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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 20 AUG 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 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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21 HEY ALFRED !!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT !!!!! better luck next time'
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22 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<]
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23 __________________________________________________________________
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24 Frustration in the name of love? Hardly a thought for the suumer-
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25 time, but what of this finest of seasons, when the skies never
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26 darken, but spirits are another story. We live our lives moment by
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27 moment, yet when frustration is a constant companion, each moment
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28 seems like an eternity that must be endured instead of enjoyed. I
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29 tire of this muddle of a life I lead, where true happiness, what-
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30 ever that elusive creature is, fails to fall into my grasp, no
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31 matter how hard I try or how much I wish for it. Perhaps I am
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32 trying too hard, wishing too much, but I know not what else to do.
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33 To stop wishing and trying would be to admit defeat, and I am not
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34 ready to do that yet. I am confused and bewildered. I am damned if
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35 I do and damned if I don't. I can not go on like this. I am sick
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36 as Hell and I'm not going to take it anymore. Please?
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37 ______________________________________________________________c___
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38
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39 --------------------------------------------------well, what about unicorns?---
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40 Thank you folks for your efferts at prose, I will be back to read more.
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41 en
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42 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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43 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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44 Thank you, Oh God, for Jesus Christ our pro, who shows us how to get
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45 the right grip on life, to slow down in our back swing, to correct our
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46 crazy hooks and slices, to keep our head down in humility and to follow
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47 through in self-control.
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48 May He teach us also to be good sports who will accept the rub of the
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49 green, the penalty for being out-of-bounds, the reality of lost balls, the
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50 relevancy of par, the dangers of the 19th hole and the authority of our
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51 special rule book, the Bible.
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52 And Lord, when the last putt has dropped into the cup; the light of
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53 our last day has faded into the darkness of death; though our trophies be
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54 few, our handicap still too low and that hole-in-one still only a dream;
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55 may we be able to turn in to You, our tournament director, at the great
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56 clubhouse, an honest scorecard.
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57 Through Jesus Christ we pray, Amen.
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58 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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59 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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60 To the above: And please don't forget to "Kick me, Jesus, through
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61 the goalposts of life".
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62 tO THE ABOVE: Darn, you beat me to it.^ That is my favorite song, right
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63 before "A Boy Called Sue."
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64 WKWKWKWKWKWK
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65 ? MIG ?: S.P.N. STORY SOOON?
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66 WKWKWKWKWK
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67 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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68 L'homme: Yes, It's on the 24th. 8:30 to 2:00. Hopefully, I'll attend the
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69 PorSFiS picnic afterward. 2:30, I believe, at Mt. Tabor park. I've got the
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70 map around here somewhere...
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71 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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72 ((( Ripple )))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))
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73 Juggler, ok.
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74 eagerly waiting
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75 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple)))
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76 *%_#@*%_)@#*%@)_#*%@#_)%*_)*%!@_)*%!@*%!%*)_%&#)_^*_)@^&)@_*^@)_*^)_@*^)_@*^
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77 Milch: OK, but I probably won't see you either place. Good luck. If you have
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78 any last minute questions, please call voice-line.
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79 Mikey: Merci beaucoup for your help today. I am still working away on the
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80 8086 dump program, nothing much happening yet. No blinky on Copylink either.
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81 Life can sometimes be good...
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82 %*_)*%_@*%)#@*%_@#&^_)@&#_^)@#&^_)@&^ L'homme sans Parity **%@#_)%*_@#*%*@#%
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83 L'homme: What calculations? I just looked up the chart of positions in
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84 Astronomy magazine. You might be interested to know that Mars was in
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85 *conjunction on July 18th, only a few days before the night in question.
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86 Since that means it was on the *other side* of the sun....
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87 _________________________________Leonard_______________________________
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88 Bard thought to himself, "I'd better ask Trainor about these
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89 measurements, 5 *parsecs* doesn't seem right. That'd be over 16 light
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90 years!". Of course there had been the time on that space-going aircraft
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91 carrier... What was that guy's name again? Starduck? Something like that,
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92 anyway they had a unit called a 'parsec'... more like an AU... and
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93 'microns' as a measure of *time*?!!
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94 He was drawn out of these musings by Emu making contact. But with
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95 who, he wondered. Piper or ...
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96 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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97 while we're on the subject of songs... for some reason, the Pell-Mell
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98 brings to mind "Plastic Jesus"???
