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I S S U E # @ N O V E M B E R 1 5 , 1 9 9 3
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I S S U E # @ N O V E M B E R 1 5 , 1 9 9 3
: File !
: Intro to issue 2
: Billy Biggs <ae687@freenet.carleton.ca>
: File @
: Real Cyberpunks
: Paul dArmond <paulf@henson.cc.wwu.edu>
: File #
: Reich, Orgone and Cyberpunk
: Paul dArmond <paulf@henson.cc.wwu.edu>
: File $
: Front 242 tour dates
: Steven Hardy <taylor23@okcforum.osrhe.edu>
: File %
: phORMISm @ddiction :reaxion
: demogirl <rao06936@rosie.uh.edu>
: File ^
: Neon Blue - CP SCI-FI - Part 1
: Melonfarmer <anonymous>
: File &
: Nibbles of Information
: Billy Biggs <ae687@freenet.carleton.ca>
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File - !
Okay, so we are here, moving right along with issue 2. I still havent
really defined the actual style of the e-zine but most of that should
be settled by issue 3. Please keep the submissions comming and tell
me if you don't like anything in here.
This issue could have been better, I havent edited out all the bugs.
Sorry if I did anything wrong.
It looks as though we are going to put this out every 2 weeks or so.
Expect the next issue to be out around Dec. 1. If everything goes well
I might switch to 1 issue per week in January.
The main thing holding this back is submissions. Everybody loves to read
great stuff, but who wants to contribute it. If you see anything or can
write anything, please do.
Thanks,
- Billy Biggs
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Editor : Billy Biggs <ae687@Freenet.carleton.ca>
Distribution : <DHT104@PSUVM.PSU.EDU>
Spellchecker : Nobody, don't report the errors
Author of Neuromancer : William Gibson <gibson@netcom.com>
^^^^-- Joke, don't send mail here
greets to everybody who
followed this on usenet
As you can see, we are small. If you want to be a part of all this
and feel you could make yourself useful, mail me.
###### HOW TO GET ON THE SUBSCRIPTION LIST ######
Send mail to my handy-dandy mail distributer guy at:
dodger@fubar.bk.psu.edu
With the words:
Subscription LineNoiz <your address>
in the body of the letter.
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Here is an interesting article I was given to reprint. I hope this
clarifies who out there is or is not a cyberpunk. I will NOT be
including this in my list of defenitions. Sorry guys. I will not say
my opinions on whether or not this is CP, I intend to stay neutral.
-Billy Biggs, editor nerd.
File - @
>From: paulf@henson.cc.wwu.edu (Paul dArmond)
Subject:Re: Cyber FAQ
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| -*- present -*- |
| |
| +-----------------+ |
| | Real Cyberpunks | |
| +-----------------+ |
| |
| 9/24/91 |
| |
| With all this shit in the news and now a book about cyberpunks, we have|
|a bunch of lame assholes who think they are cyberpunks running around |
|blackening the name. In response to this we'd created this g-file so |
|everybody can tell the lamers from the real cyberpunks. Most of these |
|wanna-be cyberpunks will probably be offended by what we're going to say, |
|because the description of what defines a real cyberpunk doesn't apply to |
|them. Remember though, cyberpunk is mostly an attitude (this g-file |
|describes physical manifestations of this attitude), and real cyberpunks |
|don't get upset over something written in a g-file. |
\---------------------------------------------------------------------------/
CLOTHING
- Real cyberpunks don't wear paisley, or any of that other neo-
futuristic, yuppie, artfag shit.
- Real cyberpunks wear military surplus clothing, non-neon colored
Gortex, bluejeans, boots (combat or motorycle), Factsheet-5 T-Shirts,
and kilts (on formal occasions).
- Real cyberpunks don't shop at Banana Republic or the "Mainframe"
clothing section at Sears.
- Real cyberpunks have the balls to go to Thrift Shops.
Corollary to the above: Anyone who makes fun of a cyberpunk shopping at
a thrift shop usually winds up in ICU.
