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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************ INSTALLED: 6 SEP 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 Well, well, well... Here I am at the top...
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22
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23 :- | Max |-:
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24 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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25 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>
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26 Micronauts
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27 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>
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28 Close but no oil change.....
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29
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30 Racked up a 200000 point score on The Flying Floppy Discs of TRON and STILL couldn't get my reactors to
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31 say the what fate awaits in
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32
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33
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34 Tventy Tree Days!
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35 Piper, LIVE ON!!!
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36 Hope awaits!!!!!!
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37 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>zooooommmmm-=+>
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38 another game of dis--
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39 -=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>-=+>
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40 -=+>--now set to Hope Mode...
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41 lnhq.................................................................lnhq
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42 kathyd: yes, I am back, enjoying it. Nice to know I was missed. Will
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43 fix your problem real soon. -so
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44 lnhq.................................................................lnhq
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45 | --- Hello Earthling !! --- |
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46 | |
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47 | I am a vistor from outerspace. I have transformed myself into this |
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48 | image you are seeing on the CRT. Right now I am having sex with you |
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49 | through your eyeballs while you are looking at me. I know you are |
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50 | enjoying it, because you are smiling. Please send me to someone else |
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51 | to share our love. |
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52 | Thank you, |
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53 | The Alien |
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54
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55 __________________________________________________________________________
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56 THE PHONEBOOTH
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57 By- Cravenhaw Coercri
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58 __________________________________________________________________________
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59 The mall was fairly empty in the hours of opening business. A few
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60 people wandered around at 10 o'clock, but most decided to take advantage
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61 of the warm weather outside. The stores were just opening as Gary sought
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62 the shelter of the shopping center's air conditioning; the air beginning
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63 to get stiflingly hot. Gary always had a low tolerance for those things.
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64 The sweat stuck his t-shirt and blue jeans to his skin as he hit
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65 the cool, refreshing breeze created by the ceiling fans and blowers.
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66 Gary stepped into the video arcade and took in the sights and
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67 sounds of games trying to attract the attention of passersby. It took
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68 only a few tones to get Gary's curiosity up and he walked slowly through
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69 the banks of electronic wonders.
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70 Being six feet four inches he towered over most machines and could
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71 easily locate new games simply by standing on his toes. He spotted one
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72 and ambled his way over to it.
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73 Too easy, he thought to himself. It was a new laser-disc type
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74 sporting cartoon-like graphics of World War I dog fighters. He plugged in
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75 a quarter, tripled high score, and walked away.
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76 "Too easy," he confirmed.
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77 Gary stepped back out to the brightly lit corridors and froze. He
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78 didn't remember seeing it before, at least not when he came in.
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79 He checked it out closer.
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80 Its shiny, clear glass reflected the florescent lights so
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81 brightly, he had to shield his eyes to approach it. It was a glass box,
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82 one side open and inside hung a plastic hand receiver on a chrome cradle.
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83 No touch tone numbers, no "operator assisted" directions, just an
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84 ordinary receiver hanging from a stainless steel casing by a simple
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85 chrome hook.
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86 Walking around to its open side, Gary noticed how simple, yet how
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87 complex it was. He stepped inside and didn't notice another sheet of
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88 glass had materialized behind him. He turned to leave, but found no exit,
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89 as if being spun around in a hall of mirrors and trying to find the way
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90 out. Except there were only four walls and a top; all were solid.
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91 Oh, well, he thought. I've got a pocketful of quarters and a
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92 phone. I should be able to get out of this by lunch; his stomach growled.
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93 He dug for a quarter and reached for the coin slot. There wasn't
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94 any. Good, it wasn't going to cost him a cent. He picked up the receiver
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95 and cradled it on his shoulder. He was greeted by a few silent clicks and
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96 then a very beautiful feminine voice.
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97 "What year please?"
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98 "Uh..." was Gary's reply.
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99 "Excuse me?" the voice asked.
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100 "Excuse me! Did you ask 'what year'?"
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101 "Yes, I did. What year please?"
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102 Gary didn't understand. Usually it was "operator", or "what
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103 city", but this was definitely an unusual request.
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104 "Uh, 1985, of course."
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105 "I have 365 dates under that listing."
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106 Gary thought. "Let me change that." He could be just as off the
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107 wall as she could. "1995."
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108 "I have 365..."