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99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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100 ____________________________________________________________________
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101 And sickness is indeed the problem. We become disheartened and des-
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102 pondant over little things that mean nothing to those who care not
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103 what we feel. We live under a cloud of unmeet desire and need. We
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104 reach out yet there is only substancless shadow that meets our grasp.
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105 We turn and cry in the night for lost dreams. Yet the hope springs
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106 eternal, we wish and pray and hope that an answer will be found, that
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107 the prayers will be answered. Always we keep trying, reaching. And still
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108 the confusion and frustration flows in our minds sapping our strength,
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109 leaving the world a gray wash devoid of color. Until the need is
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110 met, until the delema is solved there is no answer. So we keep on
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111 trying, hoping for brighter days, waiting for the spring of love.
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112 _______________________________________________________________d___
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113 ********************************************************************
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114 prayer? you can only have hope that your choices are the right
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115 ones. your mind controls your destiny, gee for "heavens" sake
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116 that is why we have one.(a mind) if you cannot grasp "happiness"
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117 then you are looking in the wrong place.
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118 *****alwayshappy****kathyd***sometimesfrustratedbutalwayshappy*****
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119 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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120
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121 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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122 Glancing through a window of the Inn I take notice of a figure or two
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123 far down the way that had been left behind many an hour ago. (This entry
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124 is a little messed up.) Knowing what they must feel, missing the trip of a
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125 lifetime, I chose for once to leave the warmth of this shelter to offer a
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126 few words of friendship in their new solitude.
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127 I had stumbled only a step or two past the old, weathered door when I
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128 saw that one of the beings was hopping slowly away while making harsh
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129 breathing sounds. Or were they sobs?
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130 Walking down the dusty path that lead away from the Inn, towards the
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131 enbankment where sat one being, now alone. Not really stirred or extremely
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132 dismayed by the departure, she maintained her spirits by taking a twig that
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133 lay along the wayside and began to create images in the sand that conveyed
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134 a sense of meaning. They were simple drawings, but they gave the feeling
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135 that behind them lay deeper spories yet untold.
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136 As one such drawing came to its finishing touches she gave it a
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137 critical eye, adding a stroke or scratch to give it more character and then
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138 wiped the ground smooth, ready for another image to spring to life from the
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139 end of the twig that moved in the clutches of her hand.
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140 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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141 Ripple - I'll try to go with the paper, using the book for details only...
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142 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -JUGGLER- -+- -+- -+-
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143
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144
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145 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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146 Clo, Feb 20
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147 I've just walked through a town that has suffered many hardships. With
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148 the landing of the shells has come the landing of the rooftops. Hours
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149 on end do the common people work to repair that which has crumbled
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150 around them in their innocence. Rest, for some, shall not come until
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151 hours of work with chisel in hand has provided them with a few score
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152 more of bricks from the frames of their broken homesteads -- removing
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153 the old mortar so that the bricks might once again be used to give
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154 shelter and protection from the night.
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155 This labor of the bourgeoisie is so much more remarkable now that I am
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156 no longer amoung them in the simple way.
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157 Today I've even seen a flower that has in some small way lived through
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158 the struggle of cold. Its beauty once again reminds me of you. If only
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159 you could be here with me, the waters of Dnepr are murky with your
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160 absence. In the morning we will leave Roslavl behind, there I will have
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161 mailed this letter. I miss you.
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162 Osram
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163 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU diary
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164
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165 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/
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166 Even though I said I was finished, I wasn't. I knew it would take at least ten minutes for her,
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167 or them, to get to here and that would allow just enough time to finish with the last of the
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168 repetitious duties required during the daily grind.
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169 All by myself at the end of my working day, my "office" has transformed from a room of organized
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170 chaos filled with whirs, buzzes and lights of disarray to one of darkness, silent except for the
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171 sound of running water. We can put a man on the moon, but the instruments of my trade are still
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172 cooled by water. Yes, modern technology is fun.
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173 Piner.
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174 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/
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175 ((( Ripple )))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))
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176 Juggler: I now have a copy of the paper. That should help.
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177 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple )))
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178 .............................................................. Why unicorns? ..
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179 _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Why not? _~_~_~_
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180
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181 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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182 Fire and Ice
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183 Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
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184 From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.
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185 But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to
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186 say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.
