!"
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49 "Quiet," Siegfried orders, "driver, airport. Kaobawa, establish
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50 cellular communications with Portland contact, transmit coded message for
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51 successful completion of primary goal." He then turns to me and smiles.
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52 He has disgustingly thin lips and his smile is cruel. His eyes don't
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53 smile. "I hope we haven't... inconvenienced you my dear. I'm afraid that
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54 you have an unscheduled appointment to keep. But don't worry, you'll
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55 travel in style. Cargo class. Kaobawa...?"
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56 Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my left arm, and I turn to see Moe
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57 smiling strangely at me as he begins to put a syringe back into a small
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58 case. My vision begins to tunnel, and a roaring sound seems to fill the
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59 air around me. As I lose consciousness the last thing I hear is Moe's
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60 voice.
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61 "Th...Th...Th...That's all, folks!" he laughs.
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62 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM.[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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63 ******************************************************************************
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64 Well here I go again I hope this work and I hope you like the story......
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65
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66 P.B.
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67
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68
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69
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70 Sangrion was a strange place, but Melopul considered it home. The
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71 imly illuminated passageways of the underground world were all
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72
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73 Sangrion was a strange place, but Melopul considered it home. The
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74 long, dimly illuminated passageways of the underground world were all
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75
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76 on was a strange place, but Melopul considered it home. The
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77 dimly illuminated passageways of the undergrgund world were all
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78 **************************************************************************
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79 HELP.... P.B. HOW DOES MOST PEOPLE ENTER STUFF WITH A TEXT FILE AND
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80 ENTER IT ON HERE WITH OUT TYPING IN THE WHOLE THING????
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81
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82 HELP P.B.
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83 ******************************************************************************
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84
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85 Sangrion was a strange place, but Melopul considered it home. The
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86 g, dimly illuminated passageways of the underground world were all
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87 that he knew. It was his job, and many others' also, to defend their
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88
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89
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90
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91 *************************************************************************
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92
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93
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94 Sangrion was a strange place, but Melopul considered it home. The
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95 long, dimly illuminated passageways of the underground world were all
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96 that he knew. It was his job, and many others' also, to defend their
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97 home against the many invaders form the surface that attacked from
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98 timt to time. The outside world was considered uninhabitable by the
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99 people of Sangrion, and many often died trying to repair breaches in
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100 the walls surrounding their home.
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101 Melopul was twenty zirecs old, a young member of the Life Patrol, He
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102 had benn patrolling the corridors of his home since his first zirec,
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103 and he had been fortunate enough to some out of his first few battles
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104 unscathed. But many of his fellow Patrollers had been killed in the
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105 recent battles, and he did not know how soon it would be until he
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106 joined their ranks.
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107 This particular day Melopul was patrilling the passageways near the
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108 outside world. Thousands of the working class Sangrionians, indentifiable
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109 by there noricably striking red garments, streamed past him, carrying
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110 food and other supplies, or containers of waste products with them.
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111 Nelopul was outfitted in white, as befitted a member of the Patrol,
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112 and he wore his uniform proudly. As he went along, he could see other
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113 members of the Patrol ahead and behind him, as they too watched the
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114 outer walls and busy corridors.
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115
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116 WELL I'LL CONTINUE THIS WHEN I RETURN.......P.B.
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117 SORRY FOR ALL THE GOOF UPS BUT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME ENTERING A LONG
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118 TYPED MESSAGE.. THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENTS...P.B.
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119 /|/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\//\/\/\/\///\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
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120 *_%)@#*%@_#)*%@#)_*%@#)_*%@#)_%*@#)_*^$_#)^*)_#$*^#)_$*^#$)_*#$)_*&)_*@_)*%@#_
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121
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122 "You gotta give old Conrad Hilton some credit though. At least his joints
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123 don't look like Motel 6!" Fellows was beginning to sound like a broken
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124 comedy record. The only time he wasn't joking around was when he was asleep.
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125 "Farley, hail us another cab." Parity directed. "Yell when it arrives,
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126 and keep it there until we come out. Fellows, I want a word with you."