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109 "Yes, I know, I know. November Fifth."
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110 A click an hum followed. Gary waited for a second thinking this
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111 practical joking woman had hung up on him, but then a rather robust man's
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112 voice answered. He sounded like Orson Wells, Gary thought humorously.
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113 "November Fifth, 1995. May I help you?"
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114 "Sure, uh..."
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115 "What department please," the man asked without emotion.
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116 "Entertainment," Gary suggested. It was the only thing that came
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117 to his mind.
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118 "Entertainment, let's see... Ah, here we are. Do you want stage
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119 or motion pictures?"
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120 "Let's try motion pictures." This was a kick!
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121 "Okay," and then as if reading from a headline, "Jane Fonda
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122 returns from retirement to direct."
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123 Not interesting enough, Gary thought to himself. "Any more?"
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124 "Yeah. Lucas announces seventh Star Wars epic, Spielberg to
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125 direct." Then as an afterthought, "Sounds intriguing. You want to hear
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126 it?"
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127 "What, the movie?" Gary asked in confusion.
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128 "No, no, no. The article."
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129 "Sure."
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130 "George Lucas announced today in a press conference that Steven
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131 Speilberg will direct the seventh chapter of the Star Wars Saga,
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132 tentatively titled 'It's a Boy's Life'."
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133 "Whoa, that's enough. I have a feeling I know what the rest of
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134 the article's about."
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135 He was about to hang up when he heard the man say, "What about
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136 this? Chuck Norris..."
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137 "No thanks," and Gary hangs up.
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138 Well, that was interesting, he thought. Now to only get out of
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139 here. He picked the phone up again. There was the same answer.
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140 "What year please?"
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141 "Look lady, I'm stuck in this..."
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142 "Sorry, I can only help you with dates."
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143 "July Fourth, Seventeen Seventy-six!"
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144 "We're sorry, that date has been disconnected."
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145 He paused, Gary was good old 'D&C' as he called it -- dazed and
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146 confused. "What?
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147 "It is obvious from your present time frame that that has occurred
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148 in your past. We are only able to connect you with the future. If you
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149 would like to make a past call, please use the phone booth located
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150 directly next to the one you are in."
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151 Gary looked to his right and saw the other booth, empty.
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152 "Look lady, I've got a job interview tomorrow and I can't get out
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153 of this damn phonebooth!"
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154 The woman sounded confused. "Tomorrow?"
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155 "August Twelfth, 1985!"
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156 "Let me connect you..."
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157 "No, wait!" and there was a click.
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158 After a moment a young man's voice answered. "1985, August
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159 Twelfth. May I help you?"
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160 "Maybe so," he said, trying to keep his cool. "I'm stuck in this
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161 phonebooth, right? And I need to get out because I have an interview
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162 soon, and because I an very hungry. So see who can get me out and..."
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163 "Hold on a sec," came the youthful voice. "Is your name
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164 Gary M. Haskell?"
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165 "Yeah, why?"
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166 "Congratulations! You made front page!"
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167 "What?"
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168 "Yeah, it says 'Man Suffocates in Phonebooth'."
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169 Gary could feel the air get suddenly warmer. Maybe he noticed it
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170 earlier. His mind was starting to get foggy.
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171 "It says here that you were found by a janitor around 11 p.m. and
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172 were pronounced dead on the scene."
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173 "No, it can't be!"
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174 "Sorry, you can't change the future, it's already in print."
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175 Gary was starting to get lightheaded and managed to blurt out
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176 "But I have an appointment tomorrow!" before passing out.
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177 "Tomorrow? Let me connect you..."
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178
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179 -fin-
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180 __________________________________________________________________________
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181
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182 |\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\
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183 ??? + + ???
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184 kathyd: Sorry, did not realize.
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185 piper: MORE
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186 The Advocate
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187 |\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\
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188 Future-phone - it reads so well, it must be another CompuServe download. Oh well.
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189
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190 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (another slow night, eh?)
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191 Did someone dare say "CompuServe"? Gee folks, I don't know how to take
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192 that one... Actually, what I forgot to do when I was on-line was to put on a
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193 teeny little disclaimer on it... It was *NOT* a CompuSlave article, but one
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194 written (and subseqently typed in by me... groan...) by a another "guardian
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195 of the 'light'" that asked me to place his writings here for comment. And
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196 like I said, I don't know how to take that CompuS. remark. (In other words,
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197 No, that wasn't __Leonard__.) 'nuff said.