COMPUTERS
- Real cyberpunks don't use IBM PCs or Tandy 1000s.
- Real cyberpunks that have the $$$ use 486s, and 68030s.
- Real cyberpunks that don't have the $$$ use whatever the hell they can
get ahold of (except IBM PCs an Tandy 1000s).
- All real Cyberpunks still own a TI-99/4A, S-100, Apple ][ w/Apple Cat,
or an Atari 130XE with ATR8000 & 850 interfaces as their backup
machine.
- Real cyberpunks program in assembler and ADA.
- Real cyberpunks think C is cute for a fuck-around language.
- Real cyberpunks think of the Amiga as a cute toy.
- Real cyberpunk SYSOPS run Stonehenge.
- Real cyberpunks realize the Apple Cat was the best modem ever made.
CARS
- Real cyberpunks drive whatever they can afford.
- Real cyberpunks never drive an unmodified vehicle.
- Real cyberpunks think Audi, BMW, and Mercedes cars serve best as rocket
launcher targets.
- Real cyberpunks who can afford them drive something with a V-8.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks go to every police auction
in their area.
TECH
- All real cyberpunks have their ham license.
- Real cyberpunks know the difference between a resistor and a capacitor.
- Real cyberpunks know where to get tech cheap in their area.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks practically live at their local
surplus store.
- Real cyberpunks think Radio Shack sucks, but still buy from there
because it's convenient.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks put pragmatism before
principle.
- Real cyberpunks always carry a Leatherman Tool.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks know what a Leatherman Tool is.
- Real cyberpunks own a dual-band HT.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks know what a dual-band HT is.
Corollary to the corollary: Real cyberpunks have hosed McDonalds at
least once.
- Real cyberpunks know how use a TDR.
Corollary to the above: The have also managed to get ahold of one for
free.
POLITICS & LAW
- Real cyberpunks are politically aware, but avoid getting involved in
that bullshit.
- Real cyberpunks think all politicians should be castrated.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks are libertarians.
- Real cyberpunks have copies of their state's law statues.
- Real cyberpunks know the difference between the Declaration of
Independence and The Constitution.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks know what both of those say.
- Real cyberpunks don't get caught.
KNOWLEDGE
- Real cyberpunks read 2600, Factsheet-5, Full Disclosure, Iron Feather
Journal, Cybertek, Radio Electronics, Circuit Cellar Ink, Computer
Shopper, American Survival Guide, and any 'zines about local bands in
their area.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks understand what they read in
these publications.
- Real cyberpunks think Mondo2000, for the most part, sucks.
- Real cyberpunks learn about everything from Computers to Crossbows.
- Real cyberpunks know how to spell.
- Real cyberpunks speak at least 2 languages.
WEAPONS
- Real cyberpunks don't have the typical yuppie artfag fear of weapons
that most modem users seem to have.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks know the value of useful
equipment.
- Real cyberpunks own at least one gun.
- Real cyberpunks carry Gerber, Cold Steel, SOG, AlMar, or Spyderco
blades.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks think custom steel is neat, but
costs too much.
- Real cyberpunks have memorized The Improvised Munitions Black Book.
- Real cyberpunks know The Anarchist Cookbook is a crock of shit.
- Real cyberpunks buy everything authored by Seymour Lecker and Kurt
Saxon.
- Real cyberpunks keep a supply of DMSO handy.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks know what DMSO is.
MUSIC
- Real cyberpunks go to The Mentors' concerts whenever they can.
- Real cyberpunks think C&C Music Factory is just a bunch of out-of-the-
closet homosexuals.
- Real cyberpunks don't listen to Paula Abdul.
- Real cyberpunks think Michael Jackson should be napalmed.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks think Michael Jackson is a
reincarnate of his monkey Bubbles.
- Real cyberpunks think Top-40 sucks.
- Real cyberpunks listen to Ministry, The Cure, Skinny Puppy, The
Misfits, Rush, Pink Floyd, etc.
- In the end, real cyberpunks listen to whatever the fuck they want.