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127 Farley did as he was told. Cabs were pretty popular this time of day,
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128 and the tip would make the cabbie's wait worthwhile.
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129 "Well Parity, what's up? Are you going to scold me for being too jovial?
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130 Am I in the dog house?"
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131 "You know me better than that. I realize you are trying to use humor with
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132 Farley so he will feel better aut the situation. You can stop being so
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133 funny all the time though. It can get in the way if it becomes habit."
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134 "Yes sir!" Fellows bellowed, and then followed with an appropriate salute.
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135 "Just kidding..."
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136 "Did you notice the make on that bug Farley found?"
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137 "Yes sir!" Fellows bellowed, and then followed with an appropriate salute.
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138 "Just kidding..."
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139 "Did you notice the make on that bug Farley found?"
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140 "Yea. It's the kind that P.A.I.N. used to deploy back in the seventies.
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141 Good old PAIN. Boy we used to really pun it up when they were around. I
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142 thought we scrubbed them plenty good. What do you think it means?"
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143 Before Parity could answer, Farley broke in with the news that a cab had
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144 finally decided stop instead of running him over.
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145 "We'll be right there." Parity called after him.
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146 "Do we tell our junior agent about the new card in the deck?" Fellows
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147 mused.
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148 "No need to worry him unnecessarily. Let's find miss Lamb, and take care
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149 SORRY...TOO MUCH LINE NOISE TO CONTINUE NOW. BW WON'T STAT IN ENTER MODE, AND
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150 I CAN'T KEEP STARTING OVER OR THE DISK WILL BE FULL OF GARBAGE. I'LL TRY
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151 LATER ON.
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152 *%_#@)*%)_@#*%@#_)%*@#_)%*@#%_*@#% L'homme sans Parity (%_)#@(%)_(%@#_)%(@#_%
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153 6767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767
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154 Sam was getting a little tired of tailing the two cars. He
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155 had been following them for quite some time now, and was still
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156 no closer to discovering any new information on the situation.
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157 After being assigned to Deus Ex Machina by NET 01 himself, he
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158 had driven around the central Portland area trying to spot
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159 any thing that seemed stranger than the usuall strange things
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160 that happend in downtown Portland. He had finnaly seem a car
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161 matching the description given to NET by an as yet unidentified
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162 informant. All he had been told was that NET had learned that
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163 members of a Nazi-like group were in the area and that someone
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164 had hinted they were going to try to kidnap someone by the name
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165 of 'Pam'. He wasn't sure, but thought it likely that that was
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166 the person he had been being pulled into the car before it shot
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167 away from the downtown area. Since he had started after the
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168 car, he noticed that there was another car also trailing it.
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169 He wasn't sure who this guy was either, but would wait and find
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170 out before taking any action. He hoped something happend soon,
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171 since he wanted to be able to report more than that he had been
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172 following a car all this time. Well, he would wait...
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173 6767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767
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174 (ch /had been being/had seen being/)... ARGH!
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175 6767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767
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176
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177 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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178 FROM PROMETHEUS; ENCASED
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179 DRAT, IT IS ENTER ONLY AND THIS PROGRAM DOES NOT SEE ANY
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180 OF THE ADVANTAGES IN LOWER CASE SENDING AND SUCH.
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181 GRANTED, I AM FORTUNATE TO HAVE A WORKING TERMINAL NOW,
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182 BUT AT LEAST IT COULD LOAD SOME OF MY OLD TERMINAL PROGRAMS.
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183
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184 ASSORTED MESSAGES FOLLOW, WHAT THEY ARE FOLLOWING, I WILL
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185 NOT EVEN PRETEND TO KNOW.
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186 MAN IN GRAY; THE KEY IS A DEFINATE MEMORY HERE, AND SINCE
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187 THE LATEST VERSION OF TAG HAS NOT SEEN THE LIGHT OF DAY; DO
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188 YOU THINK IT MIGHT BE WISE TO START ANOTHER ONE?
