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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 23 APR 87 **********************
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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 Missles of ligneous or petrous consistency have the potential of fracturing
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21 my osseous structure, but appellations will eternally remain innocuous.
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22
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23 *********************************************************************
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24 Where the heck is everybody?
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25 Nothing here to read!
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26 Capt. Nemo.
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27 WHEN IN DOUBT,IMPLODE.
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28 A.I.R.
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29
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30
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31 A HUMAN SINGULARITY?
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32 CLETUS
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33
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34 EVER BUY SNAKES FROM THE EGYPTIAN TAFFY?
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35 DECKARD.
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36
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37 ALL THE TIME, PAL. GET THIS MAN A DRINK. I THINK HE'S DRY.
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38 TAFFY.
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39
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40
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41 A.I.R.= HOW MANY SUREALISTS DOES IT TAKE TO SCREW IN A LIGHT BULB?
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42 CLETUS
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43
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44 CLETUS
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45 SWIMMY THINGS.
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46 (FISH)
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47 A.I.R.
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48 ENT
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49 BUNNY FOO-FOO!
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50 CLETUS
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51 "Curiouser and curioser" said Alice...
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52 ____04/23/87__________Leonard_JD 2446909.6811_________21:20:46_PDT_________
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53 90 days, 7 hr, 39 min, 14 sec
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54
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55 ----------------------------------------------------------
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56 9 years 40 days 5 hours 20 minutes 6 seconds..
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57 no no make that
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58 9 years 40 days 5 hours 20 minutes 5 seconds...
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59 no no that should be
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60 9 years 40 days 5 hours 20 minutes 4 seconds....
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61 no no let's see that should be
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62 9 years 40 days 5 hours 20 minutes 3 seconds.....
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63 oh forget it!
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64 -----------------------------------------------------
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65 Time's a wastin'! No time to lose! Time waits for no man!
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66 leonard, would you please tell me what these countdowns are for? fun,
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67 maybe?for me, it's 12 hours, 10 minutes till i'm gone for 2 days.
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68 jim michaels
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69 jmmcalsehi i
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70 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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71 WATCH THE WORLD ARGUE
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72 ARGUE WITH ITSELF
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73 WHO IS GOING TO TEACH ME
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74 PEACE AND HAPPINESS
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75 A.I.R.
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76 EX
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77
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78 IN FAITH WE SHALL BOARD OUR IMAGINED SHIPS, AND WILDLY SAIL AMONG
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79 SACRED ILSANDS OF THE MAD, TILL DEATH SHATTERS THE FABULOUS STARS,
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80 AND MAKES US REAL.
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81 -SYLVIA PLATH
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82
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83 -BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE MUSE
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84 <_>--> I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS DOES, BUT IT'S POINTED AT YOU!!!
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85 "AT THE RISK OF MIOSQUOTING SOMEONE, I AM *NOT* A HERO!," VANDERVECKEN
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86 CRIES. HOWEVER, WHEN THERE'S A PARTY TO BE FOUND, IT DOESN'T MUCH MATTER
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87 WHO THE LOCALS THINK YOU ARE. AND THUS, VANDERVECKEN FINDS HIMSELF ONCE
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88 AGAIN AT A BIZARRE LITTLE PLACE WITH A DOOR LABELED "7-17." UNFORTUNATELY,
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89 THE INN IS A PLACE that qualifies as more than passing strange... so
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90 strange in fact, that a 6' tall cremlin can get lost quite easily, *even*
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91 with a xylophone and speaker amp. And so our hero (?!) finds himself
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92 once again ordering an Irish Coffee and wondering where he is (obviously
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93 NOT Hell, he'd been there once, and it was boring -- too easy to take
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94 over!). On the other hand, last time he asked someone the locals took
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95 exception to it ... something about shouting too loud.
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96 --------------====================>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>-T.R.
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97 ARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!
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98 Bright Blue of energy and then the bluye of sky above and the green of
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99 earth and plants below. The guidence is out, right... side slip?
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100 The horses and other, stranger mounts in front of the Inn look at the
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101 strange craft landing beside them, and they sniff the strange smell of the
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102 rider. The rider dismounts his 'stead?' and enters the building, sighting
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103 an empty table, he heads for it, removing his riding healmet to reveal a
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104 cascade of bright orange hair and green eyes with vertical slit pupils.