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187 Robert Frost
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188 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Darbon+++++++++++++++++++++++++
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189 -+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>
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190 Hmm...Just a new border for the permanently depressed terranoid.
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191 Seems my circuitry just wasn't wired for sound. I will call upon the rather
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192 useless inner self for SOME sort of a story...Maybe I'll burn an E-prom. Ahh...you know, Micronauts have strange ways of reading193 characters. I seem to remember a few burned in when I was manufactured...
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194 PRINTREMINPUTCHR$(1234567890)INTRNDLEFT$LEN(Who?)
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195 Oops! wrong file....---click---
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196 SNAP! Wow not there...! Maybe I'll see them here somewhere, Sometime. Mean while, in Metropolis, a lonely and thoroughly de-
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197 pressed terranoid take its toll................
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198 -+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>
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199 Micro----click----
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200 -+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>-+>
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201 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( unicorns sound good to me )))
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202 '-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-
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203 I looked into her eyes, our fingers touched for a moment, then she was
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204 gone. I was hooked. The sign of a true romantic, eh?
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205
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206 Hmmmm... I'm just learning to appreciate the phrase 'between the devil
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207 and the deep blue sea'. I'm stuck in the middle and don't know whether to
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208 quit or ride this thing out. But then it isn't entirely my decision... a
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209 single word from her and we're done.
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210
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211 I am lured by the Siren's song of desire... beneath the veil lie all
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212 my fears and pain.
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213
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214 Everytime we enter a new situation... we are guided by our memories
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215 and experiences... our fears, dreams, sucesses, and failures. Usually the
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216 result is the same. God, how I want to change. Can love make a difference?
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217
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218 The paths of opportunity unfold about me, and yet I struggle to climb
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219 the steepest, travel the most dangerous, and not just for myself. Why?
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220 Perhaps at the end I catch a glimmer of a new life... and I cannot walk
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221 that path alone.
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222
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223 Aha! I do believe it's time to write.
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224 '-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-' The Jung and Restless '-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-
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225
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226 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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227 HEHEYHEY MILCHAR, GUESS WHAT I IT'S ML MEBTERM TIME.....
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228 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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229 @@@ OOOPPPPSSSS!!! FORGOT, DELS ARE
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230 CHR$(20) UNTIL I GET THE TRANSLATOR
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231 WORKING... @@@
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232 @@@ Well, now the translator is working... @@@
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233 @@@ Cistop: please delete these last few lines... @@@
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234 [/]
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236
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237 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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238 Rushed in the crowd, shoulder to shoulder, there is no one out
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239 here for me. I keep walking in the hope that someone I know will by
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240 chance eventually bump into me, or I into them. I can always hope.
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241 The naked city with its thousands of stories just waiting to be
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242 told, just waiting to be heard, just waiting... I walk down the avenues
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243 aimlessly, destiny is what I rely on to pull my feet to their goal.
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244 Multitudes of singles and couples cross my path and the sound of
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245 this angry global village fills my ears till all I hear is the rushing
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246 of the wind. Being alone fills my senses, my mind runs in tiny circles,
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247 and my heart does not find the rest it needs for it pounds only to keep
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248 me alive... half its function goes unfulfilled.
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249 Then it happened. My path is crossed by another and the
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250 colliding of bodies drops us both to the pavement in a scurry to regain
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251 our dropped possessions, the breeze flutters the half filled sacks. In
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252 an attempt to cover for my clodish action I offer the helping hand of a
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253 good samaritan so that we may put our embarassments behind us as we will
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254 soon both be on our ways to forget our stupidities and to remember our
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255 petty deadlines. The sound of the village is gone.
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256 With an outstreched hand I return the dropped package to her
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257 grasp, her hand mine. Shyly I look down at the parcle, then up into her
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258 face. It is the face of an angel. Our hands grip tightly, our eyes
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259 lock, and our souls begin to intertwine. This has never happened
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260 before... ever.
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261 The crowd continues to rush on, and we are equally oblivious of
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262 them. That which has fallen to the ground from our hands is soon
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263 forgotten as we are no longer in the material realm. All that has been
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264 left behind us, our seperate lives are no longer a reality. We are now
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265 one and my heart beats with the full commitment of maintaing our single
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266 life force.
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267 No one exists any longer for in my universe there is but one,
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268 and we are happy in our isolation, happy to be the sum of all existance.