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198 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian -115:02
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199
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200 blue: thanks for dinner
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201
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202 [\] [\] [\] [\] [\]
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203 that's all the border you get, this darn terminal has it fixed so that you
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204 have to use the shift key to enter it. takes forever.
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205 i thought *i* was blue. harumph.
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206 kathyd, i called those numbers you suggested. i'm having trouble when they
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207 call me back though. then they forget that we ever talked. i've *almost*
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208 got the letters memorized. this could be fun.
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209 [\] [\] [\] [\] [\]
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210 THE TIN MAN sat in the back of the bazaar craft, trying to figure out what,
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211 if anything, was going on. using a pencil he was trying to get some rubbings
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212 off the designs on the walls. so far he had created some things that would
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213 be band in boston. the humans of the group were sitting in a circle in some
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214 sort of trance. they had been there a long time, and he was getting a little
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215 worried about them. once a little while ago he had gone over to trainor and
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216 held his hand inches from his face. the slight fog of breath on metal was the
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217 only sign that life was still with him.
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218 TIN felt a little left out. machines don't have much psysic powers, so his
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219 only purpose right now was to keep the dog away from the open panel that
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220 serviced the grav unit. he hadn't had time to button it up before everyone sat
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221 down.
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222 he watched them for a little while before one of his indecators grumbled at
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223 him. quickly he checked his read-outs. food convertor a bit low. he wandered
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224 toward the galley, the dog following at his heels. there was still a bit of
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225 paper stuck to TIN's shoe and it made a small russeling sound. he didn't
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226 notice, he was mumbling something about chicken and pork rinds.
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227 [\] [\] [\] [\] [\] THE TIN MAN [\] [\] [\]
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228 :::::=====:::::=====
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229 There. It seems to have gone away. I will try to repeat what I said before,
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230 and hope that it comes through without the line noise...
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231 :::::=====
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232 Piper? If you will look in your pocket you will note a small pair of truffles.
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233 While their effects on a human is not something I am familiar with, this
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234 type of truffle is very beneficial to a rabbit. The Truffle provides healing,
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235 and can heal a wound as severe as a knife to the side...Strength: The
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236 Truffle can cause strenggth increase up to two times your normal strength.
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237 Intelligence: The Truffle can speed up the mind's computation, allowing you to
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238 solve problems easier. And finally, the Truffle can, but only o*once* in your
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239 lifetime, allow you to mentally "talk" to friends and family, no matter WHAT
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240 sort of interferance is present, and no matter wWHAT the distance.
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241 As I said, the Truffle is not the sort of truffle the pigs dig up. It
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242 is a magical type created by the Great Hall of the Platypus Mages. Also, as
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243 I said, I am not sure what effect they wold have on you, but you could at
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244 least try. Perhaps eating the first
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245 truffle and wishing for INTELLIGENCE would speed your mind up so that a
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246 solution would be found, and then eating the second truffle and wishing for
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247 communication with your friends. I am curious as t~ wxat they will do for a
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248 human, and am eager to csee.
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249 Emu or whoever said they were hungry: I also put some truffles in YOUR pockets,
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250 so you can eat them...
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251 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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252 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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253 Tin Man: Having an identity crisis? From all caps to lower case, and
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254 no digging up old graves. The new life seems hardly like the old. Or could
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255 you allow it to form again?
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256 ch no/now
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257 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .-
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258 good stuff folks really appreciate
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259 mi bob
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260 ========================================
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261
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262 HOW DO I LEAVE A MESSAGE FOR A SPECIFIC PERSON?
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263 CALL THE BIT BUCKET, FOOL.
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264 --------------------------
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265 ALL YOU ROLE-PLAYING RABBITS:
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266 ROLE-PLAYING (ALA DUNGEONS &
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267 DRAGONS) IS SUPPOSED TO CAUSE
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268 PEOPLE LIKE YOU TO COMMIT
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269 SUICIDE... KEEP PLAYING, OK?
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270 ----------------------------
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271 THE TERRIBLE TWO
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272 .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
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273 I love watching pigs dig for trufles, then chewing at a leather muzle
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274 in vain...
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275 .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
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276 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/]
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277 all the border you get again. different terminal, same problem.....