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189 I CAN SEE THE DOSSIER NOW, IN A GRAY FOLDER, HANDED TO A
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190 SLAVING LEIUTENANT OF THE BLUE TEAM. THE BLUE LEADER WOULD SAY
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191 SOMETHING ABOUT "IF YOU SHOULD CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT" OR MAYBE
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192 "WE WILL DENY ANY INVOLVEMENT, WHETHER DIRECT OR INDIRECT"
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193
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194 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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195
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196 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/]
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197 He sat back in his chair
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198 And grined a grin,
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199 Saying "How good it is
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200 To be back again
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201 And hear the voices
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202 Of this INN of inns."
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203 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/]
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204 WE OUGHT TO GRIN, AFTER ALL, WE BOTH KNOW THAT PAM IS NOT AS
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205 GONE AS SHE PRETENDS TO BE. SOMEWHERE BACK THERE, SHE STILL
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206 WATCHES US. AN AMUSED SMILE AT OUR BUMBLINGS.
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207
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208 ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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209 The follow
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210 Sorry about the above...rotten 'ENTER ONLY'...
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211 The following is not a regular entry...
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212
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213 There I was, dressed in my rented tuxedo, staring at
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214 myself in the mirror...'My God', I thought, 'I've definitely
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215 seen better days...' Anyway, I combed my hair and left to
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216 picjck up my date Amber. Then I slowly remembered that I was
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217 also driving Shawn there. I swung by Shawn's, picked him up,
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218 and proceeded to Amber's house. On the way I almost forgot
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219 the corsage!! I kicked myself then went to get it. We
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220 finally arrived, about on time (sort of...), and I couldn't
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221 believe my eyes! There stood Amber dressed in this flowing
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222 white dress. I had NEVER seen her look so good, and promtly
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223 told her so. We then climbed into our (ha ha ha) chariot,
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224 and took off for the Jade West resteraunt in Portland. We
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225 arrived half an hour late. We had a delicious Oriental dinner
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226 then proceeded to the highlight of the evening...THE PROM!!
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227 We arrived at the Wilsonville Holiday Inn at 9:30pm and were
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228 we shocked...the super great prom that we paid $5.00/ticket
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229 for was a letdown. After the Prom was over, about 12am, we
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230 left. Since Amber had to be in by 1am we didn't have much
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231 time after the prom...feeling a bit rejected by a girl
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232 named LISA FULLER (choke) I asked Amber if I could share
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233 her waterbed with her. I promised that I wouldn't try any-
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234 thing, but I guess that she knew better than I thought...
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235 All in all, it was a greatyt night (I have finally just recovered
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236 from it...). If you thought this was a boring entry (and
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237 evening) just try to put down, in writing, something like this
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238 that sounds exciting...
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239 ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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240 here
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241 ps. Sorry again...I HATE ENTER ONLY!!!
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242 ????????????????????? The Doctor ??????????????????????????????
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243 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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244 Doctor: Sounds like you had a worse time than I did at my prom. Say, who's
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245 that Shawn person anyway? The name seems familiar, but I can't quite place...
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246 +++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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247 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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248 L'homme; enter a bit more, I'll contribute something substantial to-morrow,
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249 when I have my sanity back. I'd really love to meet the person who thought
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250 up the idea of "AP English"...
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251 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$##$##$##$##$# 22:33 - 04/16/85 #$##$##$#
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252 "Do we tell our junior agent about the new card in the deck?" Fellows
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253 mused.
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254 "No need to worry him unnecessarily. Let's find miss Lamb, and take care
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255 of this Kosta deal. I am worried enough about that part of the mission. If
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256 PAIN intends to butt in, things might get a bit sticky. I assume you packed
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257 the necessary equipment?"
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258 "Oh of course. Never leave home without one."
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259 "OK...let's go for a ride. You go on out, I want to make a phone call."
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260 %$#%#$%
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261 "The address is 719 Pike street. A nice leisurely ride please?" Parity
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262 told the driver. "We want to take in the sights of your beautiful city."
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263 "Shore is nice this time a year ain't it?" The cabbie was obviously
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264 proud to be called a San Franciscian.
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265 "Shore is..." Fellows laughed. "Shore is. Reminds me of the time..."
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266 Farley cut in before Fellows could regale all with another one of his
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267 lengthy stories. "Is that Lamb's address?"