PHREAKING & HACKING
- Real cyberpunks think codes are for fags, but use them anyway because
they put pragmatism before principle.
- Real cyberpunks know what TEMPEST means.
- Real cyberpunks use data-taps.
- Real cyberpunks have Internet access.
- Real cyberpunks know why Broadway Hacker invited everyone to his house.
- Real cyberpunks know what PPS really means.
- Real cyberpunks know Clifford Stoll's ex-wife is a lesbian.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks know that Clifford Stoll is an
asshole.
- Real cyberpunks know just how good friends John Maxfield and Broadway
Hacker are.
- Real cyberpunks know who John Maxfield is and what he was arrested for.
- Real cyberpunks own a blue box, and still use it.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks know what a blue box is, and
know how to use it.
- Real cyberpunks know what a TS-21 is.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks stole their TS-21.
- Real cyberpunks have acquired a Bell System hard-hat.
- Real cyberpunks have a payphone.
Corollary to the above: The payphone belongs to someone else.
- Real cyberpunks on the east coast have attended at least one 2600
meeting.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks who have attended a 2600
meeting don't go to them anymore.
Corollary to the corollary: Real cyberpunks are waiting for another
OSUNY meeting.
Further corollary: Real cyberpunks know what OSUNY originally stood
for.
HEALTH
- Real cyberpunks use Choline, Ginseng, and Golden Seal.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks know what these are.
- Real cyberpunks know about the medicinal value of various plants.
- Real cyberpunks take care of themselves.
- Real cyberpunks take time away from fucking with their computers to get
some exercise.
FOOD & DRINK
- Real cyberpunks drink Jolt.
Corollary to the above: Real cyberpunks think Pepsi is for artfags.
- Real cyberpunks are intimately familiar with the selection at 7 -
Eleven, but avoid it whenever possible.
- Real cyberpunks know how to cook.
- Real cyberpunks drink Guinness Stout.
- Real cyberpunks who are under 21 distill their own.
- Real cyberpunks can go to a Supermarket and not get lost.
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File - #
Reich, Orgone and Cyberpunk
by Paul dArmond
What is the connection between Cyberpunk and Reich? It all relates to how
you define CP. If CP is just a fashion movement, if all that matters is
how you dress and what you say, then nothing is really connected to CP,
since in that case CP is just a fashion fad, a marketing tool for people
selling amusement and funny clothes. On the other hand, if CP is really
about tech, specifically street tech, then there is a lot of linkage. I
guess it comes down to the old do/be do/be do thing.
There is a lot of phoney chatter about VR and cybersex these days.
Personally, I think that VR is an expensive research grant scam/hoax.
There have been plenty of these: AI, robots, Star Wars, and recently
cybersex and PDAs. Well, if you are serious about doing something (rather
than just making amusing party-chatter with a bunch of people all dressed
the same way) then you need background research and theory. Reich was
*the* guy who started a lot of the threads that weave into cyberpunk tech:
Memes - (Mass Psychology of Fascism, emotional plague, tension/relaxation
theory of life)
Cybersex - (orgasm theory, electrophysiology of the orgasm,
tension/relaxation, he also coined the term "sexual revolution", etc.)
Anarchism - (Reich's Natural Work-Democracy was the first anarchist theory
based on psychological principles. This was the first big step forward in
A-theory since Kropotkin.)
Sexual Politics - (Reich was the first person in modern psychology to
state that orgasms are a crucial part of the dynamic of life. He also was
the first to claim that male and female orgasms were *equally* important.
A huge amount of modern sexual psychology started with him, and he still
gets zip credit for his pioneering work.)
A whole slew of weird science - (electro-physiology, orgone energy,
cloudbusters, desert experiments, UFOs, bions, etc.)
Reich was suppresed even more thoroughly than Tesla was, probably due to
the fact that he was explicitly political and wrote and published a great
deal. Tesla published very little outside of some articles on electrical
engineering and a slew of patents. Reich, on the other hand, was
continuously busy working, teaching, writing and experimenting. Also, due
to the provisions of his will, he left a trust fund behind to keep his
ideas and research available and accessible.