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269 The creation of the future is of no importance as we only consider that
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270 which is of the moment, that which is now.
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271 Rushed in the crowd, shoulder to shoulder, there is no one out
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272 here for me. I thought there was once, but now I can't even recall
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273 the face. My daydreams irritate me all the more.
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274 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO One on One OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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275
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276 change "her hand mine" to read "her hand takes mine"
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277
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278 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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279 The human brain processes sensations. Deprived of its input, it manufactures
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280 its own. The sensorium of the human, when constantly bombarded with sensation,
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281 achieves a rough balance with its environment by desensitizing itself. As
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282 the sensory input decreases, the organism attempts to maintain a sensory
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283 balance by increasing the sensitivity of the sensory organs.
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284 To the piper, time had long since ceased to have meaning. The first bolt
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285 of fear that had filled him with the realization that he could see nothing,
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286 the anaesthesia that deadened his sense of touch, the leaden quiet that
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287 kept him from even hearing the throb of his own heart, all seemed like only
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288 preludes as he became disconnected from the more subtle senses that we all
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289 own but do not name. The tiny sensory feedback loops that tell us the position
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290 of our limbs, the vague "digestive sensations", the reports of skeletal
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291 pressure, muscle tone, the operating feedback loops of the marvelously complex
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292 machine that serves as a vehicle for our conciousness, all dwindled into the
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293 soft greyness that filled space around the piper, interpenetrating his
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294 entire being.
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295 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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296 ---- balderdash !!!!!!!!!!!
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297 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>
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298 Moicro-SNAP!-nauts
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299 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>
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300 I think...or rather calculate, that the above border is better than the first,
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301 because of the simple addition of the
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302 -=+>
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303 ^
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304 rather than just the ole' -+>
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305 anyway,
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306 K . I . S . net
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307 rules!!
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308 The old AW is back (just a a new ~name.)~
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309 and with 3 DRIVES!! Dr #3 has 3000 lines!
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310 well...
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311 be sensi ya
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312 micro---forget it
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313 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>
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314
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315 ---- alwayshappy ---- balderdash !!!!!!!!!!!
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316
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317 -------------------------------------------------Unicorns or Virgins, why either
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318 __________________________________________________________________
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319 Hope springs eternal, even in summer, fall, and winter. Yet not
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320 even hope can reach down into the depths of the soul and rescue a
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321 floundering person from the vast shoreless ocean of depression. If
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322 a drowning man in the sea has no hope but the sharks and the jelly
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323 fish, what possible hope can the drowning man awash in this vast
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324 ocean have? Man is afraid of the water just as he is afraid of
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325 depression. It is a feeling of remoteness and helplessness that
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326 causes the initial panic. The panic is soon followed by a defense
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327 mechanism that quickly gives way to utter hopelessness. And there
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328 we stand, the circle now being complete, back to hope, and the
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329 lack there of. Hope gone, love gone, life gone. There is no other
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330 end or means.
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331 ______________________________________________________________c___
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332 CALL K.I.S. NOW!!!!!!
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333 lemme guess, not an AE board right?
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334 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
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335 Emu had an interesting idea. Actually, the more he thought about it,
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336 the worse it sounded - but it might just work. The basic risk was that it
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337 could easily kill them all.
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338 "Okay everyone," Emu anounced to the gathered adventurers, "we've got
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339 a problem. We've lost one of our friends, and we have to get him back.
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340 However, Piper *is* in a position to feed us information on this ZEB
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341 creature. If Cragmore can maintain communications with Piper and get the
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342 information from him, we might learn how to defeat the creature."
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343 "I propose a plan " Emu continued "one that we must all agree upon
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344 before we can implement it. First, as long as Piper can hold up, with
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345 Cragmore's help, we gather as much info as possible. Second: Trainor,
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346 I've noticed that you do have capabilities for extending the Pell-Mell'
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347 gravity field to the exterior of the ship. Do you think that we could
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348 tighten the field, and aim it at an object, creating a tractor beam of
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349 sorts?"
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350 "Well, I suppose..."
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351 "Good. Tin, since you seem to know what you're doing with grav
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352 systems, would you and Fencer assist Trainor on the needed conversions.
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353 Now, Bard, how accurate is our guidance and physical jump control? In a
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354 five parsec jump, can we hit a one hundred yrd radius target?"
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355 "At that distance? That's getting awfully tight."
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356 "But can we do it?"