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278 [/] [/] [/]
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279 THE TIN MAN poked around the galley for a little while, but in vain. every-
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280 thing there comprised a culinary orgy with tantalizing appetizers full of
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281 grease and carcinogens in an obvious attempt to poison the travelers with
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282 preservatives and feasts of doom for their entire cardiovascular systems.
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283 there was even an entire bowl of pig torture devices, which he disposed of
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284 before the dog could eat them and make himself sick.
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285 there was a full container of Cool Whip, but that hardly seemed proper for a
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286 main course, more of a garnish.
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287 [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/]
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288
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289 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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290
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291 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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292 Zephyr -- unfortunately I don't have any pockets -- kilts don't. The
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293 sporran serves the same function, but is nearly impossible to sneak
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294 anything into or out of (that's why it's worn in front -- only attractive
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295 young ladies are allowed to inspect a scotsman's sporran. In answer to
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296 the question that's always asked (what's worn under a kilt?) the
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297 answer is: nothing -- it's all in perfect working order).
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298 All -- I'm biding my time for a day or two (trying to think of a way out
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299 of this fix). Suggestions are welcome, but may be unrecognizable after
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300 these characters get through with them!
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301 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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302 :::::=====:::::
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303 Oops....Sorry, Piper.
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304 :::::=====:::::
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305 Terrible Two: I *don't* role-play...
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306 :::::=====Zephyr
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307
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308 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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309 "...ardalti minuden pefeltimar!" I finished, hoping beyond hope that the
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310 Argentium on hand would suffice.
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311
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312 A pale golden glow emanated from the silvery mineral, something quite unlike
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313 what one would expect. It shrank slowly, as the gauges and readouts upon the
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314 TARDIS turned first this way, then that, finally resting at a peculiar
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315 combination: zero, zero, zero.
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316 "Er, Milch," the Doctor began, "There's a black hole at 0-0-0. Perfect
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317 landmark, but not great for sightseeing. Also not healthy. Could you PLEASE
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318 direct us to some other spot?"
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319 "Yes, a black hole in your home plane, Doctor, but a place of energy and light
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320 in mine. Do you remember what I told you about the Ruby Valley adventure?"
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321 "Yes...why? I don't recall you saying anything about an energy source there."
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322 "Do you remember what I said about the dampening field placed about me? And
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323 how it was broken, at last?"
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324 "Didn't this Novar fellow do that? He...hummm, went to the Diamond Valley
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325 to get some sort of cure."
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326 "Yes. It was Argentium, a source of energy for me to draw upon to break the
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327 bubble. We're going back there to see if the deposits are large enough for our
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328 purpose. If not, then I haven't any idea where we'll get two kilos in a
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329 reasonable time." I shifted my attention. "Grann?"
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330 "He's sleeping. I take it gnomes aren't terribly noted for endurance."
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331 "Actually, some are. It varies widely, individual to individual." I yawned.
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332 "Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to get some rest. The spell will spin for
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333 some time yet."
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334 "All right." The Doctor examined his machine (which still looked, for all the
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335 world, like several dozen car dashboards pieced together) and emitted a small
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336 grunt. "Distance to near end of Convolution not changing measurably. Does it
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337 follow us?"
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338 "I don't believe it can, through the Vortex and several other extra-dimensional
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339 passages we've travelled. Let's not let it bother us when we're tired.
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340 Problems will mount one upon the other soon enough as it is."
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341 +++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++ 08 Sept 85, 2:08pm ++++++++++++++
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342 ... Both Strangepork & dufus!!!
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343 ... A consumer comment!!!
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344 Hello all you fellow space cases!!!
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345 How can I get a few new BBS numbers?
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346 HELP!!! HELP!!! HELP!!! HELP!!!
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347 hello.....
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348 d
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349 end
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350 'end'
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351
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352 Try gaining access to Bit Bucket and then taking a look at information file
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353 number four. The number of the Bit Bucket is 254-0458. Good luck.
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354
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355 PLEASE START, THEN.
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356 TERRIBLE TWO + 1
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357 Lurk, lurk, lurk... I really should enter more poems... Darbon
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358 ********************************************************************
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359 hmmm, twisted day today folks. I was given a bridle shower at
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360 Waverly Country Club, The food was excellent, teeny tiny bites
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361 of food but good. The atmosphere was stifling, these stuffy ole
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362 broads all made up in their finest jewels and gold, <flash><flash>
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363 talking about worthless drival, no good conversation at all, no
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364 politics, no computers, no buisness, no nothing. blah. call me
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365 a ingrate, I don't live through other people lives! All I heard
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366 was "my daughter does this" or "did you see morgan on tv?" gawd,
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367 how can people live like that? complain-complain-compalin.