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105 The gloves come off of the hands to reveal fingers with retractable claws
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106 and a light tan fur covers the whole of visible flesh.
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107 Signaling to the barmaid the stranger holds up one hand with the thumb
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108 raised, one bear. As the bear arives he offers a disk of silver with no
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109 markings as payment. Listening to the ebb and flow around him the language
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110 of these people becomes more intellegable, though it is apparent that
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111 several tounges are in use, the common tounge is familliar enough to use.
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112 So he sits at the table and wounders about home, time, space and the
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113 alternatives to events...
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114 ----------------==================>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>-T.R.
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115
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116 QUIETLY HE APPROACED {approached} THE ROAD THAT LED ON TO THE SMALL VILLAGE THAT
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117 HELD THE INN HE HAD BEEN TOLD OF.CROUCHING FOR A MOMENT HE CHECKED THE
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118 SURRONDING {surrounding} AREA,SILENTLY ASSIMILATING THE SUBDUED SOUNDS OF THE MOUNTAIN
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119 FOREST THAT BLANKETED THE LAND FOR SEVERAL DAYS JOURNEY AROUND HIM.
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120 AFTER SEVERAL MINUTES OF OBSERVATION HE GENTLY APPROCHED THE ROAD,CARE-
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121 FULLY,SO AS NOT DISTURB THE VEGATION {vegetation} AROUND HIM AND LEAVE SYBOL {symbol} OF HIS
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122 PASSING.
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123 DRAWING THE HOOD OF HIS WORN CLOAK FROM HIS HEAD,HE EXPOSED THE PALE
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124
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125 DRAWING THE HOOD OF HIS WORN CLOAK FROM HIS HEAD,HE EXPOSED THE PALE
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126 STRAW COLORED HAIR.WHICH ONLY SEEMED TO ACCSENTUTATE {accentuate} THE FAIRNESS OF HIS
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127 SKIN.HE THEN ADJUSTED THE POSITION OF HIS QUIVER AND BOW TO A MORE
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128 COMFORTABLE ONE AND THEN FINALY LOSEND {loosened} HIS BLADE IN ITS SHEATH.
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129 DANTHORN HAD BEEN TRAVELING AS SUCH FOR THE PAST TWO FORTNIGHTS TO
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130 COME TO THE VILLAGES INN AND TO AWAIT A MESSAGENER {messenger} THAT SHOULD MEET HIM
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131 THERE WITHIN THREE DAYS TIME.HE DID NOT PLACE MUCH HOPE THAT THIS PERSON
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132 WOULD ARRIVE,THIS BEING THE THIRD TIME HE HAD BEEN SENT ON SUCH A JOURNEY
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133 AND YET EACH TIME HAVING TO RETURN TO HIS GUILD-MASTER WITH NOTHING.
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134 ------------------------------------TO BE CONTINUED-CLETUS----------------
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135 ...T5X-T5C-SCODE38A@1730Z26/4GO-TXA-MFMPC3...
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136 YOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOY
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137
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138 SHE NEVER TOLD HER NLOVE, BUT LET CONCEILMENT, LIKE A WORM IN THE BUD FEED ON
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139 HER DAMASK CHEEK. SHE PINED IN THOUGHT, AND WITH A GREEN AND YELLOW MELANCHOLY,
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140 SHE SAT LIKE PATIENCE ON A MONUMENT, SMILING AT GREIF.
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141 WAS NOT THIS LOVE INDEED?
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142 WE MEN MAY SAY MORE, SWEAR MORE, BUT INDEED, OUR SHOWS ARE MORE THAN WILL,
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143 FOR STILL WE PROVE MUCH IN OUR VOWS, BUT LITTLE OF OUR LOVE.
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144 -BUT DIED THY SISTER OF HER LOVE?-
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145 I AM ALL THE DAUGHTERS OF MY FATHERS HOUSE,
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146 AND ALL THE BROTHERS TOO.
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147 AND YET I KNOW NOT.
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148
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149 SIR, SHALL I TO THIS LADY?
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150
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151 WRITTEN BY THE BARD
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152
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153 BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE MUSE
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154
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155 Ah Poetry. Ah. Matrix. Ah. Fix please. Ah. Matrix.
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156 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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157 The dancer had moved quickly from the door to the crone's favorite
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158 spot by the hearth. Too late she realized that she had been careless-
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159 -too many people might associate that location with the crone, and
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160 seeing another person wearing the crone's clothing might start them
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161 wondering about the connection between the two. Her mind raced with
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162 possible explanations she could offer if anyone bothered to question
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163 her They had traded clothes(?). Ridiculous. She had found them(?).
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164 Who would choose to wear these rags if they had anything better.
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165 Finally she decided to just brazen it out--she had had quite a few
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166 years experience dealing with the questions of the curious, this new
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167 problem wasn't any worse than some of the others had been.
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168 She glanced around at the crowd, looking for any familiar faces.
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169 Huh! There was the Philosopher, the man with no memory. Who was that
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170 next to him, the one looking at her speculatively? She looked away
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171 quickly.
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172 Nothing was going to be accomplished by just sitting here. She
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173 had no money, but that would be easy enough to obtain. If only the
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174 barkeep still had her tambourine--it was time for dancing!
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175 Getting up quickly, she sauntered over to the bar thinking about
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176 which dance routine she felt in the mood for--the ragged clothing was
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177 a distinctly wrong for some of the numbers--it would ruin the
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178 atmosphere the particular dance was supposed to establish.
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179 Hmm...rags...bare feet...uncombed hair...Cinderella? No, too
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180 wholesome. Aha, she thought triumphantly, a slave girl dreaming of
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181 freedom. That's the one!
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182 The barkeep was a stranger, not the one who had been working the
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183 night of the dancer's previous visit. But he obliged her request and
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184 rummaged through the misplaced and forgotten items behind the bar
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185 until he found her tambourine. When he handed it to her, she asked if
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186 it would be all right to provide a little entertainment for the crowd.
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187 "Nothing too lewd." he warned suspiciously. "There are all sorts of
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188 people in here tonight--I don't want any of 'em bothered or
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189 complaining." She smiled sweetly at him. "I will do nothing you
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190 couldn't take your Mother to see," she reassured him. "That is if you
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191 even had a mother," she continued under her breath as she turned away.
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192 She found a slightly open spot towards the center of the room,
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193 crouched down in a position of lowly submission, and gave a loud,
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194 sustained shake of the tambourine. When she was sure that she had
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195 gained at least the attention of those standing nearest to her, she
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196 started gently tapping her leg with the tambourine in a slow, rhythmic
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197 beat. Using some of the changer mental imaging, she envisioned
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198 herself as abused slave who is tyrannized by her jealous mistress, and
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199 who is dreaming of her homeland and freedom. And so the dance began.
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200
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201 Green Eyes (04/24/87)
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202 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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203 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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204 Max and I watched as the lithe woman went to the barkeep and
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205 asked him something. He ducked behind the bar and came up with
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206 a tambourine, all intact. She took it and appeared to thank him,
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207 then went to the center of the largest open space in the room.
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208 She started a dance, and immediately I was filled with a sense
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209 of yearning for freedom.
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210 What power in a dance. I turned to ask Max if he felt it to,
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211 but the expression he wore gave me pause. Completely mezmerized.
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212 What power. What sort of sapient form is this?
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213 And what had become of the old woman?!?
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214 [][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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215 :::::::O O::::::::04/24/87:::::::::::voyeur:::::::::19:23:17::::::::O O:::::::::
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216 darkstar:=orion / rva\
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217 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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218 TO:NET, SO HOW DOES ONE GET INTO NET?
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219 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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220
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221
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222 LIKE...DUDES....HAROLD HEDD WAS HERE!
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223 *PUFF*
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224 ///////////A.I.R.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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225
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226 EVERYTHING IN EXCESS,
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227 MODERATION IS FOR MONKS.
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228 //////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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229
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230 /////////////A.I.R.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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231 AM I ALONE? TALK. PLEASE.]]
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232 ////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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233 V2V
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234 :::::=====:::::=====:::::
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235 So, in the midst of creating something new, I a m called away, and now what
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236 little I had left is gone. Perhaps this is Entropy. (Speaking of Entropy,
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237 where did our little embodiment of the whole concept disappear to?) But no, I
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238 would suspect that it was mearly Mikey deleting it because I did not get the
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239 chance to finish it. Ah, well, I can only try to send it again, in the hopes
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240 that it will be approved of. It is the same name, but an all together different
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241 yarn.
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242 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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243 Much time had passed since Zephyr had dared to enter the Inn. Witxh the
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244 adventures he had had with b, he had forgotton this little corner of the
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245 known dimensions. But now he had returned, doubting that anyone would know that
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246 he had once been... something else.
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247 But with great resolve, he decided not to let such worries upset him. He
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248 was hear for one reason and one reason alone. It was to try to gather up the
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249 tattered fragments of his reputation and quietly depart once and for all
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250 from the lives of those who lived within the Inn.
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251 His hands trembling, he pushed at the door, feeling the wood dig into
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252 his skin. It had been splintered and broken by countless attacks, from
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253 nature and those who would try to gain entrance and were unwelcome. He stopped
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254 now to wonder if HE would be welcome. Oh, he had tried before, but had never
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255 met with any success.
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256 Cautiously, he peered into the room. Yes, some remnants of what he had
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257 once been still dwelled somewhere in the darkest corners of his heart. He
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258 had tried to forget them, but still they remained, like rthorns digging into
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259 him until they drew blood.
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260 But the adventure with Zeb had changed all that. He had seen what
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261 the future held, and he had seen the stars themselves. With his homeworld
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262 now liberated, the Guardians saw fit to allow him to use his manifested
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263 abilities to journey forth once more.
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264 Of course, his power was not the only change.
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265 A blast of smoke hit him square in the face, and as he coughed and
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266 wheezed, he tried to look through his teary eyes to see inside. Waving a
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267 hand in front of him, he made his way blindly to the table he had once known
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268 so well. Yes, he thought, stroking the good, strong wood, and smelling the
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269 scent of pine in the air..
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270 He sat down at the table, and decided to actually talk to some of the
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271 residents. In his earlier incarnation, he had mnever actually communicated with
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272 anyone. But now that would change.
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273 Even he was startled wihen he said he wanted something to drink.
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274
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275 The bartender knew not who this stranger was, nor did he care. This
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276 fellow called himself "Zephyr", and a few of the patrons reacted to the name
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277 rather negatively. He couldn't understAnd why. There wasn't anything
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278 wrong that he could see about the guy. As far as the bartender was concerned,
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279 all thAt mattered was that this human's money was good.
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280 =====:::::=====:::::=====
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281 Like I said. The same name, but someone different, eh?
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282 :::::=====:::::====:::::=====:::::===Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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283
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284 Hey, any body know where I can find some info on the IIgs? Or a board of
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285 something? The only book I have on the graphics and such is greek to me!
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286 Alien(for lack of a better name)
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287
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288 Alien: Applephilia has a lot of info on Apples (as you can probably tell by
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289 D the name). They are in the process of starting up a board (one of 20)
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290 dedicated to the IIgs. The number is 244-3105 300/1200 baud.
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291 Lisa Gronke is the sysop, and a more helpful person you won't find.
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292 Neila(for lack of a better name)
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293 V2V
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294 ____04/25/87__________________JD 2446911.7563_________23:09:10_PDT_________
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295 88 days, 5 hrs, 50 min, 50 sec
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296 are there any good books out on u/x/nix????
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297 and do you people know of any *nix bbs here in town tnx
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298
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299 That stupid countdown seems to be heading for 7/23/87 @ 05:00. I can't wai
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300 MIKEY, THANK YOU FOR RUNNING THIS BOARD!
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301 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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302 could whoever that was cut the cursing? nobody needs earburn. nobody
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303 needs to hear it at all. go log on to the rude bbs for that.
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304 jim michaels
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305 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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306 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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307 taken from reader's digest, campus comedy section:
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308 Undergraduates at technical colleges are intesely involved in higher
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309 mathematics & science. But most are able to laugh at themselves.
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310 At Renslaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy, N.Y., they often chant at
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311 football games:
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312 E to the y, DY DX,
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313 E to the x, DX!
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314 Cosine, secant, tangent sine,
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315 Three point one four one five nine!
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316 Square root, cube root, log of PI,
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317 Disintegrate them, RPI!
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318 -contributed by Eileen Hehl
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319 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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320 On applephilia is there any specific times? I tried calling and didn't get
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321 any answer on sunday at 5
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322 -Alien
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323 ____04/26/87__________________JD 2446912.5346_________17:49:51_PDT_________
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324 87 days, 11 hr, 10 min, 9 sec
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325 __________________________________________________________________________
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326 For anyone who wants/needs unix/xenix access, try 'Agora' at 640-xxxx (new
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327 number that starts tomorrow). This is a semi-open system (you must apply
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328 for access) that offers usenet news, 90megs online storage, and a friendly
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329 super-user. Over 120 users enjoy the services of 'Agora' already.
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330 ___________________________ *nix information service _____________________
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331 THIS IS CLEVER?
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332 No... Yes... Maybe... Everyone's entitled to their opinions...
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333 88 days, 25 hr, 61.5 min, 9.145264 sec
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334 login:dragon
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335 re: the literary discussion on the last disk. I agrre that this is the
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336 appropriate forum for budding authors and experimental styles. Those who
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337 want polished prose should stick to the New Yorker. At least the writer
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338 in question can SPELL and is grammatical. -------A BW Fan
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339 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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340 Hammond Armour gazed at the retreating form of Malys Sheperd. Her fierce
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341 competence and humorless devotion to his needs made him uncomfortable.
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342 It was often useful to have power, but it made people react to you un-
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343 necessarily. It was the rare man who could just be with him without
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344 trying to compete or grovel and the rare woman who didn't become either
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345 seductive or resentful. He valued those few people he could be him-
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346 self with. The letter from Albania was a report on state-run newspapers
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347 and book dispensaries, but it had been so heavily censored as to be
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348 undecipherable. Who would have ordered such a report? Aha. Among his
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349 few true friends was a maverick researcher in his own employ.
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350 He decided to avoid the fanfare of a walk through the front office.
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351 In his private bath, he changed into rumpled corderoy pants and a bulky
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352 wool jacket, then charged down the back stairs. At the bottom was a
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353 beaten black one-speed bike. He unlocked it, put the chain around his
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354 neck, and pedaled off. "How ironic," he thought, "That the freedom
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355 touted in car ads is so much better to be found on this humble vehicle."
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356 He proceeded to the Bohemian section of Northwest Portland.
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357 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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358
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359 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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360 The dancer ended her performance in the same crouched position in
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361 which the dance had begun. Coins of varying size and metallic hue
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362 covered the floor around her, thrown by appreciative Inn patrons. The
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363 dancer felt physically drained but spiritually fulfilled by her dance,
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364 this more than the applause of strangers, was the reward she desired,
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365 the inner knowledge that she had danced well.
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366 She began to pick up the scattered coins and pile them in a small
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367 heap in front of her. There were more than would fit in her torn
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368 pockets; perhaps the barkeep would exchange the many small coins for a
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369 few of larger denomination. Before she had a chance to ask, someone
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370 wearing a brilliant blue skirt and emerald green cloak stopped
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371 directly in front of her. She looked up and saw that the skirt was
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372 topped with a golden tunic which matched the golden feathered cap on
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373 woman's head. The costume by itself would have seemed terribly gaudy,
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374 but the bearing of the woman wearing it gave its ostentation a royal
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375 dignity.
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376 As the dancer's gaze met that of the woman, she inclined her head
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377 in a slight bow and spoke. "If I may, I would like to speak with you.
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378 Would you share my table and partake of the light meal which I have
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379 ordered?"
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380 The woman's dark eyes expressed only gentle inquiry, none of the
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381 avid curiosity which too frequently spurred invitations from people
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382 who had seen her dance. "I would," the dancer replied, "but, as you
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383 can see, I have my earnings to gather up first." She gestured to the
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384 coins which still littered the floor around her.
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385 "If you would not object," the woman responded, "my servant,
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386 Yuan, could do that while you rest. That is, if you would allow. I
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387 can assure you that he is honest."
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388 The dancer then noticed a small boy, dressed all in brown from
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389 his feathered cap to his boots, standing slightly behind the woman,
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390 and peering around his mistresses skirt at her. When the dancer
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391 smiled at him, he blushed and quickly looked down at his toes. She
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392 looked up again at the woman and said, still smiling, "He doesn't look
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393 like a desperate bandit. I believe that I can trust him with my
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394 money. I will join you."
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395 The woman stood back to give the dancer room to get up, and then
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396 led the way to a table in a far corner of the room. The aroma from
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397 the several platters of food on the table reminded the dancer than she
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398 had not eaten in many hours and that she was famished. Seeing her
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399 eyeing the food avidly, the woman indicated that she was to help
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400 herself. "Please, eat your fill," she said. "It will give me time to
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401 tell you a story which I think just might interest you."
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402
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403 Green Eyes (04/27/87)
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404 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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405 :::::=====:::::=====
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406 Green Eyes: Very good so far. I look forward to future installments!
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407 :::::=====:::::=====
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408 As he watched the conclusion to the dance, Zephyr was reminded of his home
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409 world, and of the celebration that had followed after his people had been made
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410 free from the cruel hand of tyranny.
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411 It had not been an easy choice, but he had decided that his world was not
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412 for him. Now that he could dwell in the world of humankind, he chose to take
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413 advantage of it. But he had still retained a few abilities that he had
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414 discovered on his adventure with Zeb.
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415 From out of a leather pouch tied with frayed brown string, he took a few
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416 coins and held them in his hand. His grey eyes focused on them, as he
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417 concentrated on every portion of ttheir being, both real and conceptual. Soon
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418 he had only the coins pictured in his mind, and all else was a meaningless blurr.
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419 With a small spark, the two coins became four, and the four eight. Yes,
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420 eight would be `enough for now, and there was no need to exert himself any
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421 further. Focusing and Magnifying took a lot out of him. At least these were
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422 solid objects. What really strained him was when he had to work with cthe more
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423 conceptual objects, like emotioon or
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424 power.
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425 But then, in all his travels, and everywhere he had visited, power was
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426 the one thing man sought to magnify. None were content with what they had.
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427 Zephyr had learned, when his abilities had manifested through the GCSSO's
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428 training, that he needed little more power than what he had to survive. He
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429 would never have to do without the things one needed to live, and living
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430 comfortably was all that Zephyr really needed.
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431 Resalizing that he was staring off into space, Zephyr coughed, smiled,
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432 and tried as hard as he could to sink down through the wooden chair.
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433 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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434 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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435 yo, mike! i guess i can't redo my mistakes. invalid command. i also noticed
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436 that when i try dumping my messages to bwms via send/recieve mode, many of the
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437 characters after the carriage return will disappear. also, could i possibly
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438 get a listing of the source code for version 4.6 roms? i would like to use the
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439 double density 40 track drive on my diskwriter.
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440 jim michaels 231-xxxx
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441 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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442 ____04/27/87__________________JD 2446913.6659_________20:59:01_PDT_________
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443 ###########################################################################
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444 I pulled harder at the door. Making my fingers thin and slender I tried
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445 sliping them around the edge, but the fit was tight, I could only get the
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446 barest possible hold. But it was enough. Slowly and methodically I ran my
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447 fingers around the edge, freeing each microcosmic particle as I went. Years
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448 and eons passed as I continued my work. Or was it only a few hours. I
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449 cannot tell. I continued my slow and tedious work. As each particle was
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450 freed, it sprang from my fingers to spin about the door in an ever
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451 increasing circle. The light was getting brighter and brighter until it
|
||
452 became difficult to see what I was doing. I continued to work mostly by
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453 feel. After a very long time, the length of which I was not certain. The
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454 last of the material was removed from around the frame. I only had to open
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455 the door now and I would be away from this mindless chaos. I grasped the
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456 handle and pulled... it refused to move. I tried again. Still it did not
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457 budge. I raised my fist and struck the door again and again. And it echoed
|
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458 with a hollow 'boom', 'boom', 'boom'. "Let me out of here" I cried, and
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||
459 beat furiously at the door until my hands hurt so much that I could do so
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460 no more. I slumped back, my head in my hands and cried. Great pools of
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461 water formed from the tears that ran down my face. For a very long time I
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462 just sat there and cried. In time the tears subsided, and I began to think
|
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463 again. My previous efforts were not entirely in vain, it only seemed so on
|
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464 the surface. Now the door was bathed in a glowing ball of particles that
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465 spun around it. I reached out through the cloud and touched it, it was
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466 still there and still closed.
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467 ############################# The InnKeeper ###############################
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468 To be continued...
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469 CLEVER IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER!
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470 lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
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471 tttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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472 eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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473 ssssssssssssssssssssssssss
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474 tttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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475
|
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476 OK, Leonard, are you quitting your job at the end of the countdown?
|
||
477 Leaving town? Getting a new machine of indecent power & speed?
|
||
478 Picking up your mother at the airport? Blowing up the airport?
|
||
479 ===========================Just Guessing===========================
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||
480 {+|+} <481> 042787^234341
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481 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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482 Hammond swung off the ancient black bike with a flourish.
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||
483 Flushed with exhilaration after his ride, during which he'd
|
||
484 screamed at a loutish Honda driver, causing said driver to roll
|
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485 down his window, allowing Hammond to pedal up beside him and shake
|
||
486 him by his lapels while doing his Crazed-Hippy-Drug-Addict imitation,
|
||
487 so surprising him that he was still sitting in the intersection be-
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||
488 tween Lincoln High and the MAC Club while Hamm was zooming across
|
||
489 Burnside thinking, "That'll either teach him to stop sideswiping bikes
|
||
490 or to do it only when he can complete the kill."
|
||
491 The green Victorian on Trinity Place was imposing if one
|
||
492 didn't look too closely at the lead pipe propping up the curving bal-
|
||
493 ustrade or the sagging gutter around the turret or any of the hundreds
|
||
494 of quick-fix jobs that held the old glory together. Margot Jones oc-
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||
495 cupied the front lower flat. Hamm shouldered his bike and sprinted
|
||
496 up the steps, rapping on the window as he passed. Ms. Jones opened
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||
497 the door before he could ring the bell, propped the bike tenderly
|
||
498 against the old deco wallpaper and ushered him into her quarters.
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||
499 "Got my Albania report, eh?" Her short tousled hair caught the sun
|
||
500 and her blue eyes glowed as she searched through bundles of papers
|
||
501 oblivious to the effect she was having on Hamm who was doing his
|
||
502 little Margot mantra. "She's only 20. You're nearly 40. You don't need
|
||
503 complication. You NEED her objectivity. You need it far more than
|
||
504 pleasure." In fact, it was Margot's work that kept his enterprises
|
||
505 from a moral bankruptcy that his accountants couldn't fathom. It was
|
||
506 she who had uncovered the obscure link to organized crime in a seem-
|
||
507 ingly innocent cement contracting deal. It was she who found the
|
||
508 dog-food porno-racket connection, who uncovered the Soviet mole steal-
|
||
509 ing technical secrets from Armour shipyard, who warned Hammond about a
|
||
510 Wall Street prodigy who was on the news in handcuffs last night, and
|
||
511 she who kept him from investing in any number of sleazy, if profitable
|
||
512 ventures. She was thoroughly unimpressed with Hammond's wealth, power,
|
||
513 or personal charm, and seemed to be primarily motivated by her own
|
||
514 strong vision of the way the world should work.
|
||
515 "Here," said Margo settling into a deep armchair with a sheaf of
|
||
516 papers. In an enormous t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, she looked like
|
||
517 a stern little elf. Hammond prepared to be humbled.
|
||
518 "As you know," her searing glance implied that he didn"t which was
|
||
519 true, "Albania is an unappealing little country. It is, except for
|
||
520 Romania, the only country in the world where typewriters have to be
|
||
521 registered like weapons. It is the only sattelite nation to have bro-
|
||
522 ken relations with the USSR on the grounds that, since de-Staliniza-
|
||
523 tion, the Soviets weren't represive enough. The Soviets were unchar-
|
||
524 acteristically eager to let her go. From 1944 until his death in April
|
||
525 1975, Albania was ruled by Enver Hoxha who kept her oppressed and
|
||
526 isolated. It was expected that his death would relax the government
|
||
527 and that Italy and the USSR would rush to dominate her. But no one
|
||
528 seems to WANT to step in. Even the US has not infiltrated or tried to
|
||
529 sway her although her position is geographically strategic."
|
||
530 She stopped. A response was in order. "So?" wavered Hamm.
|
||
531 "SOOOOOO!! *WHY* are you trying to build a car factory there?"
|
||
532 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
|
||
533 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
|
||
534 Great stuff, keep going, please, pretty please.
|
||
535
|
||
536 Green Eyes (04/28/87)
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537 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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538 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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539 G.E.- I love the albanian connection. Is M. Wassir behind your story?
|
||
540 Will he play in it? Keep going.
|
||
541
|
||
542
|
||
543 The dance had finished, and Max shook his head slowly. "That was some spell,"
|
||
544 he intoned, "Not sexual, nor really sensual. But there was a power there that
|
||
545 seemed to take me back to a previous time. Sort of like Deja Vu on a grand
|
||
546 scale."
|
||
547 "are you OK now ?",I asked, concerned for my friend.
|
||
548 "Oh yes, fine.", he replied, "But I wonder where I have seen her before."
|
||
549 "I think that there must be some connection between her and that old fortune
|
||
550 teller that was in hear before. You know, the old hag who read your future just
|
||
551 before that rude gentleman came by ?"
|
||
552 "She does seem to be wearing her clothes, do you suppose that she killed and
|
||
553 robbed the old bat?"
|
||
554 "I think I shall go and find out."
|
||
555 So saying, I stood up and walked over to the table where the dancer was
|
||
556 lack of a better phrase) pigging out. "Greetings, that was quite a performance."
|
||
557 She looked up at me and smiled. A carefully controlled smile, not friendly,
|
||
558 yet sincere. "Thank you. And thank you for the coins I saw you toss."
|
||
559 "My pleasure. May I ask you a private question?"
|
||
560 "I may not answer."
|
||
561 "That would be answer enough. Where did you obtain the clothing that you are
|
||
562 wearing?"
|
||
563 [][][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
|
||
564
|
||
565 change /hear/here/ good grief, I'm getting old.
|
||
566
|
||
567 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|
||
568 I was driving down the road when somebody yelled STOP!!
|
||
569 I stopped and got hit by another car from behind. It broke my neck and I died.
|
||
570
|
||
571 THE END
|
||
572
|
||
573
|
||
574 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|
||
575
|
||
576 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
|
||
577 Friar: I'd like to take credit for the Albanian connection, but I
|
||
578 didn't write it, just wrote in appreciation of it.
|
||
579
|
||
580 Green Eyes (04/28/87)
|
||
581 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
|
||
582 :: Proverb de jour: BWMS patrons don't fade away. They just change aliases.::
|
||
583
|
||
584 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
|
||
585 The dancer's benefactress was extremely displeased by the
|
||
586 interruption. Particularly since it appeared to cause the dancer a
|
||
587 certain amount of discomfort, which she was trying to hide behind a
|
||
588 guise of cool nonchalance. This was not to be tolerated. It was of
|
||
589 prime importance that the dancer be relaxed and receptive to her
|
||
590 story, the cultural heritage of her people could very well depend on
|
||
591 it. It was time to intervene.
|
||
592 "Excuse me, Sir," she began. "I am T'Chree, Princess Royal of
|
||
593 the Kingdom of Aviana, and Special Ambassador for his Majesty, King
|
||
594 Avianus. The dancer and I were conducting business of importance to
|
||
595 the kingdom when you interrupted us. I must ask you to allow us to
|
||
596 continue our discussion in private."
|
||
597 She risked a quick glance at the dancer to see how she was
|
||
598 reacting to this particular bit of news. Good, she was maintaining
|
||
599 her calm facade. The explanations could be made later, right now she
|
||
600 had to get rid of this snoop. T'Chree, looking imperiously down her
|
||
601 aquiline nose with as much hauteur as she could muster, returned her
|
||
602 gaze to the man standing at their table. "Well . . .?"
|
||
603 The man was completely taken aback. Obviously his attention had
|
||
604 been focused entirely on the dancer, and he had hardly been aware of
|
||
605 her presence at all. "Uh . . . pardon, Your Highness, I was just
|
||
606 curious about how the dancer happened to be wearing the same raggedy
|
||
607 get-up as an old woman who was a regular customer in here until a few
|
||
608 weeks ago. She seems to have just disappeared into thin air. You can
|
||
609 understand why a person could start wondering."
|
||
610 This one is certainly tenacious, T'Chree thought. The dancer
|
||
611 wisely was staying out of the matter, sitting there eating as if
|
||
612 T'Chree and the frocked man were talking about something entirely
|
||
613 unrelated to her.
|
||
614 "I see," T'Chree answered him. "And you have a special . . .
|
||
615 interest in this old woman. Was she a relative, or . . . a dear
|
||
616 friend perhaps?" Her inference was not complimentary.
|
||
617 "That old bag? You must be kidding." The man was appalled by
|
||
618 the thought.
|
||
619 "Well, if you have no real interest in the welfare of the old
|
||
620 woman, then I must conclude that you are merely using that story as a
|
||
621 ruse to get better acquainted with this young woman. Now, be off,
|
||
622 before I call the Innkeeper and complain to him that you are harassing
|
||
623 us, you masher!"
|
||
624 With one final glare at the man, T'Chree turned her complete
|
||
625 attention to the dancer. "I'm sorry, my dear," she began. "I think I
|
||
626 should begin again. That boorish man caused me to disclose
|
||
627 information which I was going to include, but further along in my
|
||
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