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357 "With practice, and a helluva lot of luck, maybe."
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358 "Okay, this is what I'm thinking." Emu took a deep breath, than
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359 continued: "When Piper can't hold out any longer, we'll plot for a position
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360 within the ZEB creature and within tractor beam range of Piper. We grab
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361 Piper with the beam, and jump back out as quickly and as far as we can,
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362 without loosing Piper. That's the easy part, providing that our friend
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363 ZEBie doesn't decide to blast us to kingdom come. The trick will be to get
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364 Piper out of raw space and into the ship. I'm hoping that with the tractor,
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365 we'll be able to pull him to the airlock."
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366 Tin Man cut in. "You know, Emu, we might be able to set up an air bubble
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367 in the gravity beam to wrap Piper in."
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368 "Good idea, Tin Man." Emu responded. "Now, the big question: does
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369 everyone think that this is worth trying? Trainor? It's your ship, and
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370 you know more about ZEBie than the rest of us. What do you think?"
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371 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu
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372 __________________________________________________________________________
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373 Drowning, we can gasp and choke. Our lungs filled with dark water. The
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374 ocean is hopelessness which streaches endlessly around us. It consumes us.
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375 The light falls short of eternity's edge. The water is dark at its depths
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376 and man lies in its thickest darkness. Man is not like the fish who flounders
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377 on land. When he allows himself, he will float to the ocean's surface. He
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378 can not remain in the deathstate too long. Slow, quick, he will come to the
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379 airy world like a babe emerging from the womb. He must let go of dispair,
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380 clinging to the darkness, and allow the light to shine.
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381 ____________________________________________________________________e___
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382 (((*)))
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383 ]]]][[[[]]]][[[[
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384 so who's the evangelist?
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385 [[[[]]]][[[[]]]]
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386 I live
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387 U live
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388 We live
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389 *%_#)@*%_@#)*%_@)#*^)_#@*)_@#(%@#)@#&^)_@*)_@&^_)@*%_)@#%_)*%_*_*_%_@*_@#)_@%_)^)&@)_@%_)@#&%)_&^@_)*^)@*^@)_&^*@)_^*@
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390 We interrupt these stories for an important technical message...
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391 Mikey: On the CPM disks... What does VA.COM do? Does READCPM allow the IBM to read Kaypro? Does it need to be RUNned
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392 or is it MSDOS? What part of the CPeMulator does REENTER play? What does SAVE.COM do? When running the INSTALL.CPM for
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393 the MTBASIC, I get an ERROR 20 <- invalid operation code. I get the same except with a 28 when running MTBASIC.CPM,
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394 and a 08 when running COPY.CPM. PIP.CPM runs ok, is it the same PIP we all know and love? SPACE.CPM says BDOS Begins
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395 at EC00 when run, is this correct? WRDCLEAN works - for WS right? COMPRESS works, GENLYNC works, and AMDINST works.
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396 The .HEX file for AMODEM is about 58k long. In order to convert this from Intel hex format to loadable format I need
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397 to run it through DDT right? I do not have LOAD or MLOAD, so it must be DDT. I will let you know how it works on the
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398 LNW. Thanks for your help.
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399 We know return to your regular programming...
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400 *)_*%#$)_*%@#)_*@#)_^@#)_^*@)&%@)_%@_)%& L'homme sans Parity *%_@*%_)*%@_)#*%@#&^)_@#&%)_@#_^&$@_)&_)%!_)&%_!#)&!_)&%_)
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401 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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402 Max: 100% ML? Not P-Code, or ML created by a subset compiler? Interesting.
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403 L'homme: Will do, if need arises. I'm just wondering how I'm going to get to
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404 PSU in the first place, if Tri-Mess drivers go on strike. Must arrange
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405 alternate transport, pronto. Hmmmm...
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406 +++++++++++++++++++++++++
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407 "All magical spells are balanced in power. Energy that is channeled from
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408 other planes of existance must be replaced, usually by the destruction of
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409 matter in this plane. Normally, the matter that is destroyed is the air
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410 exhaled during the spellcasting itself. Other objects, however, may be more
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411 desirable. Not all matter supplies return energy in equal amounts. [See Also
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412 Spellcasting, Diverting Magical Energy, Argentium, and Material Components]"
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413 [Exerpted from 'Dweomer Dictionary', fourty-second edition]
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414 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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415 "No ideas come to mind immediately. Tell you what, I'll sleep on it", the
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416 Doctor said. He stared at the large black oval hovering above the basement
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417 floor, and tugged at his ear, nervously.
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418 Grann approached it, cautiously. "Is it aware?"
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419 "No, Grann. Not in itself. Intelligent creatures may be monitoring it,
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420 though. Some may be travelling along it now. Assuming we want to find the
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421 cause of the Convolution, and I can't imagine why else we would be here, we'll
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422 have to follow it to either end."
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423 "I can rig up something to track it Spacetime wise, but you'll have to deal
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424 with the rest of it, Milch. Wait,
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425 can you modify the program in the TARDIS computer?"
|
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426 "No. There was a measurable force pulling us to the destination. This time,
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427 there isn't."
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428 "How do we know that? The Black Box on the control panel might have switched
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429 destinations."
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430 "Then why show us this in the first place? Why not just go directly in?"
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431 We decided there was nothing for it but to return to the TARDIS and find out.
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432 The Doctor braced himself for another spell, and the trip back was less
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433 eventful than the trip out.
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434 We entered the control room, scanned it quickly. The box had vanished.
|
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435 "So much for that idea," the Doctor mused. "We still don't know who/what sent
|
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436 it. Or why."
|
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437 "One way to find out, Doctor. Do whatever you can, Grann and I must find some
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438 heavy-duty components for the spells I feel we'll need. Now Grann, Argentium
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439 is a rare mineral, but can be found in quantity in particular deposits-"
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440 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++ 22 Aug 85 - 8:50pm +++++++
|
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441 run
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442
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443 baseball has been very very good to me
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444
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445 *********************************************************************::
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446 L'Homme: So many questions! Where do I start...
|
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447 VA.COM rename it to VA.CPM. then, use RUN VA FILENAME.TXT. Once loaded, hit
|
||
448 the escape key, it will show you the menu. Yes, READCPM allows the IBM to
|
||
449 read kaypro disks. To run, put Kaypro disk in B, then type READCPM B:.
|
||
450 SAVE.COM emulates the CP/M "save" command. Allowing you to save data to disk
|
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451 from the CP/M transient memory (SAVE 150 FILENAME). MTBASIC is a Kaypro Z80
|
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452 program, it will not run under the emulator. Same with COPY.CPM. PIP.CPM is
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453 the PIP.COM that we all know and hate. What SPACE.CPM says is correct, it
|
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454 shows the highest point of free memory within the CP/M transient memory.
|
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455 WRDCLEAN is for WS files. You can use LOAD or MLOAD on the .HEX file, or use
|
||
456 DDT followed by the SAVE to save the image to disk, or just use DEBUG (normal
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457 IBM prg) to load the HEX file and save it again. (DEBUG AMODEM.HEX<
|
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458 NAMODEM.COM< W< Q< and you're done.)
|
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459 Also, do you have access to any users group addresses? Thinking of sending
|
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460 free copy of adventures as a promo. Yet another way to spread it around.
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461 Looking at both IBM and Tandy groups. Try to get the disks into their libraries.
|
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462 It would be worth the advertising to get the disks to them.
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463 *************************** CISTOP MIKEY **************************************
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464 *****************************************************************************
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465 yep, that's me....
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466 ***************************alwayshappy**********kathyd***********************
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467 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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468 Deprived of external sensations, the piper's brain began to provide its own
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469 inputs. Pitched to an extraordinary degree of sensitivity, the accidental
|
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470 firing of a neuron became a major event for the brain. That tiny activity was
|
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471 taken, expounded on like an item of gossip in a small town, passed from cell
|
||
472 to cell, across synapses aching with activity, and transformed into events
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473 indistinguishable from reality.
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474 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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475 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>
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476 Micronauts
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477 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>
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478 I guess that my message got erased by the devious ctrl-c! I just hung up! in a hurry I guess...I'll try another day...when my
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479 curcuits can handle....bye now....
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480 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>
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481 %*_@*%_@*%_)@#*%_@#*_!%!_*%!_&%!_%(!)_*%_&%)_*!_)@%)_!#*%_!#)(%!+%*_!)*%@#_)%
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482 STOP THE PRESSES (and the disk duplicators) - Mikey, the sysop of Fido105
|
||
483 informed me that the ability to skip the AdventureWare message by pressing
|
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484 the spacebar was a bad idea. He suggested that I clear the kb buffer out,
|
||
485 which is difficult to do when the destination machine is unknown. The pokes
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486 on a real IBM are different than those on a Tandy or a Sanyo. You saw what
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||
487 pokes can do to a 99 44/100ths compatible like the Zenith 150. Therefore, I
|
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488 am going to put another pause loop in the program before it asks for the
|
||
489 <spacebar>. What does all this mean? New versions! Was that a sigh I heard?
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490 Well, no rest for the wicked... I will be recompiling tonight, and I will get
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491 a disk out to you ASAP. As for the user groups, I will take a disk out to
|
||
492 the IBM club, and Tom Almy has given me information on the new Tandy 1000/
|
||
493 1200/2000? group in town. I will find out more, and possibly get the programs
|
||
494 to them too. Fido sysop will be uploading the programs to some east coast
|
||
495 biggies at 2400 baud as soon as I get the new versions to hip (upload)...
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||
496 Maybe someday I can sit back and never have to worry about programming these
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497 things again..... nah....
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||
498 Thanks for the CPM info. I wasn't aware I could use debug on CPM programs.
|
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499 I guess it sometimes pays to have upward compatibility in your processors -
|
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500 Teehee.
|
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501 _*#_^)*#$_)*_!)*^)_!#*^@#)_*_@)^*@#^*@_ L'homme sans Parity %*)#@*%_@)*%@_)#%*
|
||
502
|
||
503 HMMM WELL WELL WELL WELL WELL WHAT DO WE HAVE HEARD A BBS YES AND IT'S AWESOME, BUT ONE THING I WANT TO DO
|
||
504
|
||
505 MOB RULES
|
||
506 MOB RULES
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||
507 MOB RULES
|
||
508 SageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSage
|
||
509 "In my life, I have seen a procession of people. Which procession are you
|
||
510 asking about?" Quizzed the Sage, alert with a new question to answer.
|
||
511 "This procession does not have a name, although their vessel does,"
|
||
512 "What is the name of the device, and when were they headed?" He quizzed
|
||
513 once again. This time less interested, and less alert.
|
||
514 "Their device is or was, will be, oh fooey. It is the 'Pell-Mell' and
|
||
515 it was headed off to meet an awfull bit of antimatter goo or something."
|
||
516 The sage sat for a moment and stared at his visitor rudely. He said,
|
||
517 you want me to believe a gang of paratemporals got in the something that
|
||
518 was described as the 'Pell-Mell' and took off after a blob of antimatter
|
||
519 goo or something. And if I believe this, we are going to see if they were
|
||
520 mentioned in a history book somewhere? Anywhere? Sideways in time, maybe?"
|
||
521 "Yes," Said our hero.
|
||
522 The Sage looked at his guest even more rudely now.
|
||
523 SageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSageSage
|
||
524
|
||
525 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
|
||
526
|
||
527 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Zymphrumple op Cargh*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
|
||
528 With throbbing slowness levered his felloid from the scarred wooden table
|
||
529 and sat painfully up.
|
||
530 "woo thats rich" he said to no one in particular. "That house brew must
|
||
531 truely be a nectar of the Ghod(s). Potent it be for mortals such as we."
|
||
532 As the dizzyness in his head subsided it was replaced by a recurring melody
|
||
533 that could not be drivven off so easily!:
|
||
534 Oh I like little unicorms, I like the way they krunch
|
||
535 Yes I like little unicorns, there a kitterfly's favorite lunch...
|
||
536 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
|
||
537 Elseware Charmichael was also struggling up from the depths of morphius.
|
||
538 The first thing he noticed was the clean, sweat smelling bed beneath his
|
||
539 back. Try as he might, he could in no way remember getting there. Likewise
|
||
540 therefor he had not the slightest notion of how he had gotten there.
|
||
541 The second thing he noticed was a subtle yet all-pervasive sense of vibra-
|
||
542 tion. The dimly yet uniformly lighted room seamed almost alive with it from
|
||
543 every surface. Somehow, making a wild guess to himself, I must be on a ship.
|
||
544 Impulsively overwhealmed by a compulsion to satisfy his newly aroused
|
||
545 curiosity he roled up on one elbow and tried, too quickly, to sit up. An
|
||
546 impulse he instantly regreted. The rush of blood away from his brain almost
|
||
547 put him back under.
|
||
548 Flopping back down he waited for his pulse to stabelize at a more managable
|
||
549 level. It was then that he noticed the glowing word: 'call' on a single button
|
||
550 built into the night stand near his head, right next to what appeared to be
|
||
551 a speaker grill.
|
||
552 Cautiosly this time, and slowly, he brought his other arm over and touched
|
||
553 it with his thumb, then lay back, sighed and waited to see what would come next.
|
||
554 As he waited, a few dim memories begain swimming up, unbidden to concios-
|
||
555 ness. The first of these was of being scaried shit-less at having been dis-
|
||
556 couvered in a tire carrier under a truck!
|
||
557 Whait! Could anything that bizarr be a real memory he wondered. But then
|
||
558 he recognized the rough paiute face as belonging to an old friend who had been
|
||
559 his supervisor briefly during the year or so he had worked for the 'Suffering
|
||
560 Pathetic Railroad'
|
||
561 He rembered now. Before eather of them could speak he heard a loud noise
|
||
562 and his erstwhile 'friend's' face seemed to crumple in on itself.
|
||
563 That was the last he remembered before he passed out. Now he was here;
|
||
564 wharever here was...
|
||
565 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
|
||
566 simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple
|
||
567
|
||
568 she was quiet. so quiet that she was able to stand beside me for several
|
||
569 minutes. watching me as i stood at the arcade game, busily eradicating
|
||
570 insectoid images on the screen. i might have noticed her if i had been less
|
||
571 excited by the game.
|
||
572 which is no matter. she was obviously endowed with intelligence and
|
||
573 prettiness. i was obviously interested in the qualities. we were as well
|
||
574 matched at most couples at our age.
|
||
575 i turned on my heel. after loosing the eternal struggle of insect versus
|
||
576 2163 a.d. fighter aircraft. i ran into her, having suprised her. the
|
||
577 collision forced a familiarity of sorts.
|
||
578 suprised as we were, giggling commenced. neither of us stopped, and by
|
||
579 the time we had, her friends had noticed us. of course, they began to
|
||
580 giggle. we stood giggling.
|
||
581 i decided against persuing a relationship on tried and true grounds. i
|
||
582 voiced these grounds. "oh sure, we might fall headlong into love. it might
|
||
583 even last for a few months, but then what? our musical tastes would clash.
|
||
584 soon our fashion and entertainment tastes would too. after a while, our
|
||
585 only foundation for a relationship would be a sense of stability. in years,
|
||
586 we might marry, have children, grow old together, die peacefully. all
|
||
587 because of our, collision!"
|
||
588 quite an outburst, even for myself. she seemed even more suprised, she
|
||
589 giggled. i seemed impatient, a tiny bit regettful. she giggled again and I
|
||
590 smiled.
|
||
591 she calmed quickly and said, "Why not give it a try?"
|
||
592
|
||
593 John Dryden
|
||
594 Somewhere in Germany
|
||
595 February, 1985
|
||
596
|
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597 simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple
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598
|
||
599 {_} {-} {_} {-}
|
||
600 "I feel like a number..."
|
||
601 {_} {bob seger}
|
||
602 ---DS--------------------------------------Ride Across the River---------------
|
||
603 I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of man
|
||
604 We are the chosen, we are the partisan
|
||
605 The cause it is noble and the cause it is just
|
||
606 We are ready to pay with our lives if we must
|
||
607
|
||
608 Gonna ride across the river deepe and wide
|
||
609 Ride across the river to the other side
|
||
610
|
||
611 I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm a dog of war
|
||
612 And we don't give a damn who the killing is for
|
||
613 It's the same old story with a different name
|
||
614 Death or glory, it's the killing game
|
||
615
|
||
616 Gonna ride across the river deepe and wide
|
||
617 Ride across the river to the other side
|
||
618
|
||
619 Nothing gonna stop them as the day follows the night
|
||
620 Right becomes wrong, left becomes right
|
||
621 And they sing as they march with their flags unfurled
|
||
622 Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world
|
||
623
|
||
624 Gonna ride across the river deepe and wide
|
||
625 Ride across the river to the other side
|
||
626 ---DS--------------------------------------Brothers in Arms--------------------
|
||
627 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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||
628 -+- Yes, I knew you were out there all along... -+-
|
||
629 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -JUGGLER- -+- -+-
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