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368 ****************20moredays*****kathyd*******************************
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369
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370 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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371
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372 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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373 Kathy - I'm not trying to be picky, just to share...
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374 English is full of these funny words that sound the same but are spelled
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375 differently (and have vastly different meanings). I have a very visual
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376 imagination. Brid_al_ shower is what you were given. Since a bridle
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377 is what a horse wears, the Waverly Country Club seemed like a good place
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378 for the function my overheated imagination insisted took place!
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379 aplologies....
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380 pppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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381 The piper's knees were beginning to resent his long kneeling on the
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382 hard, smooth surface. He held the sleeping form cradled in his arms,
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383 feeling the warmth of another living thing in this seemingly endless plain.
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384 Over and over his mind turned the dilemma of his existence.
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385 "Damn it! I want to live!" he must have spoken aloud, as the sleeping
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386 woman muttered and twisted against his arms. Her eyes opened and searched
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387 his face for a long moment, then she relaxed and melted against him, her
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388 arms returning his embrace. After an endless moment she pulled away and
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389 turned her eyes to him.
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390 "What troubles you so?" she asked.
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391 "Our existence here," he replied. "Our every movement begets death and
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392 destruction in at least one of the reality bands, perhaps both."
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393 Tears clouded her eyes, dry at last from the sleep she had taken.
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394 "I know," tears traced their tracks down her face. "I cannot justify my
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395 continued life at this price to others." She twisted in his arms and
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396 turned to face him; the flare brought by her movements carried images of
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397 a peacful village burned and destroyed in a volcanic eruption.
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398 "I cannot live alone with the knowlege of what my life brings to others,"
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399 she began to sob. "I cannot face living at that cost. I have tried to die,
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400 but I cannot." She clutched at him, like a drowning person clutching at
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401 a would-be rescuer, desparately hoping for an answer.
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402 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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403 .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
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404 19 days, but who's counting... 2 days for me, I don't count either so would
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405 not be sure if it is 33 or 34 hours.
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406 .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
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407 Will the suffix remain " D " or will the trailing character be replaced ?..............??
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408
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409 *%)_@*%_!@)&*%_)&!#)_$^*&#)_$^&)_#!^*#$+)_^*)_#&^_)%^&*)_!&^_)!#*^#$_)&^_#)&*_!)#&*_)*&!_)&*!)_%&*!_)$%&*!*&!_)&*^*
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410 Mikey: I have returned to blue skies and sunshine, or should I say grey skies and gloom? The trip was a success with
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411 qualifiers. I gave away 11 disks to various clubs and PD libraries. One library already has over 350 disks in it and
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412 AdventureWare will be going in the next catalogue. One club member is a teacher at San Jose state and he said he would
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413 include the programs in his computer class. I got plenty of "thank-you's" and the like. Did voyeur get the archive
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414 disks on Thursday? I have a few flyers to return to you. I took down far more than I needed.
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415 *_)@#*%@_)#*)_#*^%_#^&_#)^&*#_)&^ L'homme sans Parity %*@#_%*_#)%*_#@&%@_%&@#_)&%@)_#&%)_&^)_&^_)$&^@&^_@&^_@&^&^@#_
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416 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/]
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417 piper: i'm sure that kathyd's choice of words was intentional. having just
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418 recently slipped the bit myself, i know what she means...
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419 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/]
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420 :::::=====:::::=====
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421 *sniff*
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422 Kathyd: When your 20 or so days is over, and the wonderful event has happened,
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423 will we see you at all, or will you fade off into the (pardon the unoriginality)
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424 proverbial sunset? If so, I'd like you
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425 to have a truffle as a wedding gift...it isn't much, but it's the best I can
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426 offer...
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427 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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428
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429 So this is a BBS??????
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430 xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
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431 EVEN A RODENT WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE KINDLY CISTOP RETURN US TO
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432 ALL ALLOWED MODE. WHY, I COULDN'T EVEN GENERATE MY BORDER LAST
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433 MESSAGE. DIDN'T SEE THE ENTER ONLY TILL IT WAS TOO LATE...