In the very simplist terms: "How could the first guy to connect an
oscilograph to his erect cock NOT have a lot to do with cyberpunk?"
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File - $
>From: taylor23@okcforum.osrhe.edu (Steven Hardy)
Subject: Front 242 tour dates....
TUESDAY 16/11 DENVER
WEDNESDAY 17/11 SALT LAKE CITY
FRIDAY 19/11 TIJUANA (MEXICO)
SATURDAY 20/11 SAN FRANCISCO
SUNDAY 21/11 LOS ANGELES
MONDAY 22/11 ORANGE (To be confirmed)
TUESDAY 23/11 PHOENIX
THURSDAY 25/11 SAN ANTONIO
FRIDAY 26/11 HOUSTON
SATURDAY 27/11 DALLAS
MONDAY 29/11 SAINT-LOUIS
TUESDAY 30/11 GRAND RAPIDS
THURSDAY 02/12 MINNEAPOLIS
FRIDAY 03/12 CHICAGO
SATURDAY 04/12 CINCINNATI
SUNDAY 05/12 DETROIT
TUESDAY 07/12 TORONTO (CANADA)
WEDNESDAY 08/12 MONTREAL (CANADA)
THURSDAY 09/12 BOSTON
SATURDAY 11/12 BALTIMORE
SUNDAY 12/12 NEW YORK
MONDAY 13/12 PHILADELPHIA
WEDNESDAY 15/12 ATLANTA
FRIDAY 17/12 MIAMI
SATURDAY 18/12 TAMPA
SUNDAY 19/12 ORLANDO
--
////////// / Taylor 23 / //////////////////////////////////////////////////////
6820 N.W. 31st Home: (405) 789-7363
Bethany, Oklahoma 73008-4006 Work: (405) 232-0700
USA Internet: taylor23@okcforum.osrhe.edu
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Here is something neat that has been floating around lately. It has
some interesting style properties.
File - %
>From: rao06936@rosie.uh.edu
Subject: phORMISm @ddiction :reaxion
----- phORMISm @ddiction
----- dialogue cartharsis injection
initially the out:sekt only allowed those with
plastic fetishes and neurological disorders into
their collective ;clockwork philosophy suggested
otherwise ;in 1942 a pre-deconstructionist by the
pseudonym COG unwillingly penetrated the sect's Seatle
branch by simply advocating the sniffing of scotch tape
as it was peeled from dispenser rings ;COG knew of his
inception into the group only after awaking in a bare rusted
cell ;one single blue lightbuld illuminated the room corners
;bleach infected air caused the taste of blood to push from
his stomach ;clang of rivet on steel thudded from
beyond the walls ;a war sound ;slow ;methodic ;trance-like
;COG focused on this sensation ;from the sound
extrapolating an image ;forcing contemptuous visions
of an outside world in ;possibly women in airhanger
jumpsuits, industrial nail guns in hand ;unlikely
;this was before the wire ;a waterdrip slumber of
several seconds :skull burn ;COG woke strapped in
a hanging chain mesh sheet ;the cold fire of soldiering
metal pushed into his spine ;at the back of the neck
;men in gas masks ;smell of shower curtain plastic
;sitting crosslegged in a circle before him ;tribe ;he cries
;medicinal gloved hands and anit-orange flak jacketed
gas-mask men, out:sekt members sit watching ;sit recording
;hand-driven analog recorders syphoning COG's every utterence
;his every banal pain ;sheets of victrola static crept
into his ears ;compulsion to speak ;COG wept streams of
quality information ;self organizing dalanda patterns
purged from his mouth ;COG didn't understand ;the cool heat
of the wire bled from his mind as the static became more dense
;then the drug ;subtely at first unknowingly ;lain in his cell,
COG was pleasently assaulted by orchestral music ;he could
feel the slight vibrations of men talking in the background
;through the rusted walls ;he never knew if he ate or if his
body wastes were disposed of ;but the cycle of information
extraction and quiet forced music continued ;COG learned to
rely on the aftermath ;the calm sessions ;learned to
reiterate on his own consciousness ;immerse himself in a
organic self reality ;tuning in to the staccato rhythm
beyond the rusted walls ;still photo visions of women in
airhanger overalls ;industrial-nail guns ;lubricated love
;COG became passive ;as his forced dream became virtual
reality the out:sektists had no more interest in him or his
subconscious maps ;the jung approach no longer applied
;COG was discarded ;thrown into the laps of the Seattle Museum
Society ;questions breached and answered flounded for days
unformed ;COG would not reveal his captivity to anyone
;normalicy seamed his reality on the surface ;it was only
hours though and he discovered the roots of a hungerseed
;the addiction ;cravings for rhythm and dark rooms ;echoed
deadsilence backrunning from pilfered mozartdreams on vinyl
;affection by the out:sekt ;new mind engineering by the
gas-mask men ;twenty years and waves of pryor mindrape
encryption still leak out ;COG's catalogue of un-bleached
nightmare-remains scribbled into a blackbound book ;the word
phORMISm scrawled in the upper left corner of the first rotted
page ;always the smell of plastic causing epileptic
fugues ;three months later COG's final catalogue entry
settles on a single phrase ;SELF STATIC ;cult of the
individual reality takes over ;the coma from society begins
--- demogirl
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File - ^
Here we have the first part of a CP related story. If you can write
better, send it in.
-Billy Biggs
NEON BLUE TEXT 1
________________________________________________________________________________
The old gentleman had been looking to talk for me for weeks.
He was relaying and flashing messages everywhere. I watched him
curious about his intensity in finding me. Messages blurting and
crying out to me as if I was a god. When people are looking for
me I burn with a mix of adrenaline and syrup. I access
everything they have ever done. Every word they have ever
entered. All their thoughts, actions, manners, and loves are
mine. I do my research. It was simple what the Gentleman
wanted. He wanted life. Most everyone who asks for me asks for
that. They ask for life for their children, parents, lovers, but
most of the time they just want it for themselves. The Gentleman
was old. He needed the surgery or else he would die.
Surgery was not given to old Tech's. Tech's owned 60
percent of the government before they were dismantled. The
tech's were hated. The CORP took them apart and blamed them for
the ruin of the organizations. They were blamed for all the
takeovers by the Japanese Orgs. The CORP reorganized the North
American management system and bought out the Central American
Tech's. Now the major corps are a handful of japanese orgs. and
CORP. The Tech's were denied any medicine or surgery. Many of
the poor bastards don't even make it past one hundred anymore.
The CORP saw it as a bad investment in allowing surgery for a
Tech. Me, I am not so picky.
The Gentleman was in upper management in his Tech days.
Something called a lawyer, which translates into accountant in
CORP language. He was also rich which translates into money in
my language. They lived nice in the Tech days, money was not as
tight. They could spend money on drugs and concubines then. A
man in Gentleman's position could live off of drugs and
concubines. Gentleman could pay the price so that I could live
like that.
Old Gentleman's case was simple. He needed to be someone
else so he could have surgery. That would be no problem. I have
spent half my life on the insides of CORP's machines. Other
people think that I am the CORP's machine. The SYS is well aware
of me. I float inside of her as if I was her child. Clinging to
the knowledge in her memory. She tries to get rid of me like an
unwanted child but I love her way too much to ever leave her.
With Gentleman's score that could all change.
This will cost Gentleman money and not credit. There will
be raised eyes at all my money but it would still be safer than
helping a Tech and receiving traceable credits.
Before I even spoke to the old man I had what he needed. It
made the meetings go quicker and it helped with my reputation.
He was to meet me at the AMERCORP terminal station. He said he
would not be followed and would not be bringing anyone. They all
say that and they all lie. I hate having meetings in the skin.
The skin is where you get hurt. No one is going to hurt me
inside of the SYS so I know that they can come after me on the
outside. I am a little bug, a worm on the inside. Out there the
people are what is infected. The only times I have ever been
touched has been in the skin. I got shot by CORP Security in the
leg a year ago. It was in the interest of CORP to get rid of any
virus in their system. This virus lost his leg, but that is for
the better, it goes with my fake arm. My fake is filled with
chips of Stillgate RAM. I walk like a cripple but I can fly in
the places that count. I now carry a VMag Auto in the mid
section of my socket arm. Five rounds a second, very loud, very
ugly but a wonderful conversation piece.
People that are not an employee for the CORP live by a
different standard. We are called farmers, I have never farmed
nor ever seen a farm except for holo-books. The word farmer is
to increase our pride and industrialization. The farmers are
allowed to live as we wish as long as we pay our company dues and
do not rebel against the CORP. The CORP live within their own
communities and their own strict living styles. I would spend
hours watching, reading, and listening into the CORP's life. I
would watch them at church, at home, and at the work place. The
CORP's were only allowed two children. One boy and one girl.
They went to church four time a week in their local corporation
headquarters. They ate only food grown for the CORP employees at
the company stores. I have seen farmer children shot for walking
into a CORP building. CORP employees will also be shot if they
are in Farmer establishments for anything but business. There
are CORP schools, farmer schools are around but they are quietly
discouraged. CORP and farmers do talk and know each other but it
is rarely anything but business.
One day a year all farmers have to stay inside their homes
while the CORP's parade the streets. The CORP's pray and pour
water all over the streets and clean them. They clean our
streets with their hands and pray for us for that whole day.
This day is called the Day of Cleansing. I usually go outside
the next day and put out one of my smokes on the clean street.
The Day of Cleansing wasn't coming up for months and I might be
somewhere else anyway with Gentleman's money by then.
I was at the station about a half hour early. The place had
some nice shops in there that cater to the japanese tourist. My
favorite was a sushi bar with a wonderful view of the main
terminal. The place was the same as I remembered it. Hazy and
smokey from the tourists cigarettes. The only lights were the
blue ones coming in from the terminal station. I got a table by
the window so I could see anyone coming in or out. I can see the
waiter coming up to me to hassle me about my age.
"Hey boy this is no place to hangout, you buy something or
go." The waiters all look the same. All wearing t-shirts with
food on them. All with an apron on, cooking and waiting tables.
Kissing up to the businessman and tourists and flashing crap to
the plain men just like themselves. This chap was smiles all over
thinking that I couldn't buy anything.
"I'll have an espresso, and bring me lots of sugar." as I
said this I saw him crumble inside as he would not be able to
tell me to get out.
I set there drinking my coffee and looked through the
terminal. It was just another busy day. You could tell the
security guys a mile away. They were trying to bust kids ripping
off telco numbers from the phones. Small time stuff, but one of
the ways I grew up. At least this was something that the cops
could catch people at. SYS-junkies like me almost never get
caught.
Gentleman came in and sat down where I was supposed to meet
him. He was a tall man with a face that looked exaggerated with
age. He was wearing an expensive charcoal suit with a red bow
tie and a red hat. Most important of all he brought a red
briefcase with him. With the money in that case I could buy all
new chips and have a new socket put in behind my ear for faster
transmission. The socket would just be the beginning. He sat
there with his feet crossed and jumping about. He would take his
hat off and play with it. Straightening the brim, brushing it
off. Then put the hat back on and then go through the whole
process again. He was nervous, and he probably should be with
that much money. What he was doing would get him shot be the
CORP Security on site. Everything looked cool to me. All of my
clients act nervous.
I paid my bill and left a half credit for the chap.
Insulting people is an art, a half credit is not the most
creative insult but that was all the time I had. I walked by the
shops and down by the Tram loading area, watching the Gentleman
play with his hat. The two o'clock tram was about to arrive, so
the people were piling forward to get ready to get on. The
safest way for me to do this was to just walk up from behind the
Gentleman and startle him.
The people were all walking toward the Tram behind me as I
weaved forward against the grain of them. My limp slowing me
down some, a couple looking at me with pity in their eyes,
Gentleman was right in front of me now.
"Old man, I have your medicine." I muttered this and
startled him out of his seat. Enough for me to grab his
briefcase. "I hope you brought it all." I said as I started to
open up the case.
The old man put his hand on top of the case and whispered "I
would like to see my package first!".
I reached in and grabbed his package and tossed it
to him. "Here you go and may you live a long and healthy life."
i said as he ripped open the envelope to look inside.
The briefcase was stuck and I couldn't get it open. Old
Gentleman started to laugh and pulled out a badge. "I do not
think you will live a long and healthy life, boy." he said as
the wrinkles on his face disappeared and melded into the face of
a middle aged man. "Neon Blue, you are under arrest for violation of the
Anti-Virus Corporation Law."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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This is a little thing of mostly pointless information not necesarily
related to CyberPunk.
The information show here has been taken from countless information
sources. Sorry if I havent credited everybody.
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Phiber Optik was sentenced recently to one year in prison in addition
to 600 hours of community service. The term will start January 7, 1994.
Abene pled guilty on July 2, 1993 to two counts of computer related crime.
Count One involved conspiracy with 4 other individuals to commit computer
crime while Count Two involved breaking into a computer belonging to
Southwestern Bell Telephone Company. The four other persons named on the
conspiracy indictment, Elias Ladopoulous ("Acid Phreak"), Paul Stira
("Scorpion"), Julio Fernandez ("Outlaw"), and John Lee "("Corrupt") , had
pled guilty prior to Abene and, with the exception of Fernandez, are all
currently serving sentence.
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Front 242 recently released a single of Animal as well as a 9 track EP
entitled 'Angels versus Animals'.
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Here is something real neat I found somewhere (I'm not quite sure) a
long long time ago but felt it was neat so I am posting it here for
no reason.
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COKE MACHINES ON THE INTERNET
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The latest in hacker trends. :)
Actually, they've been around for a little while now...
These are actual Coke and M & M machines connected to the Internet,
and when fingered, provide you with the amount of soft drinks held within.
I doubt you could hack 'em, anyway... and if you could, how would you get
the product? :)
These are just interesting, so I put them in. Enjoy.
drink@csh.rit.edu
graph@drink.csh.rit.edu
coke@cmu.edu
@coke.elab.cs.cmu.edu
bargraph@coke.elab.cs.cmu.edu
mnm@coke.elab.cs.cmu.edu
coke@cs.wisc.edu
coke@gu.uwa.edu.au
(Special thanks to alt.hackers for the info.)
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Here is an interesting post that was floating around recently.
>From: KEITHWRITERS@delphi.com
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Mirrorshades & Prosody Release Cancelled Under NSA Pressure
Date: Fri Nov 12 13:47:36 1993
Technosys Press Release
For More Information, Contact:
Keith Boyle, marketing director
keithwriters@delphi.com
limetwig@mindvox.phantom.com
For Release 10:47 AMEST
November 12, 1993
Mirrorshades & Prosody Release Cancelled
The scheduled release of Technosys' text composition program Mirrorshades
and text revision/encryption program Prosody has been cancelled because of
pressure from a governmental group claiming to be the National Security
Administration (NSA) wishing to prevent the release of Prosody as an
encryption program.
The "NSA" has expressed concern over the encryption method used by
Prosody. They feel that it may be using an encryption technology similar
enough to another method of natural language encryption that Prosody might
be able to be used to break that coding method. Therefore, they would like
Technosys to hand over all existing copies of the software, technical &
development notes, and software related to Prosody (i.e. Mirrorshades) for
their research.
Since the next step, if Technosys were to refuse, would be the seizure of all
of the above materials by search warrant and criminal charges, Technosys has
chosen to consent to their request and will cancel the release of these
programs.
However, THE MAN can't seize what's in our brain cells...
(Technosys is looking for good information law representation.
Anyone interested?)
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) I have started a little thing of interesting net-info,
kinda like a little column of things to check out. If
you have any submissions/ideas mail me.
) If you want to write a regular opinion thing, there is
room in the e-zine.
) There is also room for another sci-fi story.
) