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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #339 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##.... ##: ##:::: ##: ##...:::: ===========================================
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "The... House" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Meow !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 12/14/98 !!
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!!========================================================================!!
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For a year now, John Appleton had been working on his house.
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Not the regular repairs you might expect, namely the implementation of
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a computer controlled house enviroment.
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A house which would sense conditions, learn preferences, and
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adjust the surroundings accordingly. Finally it had all come together.
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He walked into the main server room, nervous and excited at
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once. Music and lighting followed him. He sat at the control panel,
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and began the startup procedure. A few moments later his creation was
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born. He took a deep breath, and issued the first command.
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"computer"
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"yes john?"
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"secure the house"
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As electricity sped through the veins of the house, locks
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closed and alarms were armed like a domino effect. Security cameras
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aligned into position, and the matrix of the house began buzzing with
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high voltage.
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"the house is now secure"
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oh my god it was perfect, he thought. A vista of technology
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primarily to serve his needs.
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"john... some.." the synthesized voice died out.
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"computer??? is something wrong?" he asked, considering for a
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moment the 12 months of hard work had been in vein.
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"sorry john, someone was smurfing the house.. i've re-routed
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now."
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He sighed with relief, easing his way to the refrigerator.
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"computer, let's celebrate" he said, cracking open a bottle of cheap
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champagne.
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"ok john, let me put on my party gear"
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"computer?"
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"that was a joke john, lighten up"
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John laughed casually, before consuming the last few drops of
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alcohol. Night fever began playing over the speaker system, and John
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liked to dance! *Everybody was kung-fu fightiiiing* da da dum dum.
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The songs just kept playing. John sure was exhausted. Hey lay back
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and admired the digital domain he had created before the champagne
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finally caught up with him.
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He rushed to the bathroom.
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"computer, quick! open the bathroom door!"
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"i'm afraid i can't do that, john"
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! #339 - WRITTEN BY: MEOW - 12/14/98 !!
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