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434 WOULD SOMEBODY SLIP ME SAUCER OF THAT RED ALE???
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435 HH
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436 xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
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437 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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438 While the others stared, bard picked up the pipes. He held them as
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439 he tried to remember his brief (and long ago) exposure to the use of such.
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440 Though it felt like using someone else's toothbrush he put the mouthpiece
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441 to his lips and blew, inflating the bag. Then he tried to play....
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442 It was a poor attempt at duplicating piper's music, but it had some
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443 effect. There was a shimmering in the air and the control room was overlain
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444 by an image of ... something... but piper was there! And someone else...
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445 Piper looked up. Bard faltered, and the control room started to come back
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446 as the other scene faded. He increased his efforts as piper (and the others
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447 in the control room) winced.
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448 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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449 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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450 Dreams are the gateways of our minds. Through a dream, we see visions of the
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451 future, of other places far away, of loved ones, and of momentous events.
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452 The full powers of dreaming are not appreciated by the masses; only a select
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453 few know the full extent the human mind can stretch. Milchar is not such a
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454 person. His knowledge of dreaming is only slightly greater than that of the
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455 average traveller on the road, and that only because his mind has been touched
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456 by others twice before while he slept. Perhaps, then, his current dream is
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457 a sending from some greater being. Perhaps some freak pulse of a neuron
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458 sparked a temporary capacity for psychic reception. Surely *SOMETHING* had
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459 caused his dream to turn from its normal paths between well-marked boundries
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460 into a zone where few, if any, had gone. Impressions of old friends in
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461 trouble- no, the multiverse itself in danger- and more. Fleeting glimpses of
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462 hundreds upon thousands of deaths, the horror thereof compressed into an
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463 instant. Yes, the hand of a higher authority touched Milchar lightly as he
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464 slept upon the soft cushions of his room in the TARDIS.
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465 Yet the only outward sign of any of it was the brief, low mumble that
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466 could be heard by anyone nearby as Milchar turned uneasily.
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467 "..ummmphgmm...love answers all, my friend....answers all...."
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468 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar +++++++++++++++++ 09 Sept 85, 11:23pm +++
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469
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470 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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471
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472 *****************************************************************************
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473 lurk-modious spelling? whoops...
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474 ********************19moredays****ithink***kathyd***************
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475 [/]
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476 you think?
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477 [/] TIN [/]
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478 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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479 Somebody here thinks?
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480 What will they think of next?
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481 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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482
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483 ************************************************************************
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484 how about that... I think, therefore I am. or I computer therefore IBM.
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485 tin: how did you know? compute
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486 ************************************************************************
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487 Tony spotted Tina after a brief time and set out after her,
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488 why was she running? he said to himself. This is so confusing!
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489 He thought of the day they found his buddy jack's body and had whisked
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490 it away to some research center. He thought of sweet Marci and a smoldering
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491 gun, his imagination ran wild. Tina turned a corner and was gone, she
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492 had dropped something. He stopped to pick it up, hmmm, it was a card
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493 with a hair appointment on it. A lead... if he wanted to follow. Life
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494 was not bad for Tony, he had a nice flat and a good car and security.
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495 No looking for jobs or wearing a suit, just total freedom. Did he really
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||
496 want to see the others again? He remembered why Jack was snuffed and
|
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497 the question answered itself. No, he said.. Ill just stay away. He dropped
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498 the card and walked on.
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||
499 Tina had been watching tony from a distance while trying to catch her
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500 breath. she watched his facial expressions and when he dropped the appointment
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501 card and walked away, she sighed in relief. She had always kinda liked
|
||
502 the former thug and put the safety back on her handgun.
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||
503 *****************the*end***************************kathyd***********************
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504 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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505 The human mind has been described as "a man riding a monkey riding a
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506 lizard." Our rationality -- that which makes us "us" is a thin layer over
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507 a powerful set of emotions. But beneath it all is the basic reptile of
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508 being, pumping blood, forcing air in and out of lungs, driving us toward
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509 food and sex. The primeval instincts that push us toward personal and
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510 racial survival. Perhaps it is the "subconcious" of psychological
|
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511 theory, perhaps it is something else, but it is ponderous, powerful, and
|
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512 can, like some great lizard, slap aside its rider with a brief swing of
|
||
513 its powerful tail.
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514 The piper has been through an emotional and intellectual upset, as has
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515 the woman known to him only as ZEB. Forced into the ethical and emotional
|
||
516 position that his life is no longer justifiable, hearing the same
|
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517 conclusion from her, deep within the piper's brain the lizard stirs.
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||
518 "We have reached the same conclusion," the piper continued as she settled
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519 herself more comfortably in his arms. "You have tried suicide?"
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520 "Yes. I was unsucessful. I could not force myself to bite or scratch
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521 open my veins. I could only strangle myself into unconciousness. I know
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522 that I must end my existence here, but lack the ability to carry out that
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||
523 resolve."
|
||
524 "I have a tool that can solve that problem." The piper reached down into
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525 his stocking top and slid out the skean dubh. Displaying it, he said, "This
|
||
526 small blade is extremely sharp. The pain should not be too much."
|
||
527 Reaching out one slim hand, she tested the blade with her thumb, startled
|
||
528 at the thin red line that appeared with a soft touch. After soothing the
|
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529 injury for a moment in her mouth, (an entire civilization had been overrun
|
||
530 and destroyed in the flare of the sudden movement) she whispered, "It should
|
||
531 be enough. It should end our lives."
|
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532 The lizard is within us all. It listens, acting only when it feels threatened
|
||
533 responding only when necessary, and in the most simplistic ways. Perhaps it
|
||
534 is the distributed intellegence of our body without the influence of our
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535 conciousness. Perhaps. The piper's body had been carrying on a long
|
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536 communication with the body of the woman he held. In a subtle language of
|
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537 pressure, movement, and flow of phenomerones, offers had been made and
|
||
538 accepted far from the conciousness of the two humans. In a near simultaneous
|
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539 movement, two lizards moved without the volition of their riders.
|
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540 Neither knew nor cared what agonies their movement was inflicting on the
|
||
541 helpless population of the multiplex realities of these bands. Only
|
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542 afterwards did the terrible guilt strike the two disheveled figures.
|
||
543 Unable to meet the pipers gaze, the woman reached for the skean dubh where
|
||
544 it lay forgotten in the heat of the moment (in the flare of the movement a
|
||
545 primitive tribe invaded the village of their ancient foes. They would feast
|
||
546 this night.). Gazing for a moment on the thin steel, she raised it to
|
||
547 plunge it into her naked breast. (On a quiet world somewhere, a man
|
||
548 laughing quietly set fire to a locked house containing the entire family
|
||
549 of his enemy, and laughed with glee at the ensuing screams until quiet
|
||
550 fell over the smoking ruin.)
|
||
551 Watching, the piper felt an incredible sadness as the woman he knew only
|
||
552 as ZEB prepared to end her existence. Free of her enveloping gray robe,
|
||
553 she was a slight, almost girlish figure about to atone for her existence
|
||
554 in the only way she could find possible.
|
||
555 Stunned by the upcoming loss, and his own forthcoming suicide, the piper
|
||
556 could not move fast enough to completely stop the fall of the knife.
|
||
557 Blood welled from the cut beneath her left breast and mingled with that
|
||
558 that the piper recieved on his forearm when he stopped her blade.
|
||
559 Unnoticed, the mingled blood downward while she looked at him in puzzlement.
|
||
560 "But why?..."
|
||
561 "Listen," he replied.
|
||
562 From somewhere, very very faintly, came the sound of bagpipes -- only the
|
||
563 drones could be heard, slightly out of tune, but bagpipes. The commingled
|
||
564 blood from the wound on her breast and the piper's forearm tricked down the
|
||
565 woman's body, down one thigh, and from the knee dropped onto the black
|
||
566 surface on which they knelt. Where their combined blood touched the surface,
|
||
567 a great white cloud arose with almost explosive violence. Deep within this
|
||
568 fog, they could barely discern shadowy figures, but the sound of the pipes
|
||
569 was suddenly louder.
|
||
570 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
|
||
571 L'HOMME: No, I still have the disks. Glad to hear you enjoyed the trip.
|
||
572 Kathy: Congrates!
|
||
573 ****************************** CISTOP MIKEY ******************************
|
||
574 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/]
|
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575 kathyd: we TIN types know much that we don't speak of.
|
||
576 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN
|
||
577 LIZard TAYLOR
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