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268 "No Eugene. That's the Bay Area office. Actually it is just a store fron,
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269 but we need to pick up some equipment Ian sent down to us."
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270 "Uh...should we be talking 'out loud' like this?" Farley was motioning a
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271 the driver. "And what about the walls having ears?"
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272 "Don't worry Farley, already checked out." Fellows produced a small devie
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273 from his sport coat pocket. Farley recognized it as NET issue bug detection
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274 equipment. "As for the driver, YOU aren't listening to us are you?"
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275 "Huh?"
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276 "We check these things out Farley." Parity assured. "But I'm glad you ar
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277 keeping on your toes. Now settle back and enjoy the ride. Things will be
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278 getting sticky soon enough."
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279 "Soon enough." Farley echoed.
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280
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281 %*)_@*%@#_)*^@)_*^@_)*^)@_#*^@#) L'homme sans Parity *(%)@#*%@#)*%)_@#%*@_)*%
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282 ch /ar/are/ /devie/device/ /fron,/front,/
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283 Farley:AP English was invented by someone who figured that highschool students
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284 who wanted to work hard deserved saving a few bucks when they got a 3, 4, or
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285 5 on the AP test. Imagine entering college with as many as 6 hours of English,
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286 6-9 hours of math, 3 hours of History, and 3 hours of Chemistry. All of this
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287 is before even setting foot in the door. That's what AP English is for. When
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288 you look back on your class, you'll be glad you did it, and you can give
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289 yourself a well-deserved pat on the back. Keep reading and writing!
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290 _%*#_%*@)_%*#_)%*#)_^*)_#!*^_)!*^_#!)^*_)*%$_)^*_)^*_)*^_)*^_)^*#_)^*#_*^#_^*#
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291
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292 ^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v
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293 moonlight
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294 sunlight
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295 all right
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296 you're free to go.
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297
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298 Never look back.
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299 ^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^valyn^v^v^v^v^
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300 Word of BOD (words: Emil Allzuwissender (Ernest Clark)
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301 tune: Ye Jacobites by Name
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302
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303 Chorus: Ye bureaucrats by name, lend an ear, lend an ear,
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304 Ye bureaucrats by name, lend an ear!
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305 Your precious BOD has made big plans,
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306 Wants money from our hands,
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307 Somethings's wrong with these demands!
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308 Ye shall hear!
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309 Double fees, we're going broke, so ye say, so ye say,
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310 Double fees, we're going broke, so ye say.
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311 On our balance sheet last year
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312 Thirteen grand we made, quite clear!
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313 Going broke so quick looks queer,
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314 Don'cha say! <chorus>
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315
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316 Oh, the kingdoms love it too, one and all, one and all,
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317 Oh, the kingdoms love it too, one and all!
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318 Rev'nue Sharing gives them pluck;
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319 Sign a member, get a buck!
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320 Kingdom aid might help BOD luck,
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321 So bribe them all!
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322 <chorus>
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323 And my membership so high, it will pay, it will pay,
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324 Oh, my membership so high, it will pay!
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325 Pretty soon, events, I hear
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326 Won't let non-members near,
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327 Pay your dues (they're not so dear)
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328 Or keep away!
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329 <chorus>
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330 And to keep each active good, paying money as he should,
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331 And to keep each active good, paying good.
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332 Should his status ever droop,
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333 Strip away the alphabet soup
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334 (Not a Lord left in the group!)
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335 Extort us good!
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336 <chorus>
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337 We the membership at large have no say, xave no say.
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338 We the membership at large have no say.
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339 When a member leaves the BOD,
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340 Replacing him looks odd,
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341 For WE don't pick the clods
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342 Wxo think your way!
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343 <no chorus>
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344 Word of BOD comes forth to say, thou shalt pay, thou shalt pay,
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345 Word of BOD comes forth to say, thou shalt pay.
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346 Yet our fantasy will thrive
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347 If the BOD does not survive
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348 When those robbers we deprive
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349 Of our pay, of our pay,
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350 Yes the BOD will not survive
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351 If we don't pay!
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352 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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353 q: what has umpteen legs, erratic worksmanship, and is made of wood?
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354 a: A Board of Directors!
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355 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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356 The above seemed appropriate at tax time. It is an SCA song about the
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357 time ( a few years back), when the BOD decreed that memberships were going
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358 to cost more and that you had to be a member or you couldn't (see attached
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359 LONG list....). If you let your membership lapse, well milord, I'm sorry
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360 but you no longer have ANY of those titles...
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361 A compromise was worked out, but there was a revival of an old joke
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362 from the LAST time the BOD had gotten 'out-of-hand'.
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363 "I hear that the Board of Directors wants to change their name."
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364 "Oh? Why?"
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365 "They want something that matches their opinion of themselves."
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366 "What are they changing it to?"
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367 "The 'Group of Directors'"
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368 "You mean..."
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369 "yep... G.O.D....."
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370 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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371 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Dreamtoucher*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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372 Even as the three friends at the inn were about to introduce themselves
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373 to THOR, Themnax, in his fully cloaked Lananaran singleship was crusing south,
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374 away from the Portland metro area.
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375 I hope Ian knows about the tap, Themnax thought to himself, he probably
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376 does, he HAS to. Oh well, x(n) has more to worry about then that, besides,
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377 this is as much in NET's intrest as it is the H.U.B.'s. He then reached out
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378 and typed a complicated set of instructions into the lananaran keyboard built
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379 into the single-ship's console.
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380 When he hit <exec>, all the reports to NET hq pertaining to both recent
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381 abductions dumped passed on an auxiliary screen and directly into cindi, his
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382 ship's onboard inteligence.
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383 'scaning now for those three cars, its voice informed him. 'that fine,
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384 keep an eye on them' was his informal command to the system.
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385 Touching another (short this time) sequince of keys and ajusting a few
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386 controls, his NET tap healed itself back to invisable dormancy.
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387 meanwhile, the chase below continued. 'I wonder' themnax mused to himself,
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388 if those two seperate abductions might actualy be one and the same, they seam
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389 to be in different places yet there almost seems to be a patern.
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390 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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391 TAGers: if the blue box on my wrist points at you and goes beep, your down for
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392 the count!
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393 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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394 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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395 --Sometimes getting back to continue a story is difficult... when I can't
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396 get on, I lose the thread. Oh well, the piper was having his fortune told
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397 via the Tarot and seemed to be losing conciousness.
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398 The piper had a vagrant thought, something about the world turning entirely
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399 black and hugging him to keep him warm, when the scene began to clear. He
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400 became first concious of the fact that he was no longer at the inn, unless --
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401 no, he was definitely not at the inn -- large horses were most certainly not
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402 welcome within the walls and this horse whith which he was nose-to-nose
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403 was certainly one of the largest he had ever seen.
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404 "And just where did YOU come from?" The voice was accompanied by a metallic
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405 clash.
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406 Looking upward, the piper became aware of the horse's rider. Covered in
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407 uncomfortable-looking plate mail, he seemed immense.
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408 "Well, never mind that now. I need a service." The clash came again as
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409 the figure leaned forward, a black plume drooping from the crest of the helmet.
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410 "Take this cup," he extended a silver flagon in one greaved hand. "And
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411 dip me a cool drink from the stream. I'm about to drop of thirst and if
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412 I get off this horse, I'll never make it back on."
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413 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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414 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=P.B.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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415 Melopul streamed past the place where the red workers, one by one,
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416 gathered thier food and supplies, and followed tham as they carried
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417 thier loads toward the center of the city. Then he headed for the main
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418 checkpoint. Every Sangrionian passed through these mighty walls as they
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419 were assigned new destinations. He followed the swarm of workers as
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420 they passed through an area near an opening to the surface, where the
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421 workers collected valuable supplies that were deposited there by strange
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422 and unknown forces working in the outer world.
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423 Then, as he went through as area that was close to the surface, he
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424 heard a cry arise from ahead, and rushed forward past the workers to
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425 find out what was going on. He found a horde of attacking enemies
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426 slaughtering the workers, while a few Patrollers were attempting to hold
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427 them off. Melopul rushed forward and joined in the struggel.
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428 The white Patrollers surrounded each invader, one by one, and killed
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429 it, though one or more of the defenders were inevitably lost. Their only
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430 hope lay in their far greater numbers. But the main invading force
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431 pressed on, and Melopul found himself being pushed back. He moved over
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432 to a wall moniter and flicked it on.
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433 "All Life Patrollers." he cried. "We're under attack in Sector Five!
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434 Come quickly!!!" Then one of the incaders came after him and he
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435 turned to fight.........
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436 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=P.B.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-==-=-=-=-=-=--==-
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437 Feeling typetive, will retuern with report this eve/morn! KOSTA
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438
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439 ago, but I guess there's no way for you to get a copy.
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440 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S --NO-LONGER-FRUSTRATED PROGRAMMER
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441 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S
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442 P.B: Your upload problem appears to be that you aren't using a long enough end-
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443 of-line delay. It's necessary to wait about 1 second after each CR sent. (With
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444 some modems--such as mine--an intercharacter delay is also needed, but you don't
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445 seem to miss characters except at the start of the line). I hope your software
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446 can be made to do this. Also, be sure to type BOTTOM just before you type
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||
447 ENTER. There was some good information about this on the disks about 10 days
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448 ago, but I guess there's no way for you to get a copy.
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449 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S --NO-LONGER-FRUSTRATED PROGRAMMER
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450 Well, I thought I finally understood this system, and this time when I uploaded
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451 it didn't take the first few lines at all!! (Yes, I DID set the margin larger than
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452 my maximum line length). When I repeated the process, everything went okay....
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453 --FRUSTRATED AGAIN!!
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454 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S
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455 DEAR FRUSTRATED; YOU LOOK TIRED AND GRUMP. IS YOUR COFFEE GETTING
|
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456 YOU DOWN? MAYBE YOU SHOULD SWITCH TO WELL-BLEND BRAND COFFEE, AND
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457 STOP HAVING THOSE ATTACKS OF NERVOUS UPLOADS. WELL-BLEND OFFERS A
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458 WIDE CHOICE OF FLAVORS ALONG WITH SEVARAL STRENGTHS TOO.
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459 ABBEY
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460 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}
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461 Bard: Magna Carta! Magna Carta! Bite the BOD!
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462 Piper: Hmmm...the only time I've ever had anyone lose consciousness during one
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463 of my readings was when they went on a little too long ... Nice to see the
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464 Book appearing here, though.
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||
465 Tin Man: HI! Nice to see your metal countenance again.
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466 All: I'm being lazy again. Overworked people get that way.
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467 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}
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468
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469 Frustrated: While you're at the "writing an upload program" you might want
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470 to take into consideration that those of us who get the lines numbered do
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471 not have a full 80 columns left on the screen. More like 75.
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472 Tinny: High?
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473 MiiiiG: Call sometime
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474 ? ? ? ? ?
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475 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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476 Frustrated Programmer: I solved the problem by using A.E. I have an apple IIe
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477 and what i did to solve the download problem was to type in the story with
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478 a text file editor and then proceded to call up Backwater with A.E. and then
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479 send it by a "character" sender which inputs the character on the ENTER mode
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480 with short pauses with each letters. Thanks for your advice and if all all
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481 (thats if at all) possible can you give me any hints such as in that file
|
||
482 since I really enjoy writing these little things up.
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483
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484 thanks P.B.
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485 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-==-=-=-=--=-=-==-=-==-=-==-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-
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486
|
||
487 "Now don't worry, Mrs. Wilson," said the doctor, as he closed his
|
||
488 black bag. "I gave your husband an antidote, and he'll get over his
|
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489 sickness soon enought."
|
||
490 "How lond will it be, Doctor?" asked Mrs. Wilson.
|
||
491 "A week, at the most," replied the doctor. "The antidote will help
|
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492 but there is a rerrible battle being waged in his body......"
|
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493
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494 ------------------------------------------
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495 Well hope you liked it since this is my first one can anyone give me
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496 comments and critism.......... thanks..... Oh by the way how does
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497 the title "LIFELINE" sounds for the story...
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498
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499 thanks...P.B.
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500 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=P.B.=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
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501 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Dreamtoucher*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
|
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502 While were waiting for THOR to find his woy back to the INN or something
|
||
503 else to develop, maybe now would be a good time to tell a little of Themnax's
|
||
504 younger life, before he was ever elected
|
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505 to act as a local coordinator, or had he served once shortly, well no mater.
|
||
506 Hmmmm , thought for sure that one was around here someware, well how about
|
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507 the time I first joined up with Starspell's gliders at fixed star?
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||
508 The air was sweet with the scent of pine and kit-kit-dizz. A walking stick
|
||
509 thumps the ground in sync with a pair of elven feet. Nearby, the padded tread of
|
||
510 a large four footed companion.
|
||
511 b
|
||
512 Too young to be ancient. too old to be young. not nearly as tall as the high ones.
|
||
513 Not quite as short as the legendary wolf riders. Humans decay visibly as they
|
||
514 age. Elves just get taller. Dreamtoucher's eyes have seen more turns of the
|
||
515 seasons than he cares to count. By the standards of elves on other worlds he
|
||
516 is still quite young. On the world of two moons, few live long enough to realize this.
|
||
517 Off in the distance the cheerful chattering of birds. to his ears it is chearful.
|
||
518 To them it is probably the serios bussness of life and death.
|
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519 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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520 ***************************************************************************
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521 Salty and Phil woke refreshed and ready to start getting down to buisness.
|
||
522 They needed to aquire help to repair the ship and load supplies, most would
|
||
523 be done by the men, but their are somethings that Salty wanted to have done
|
||
524 right the first time.
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||
525 **********************************************kathyd**alias-guesswho*********
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526 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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527 Isis -- I'm sure the problem is not the fault of the reader -- rather the
|
||
528 piper seems to get much too far into these things. Imagine, if you will,
|
||
529 giving a reading, then seeing your client begin to fade. Now look at the card..
|
||
530 The piper looked up at the black-plumed knight, then stepped around his
|
||
531 huge horse and reached up for the cup. The knight had raised his visor and
|
||
532 looked down at the piper from cool, blue eyes, a wisp of light brown hair
|
||
533 escaping from the cruel iron of his helmet to be toyed with by the light breeze.
|
||
534 "Thank you. I am in your debt." The voice was clear and level, although
|
||
535 somehow it held overtones of exhaustion.
|
||
536 With a smile, the piper took the cup and turned to find the stream this
|
||
537 knight had mentioned.
|
||
538 For the first time, the piper became more aware of his surroundings than
|
||
539 of his compainion. They stood on a plain between the foothills of a mountain
|
||
540 range on one hand and a meandering river valley on the other. Bare of trees
|
||
541 and habitation, the plain stretched on, an endless ribbon belting between
|
||
542 river and mountains. It was late afternoon, the sun had lost its afternoon
|
||
543 heat, leaving memories behind in the smell of the dust. To the east, toward
|
||
544 the river, the land fell off into a narrow bottom that contained the river,
|
||
545 then rose again to a plain on the other side of the broad valley. In the
|
||
546 distance, low foothills heaved themselves out of the plain to stand attendance
|
||
547 to another mighty range of mountains, their icy crowns proclaming their
|
||
548 sovreignity over the vast distances beyond.
|
||
549 The nearby river cut a large arc around where the knight and the piper now
|
||
550 stood. Small ravines cut into the plain, deepening down to the river bottom.
|
||
551 The piper started down one of these, hoping to come across a stream before he
|
||
552 reached the river, but willing to walk some distance if necessary.
|
||
553 Towards the bottom of the ravine, the piper came across traces of the passage
|
||
554 of a large number of men and horses. Following this track, the piper soon
|
||
555 came upon what remained of those who had left the tracks. First, the corpse
|
||
556 of a tall man, bloodstained where the haft of a spear protruded from him
|
||
557 gave warning as the piper began to crest a small hill. Sick at heart, the
|
||
558 piper somehow knew what sight would lay before him as he pressed his weary
|
||
559 steps onward.
|
||
560 The sights and smells of violent death are not for the weak of stomach. We
|
||
561 place a value on life -- a value that is trampled into the earth, defecated
|
||
562 upon, and ridiculed in the aftermath of a battle. The constant buzzing of
|
||
563 flies in this grim abbatoir sends a gay hum over the red and grey of the
|
||
564 colorful scene. The red of spilled and congealed blood is everywhere --
|
||
565 saturating the clay of the earth beyond satiation -- forming a reddish-black
|
||
566 jelly that clings to the boots, making the footing on the blood-soaked clay
|
||
567 slippery and treacherous. Figures are lying everywhere, some clasped in
|
||
568 that last cold intimacy of the dance that led to their death, their swords
|
||
569 and spears like the discarded instruments of some crazy orchestra that has
|
||
570 just stepped out for a break. Here a young man smiles, as if at a clever
|
||
571 joke, his sightless eyes surveying the ruin of what used to be his chest and
|
||
572 abdomen, there the intestines of two enemies intertwine in an intimacy that
|
||
573 goes far beyond anything that could be achieved in life.
|
||
574 Slowing only enough to be sure that none of the participants in this vast
|
||
575 pavanne of death still clung to life, the piper hurried on in search of water.
|
||
576 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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||
577 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S
|
||
578 P.B.: I am not familiar with A.E.--I have a TRS-80 and have written all
|
||
579 my own software. Since you seem to have solved the intercharacter delay
|
||
580 problem, you don't need the hints other people placed here about how to get
|
||
581 one (I did not try them, as my own software has the delay capability.) The
|
||
582 main information you missed was from Cistop Mikey about WHY intercharacter
|
||
583 delays are sometimes necessary (it has to do with modem characteristics) and
|
||
584 WHY the end-of-line delay is necessary. BW writes each line to disk when
|
||
585 the CR is received, and it's got to find the right place on the disk, which
|
||
586 takes time. When you get near the bottom of the disk, one second isn't
|
||
587 enough unless you use BOTTOM just before ENTER, which postions the head at
|
||
588 the end of the drive before the first line has to be written.
|
||
589 Cistop Mikey: Please enlighten me about what happened when I uploaded
|
||
590 yesterday! I printed out my capture buffer. My upload procedure was no
|
||
591 different from usual and the MA 120 shows before BOTTOM, yet the first 7
|
||
592 lines were rejected on the first try. There are prompts in front of them
|
||
593 and also strange letters between some lines: e.g. FL F, TS NE NY, and TROL
|
||
594 HNEO LOE. Uploading the same text immediately thereafter (having typed MA
|
||
595 120 and BOTTOM again) produced no such problem. What am I overlooking?
|
||
596 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S --PUZZLED PROGRAMMER
|
||
597 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=S/S/S/ PUZZLED PROGRAMMER -=-=-=-=-
|
||
598 Thanks for the info. By knowing now how BW saves the message on the
|
||
599 disk after each line I can set my delays for alittle bit longer..
|
||
600 Thanks....P.P.
|
||
601 -=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=--P.B.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
|
||
602 PIRNT
|
||
603 5555555555555555555555555555555555555555
|
||
604 "SIGHTLESS EYES"? HOW ABOUT HEARINGLESS EARS!!!
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||
605 5555555555555555555555555555555555555555
|
||
606
|
||
607 OOORRRIIIOOONNNOOORRRIIIOOONNNOOORRRIIIOOONNNOOORRRIIIOOONNNOOORRRIIIOOONNN
|
||
608
|
||
609 There once was a time
|
||
610 When the air was clean
|
||
611 The waters pure
|
||
612 And the forests green
|
||
613
|
||
614 Then came Man
|
||
615 He's killing the land
|
||
616 Taking from it
|
||
617 All he can
|
||
618
|
||
619 The air's now black
|
||
620 The waters brown
|
||
621 The forests burnt
|
||
622 To the ground
|
||
623
|
||
624 When will Man learn
|
||
625 To leave the land alone
|
||
626 To let the Birds fly
|
||
627 The Fish swim...
|
||
628 THE FLOWERS GROW
|
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TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 628
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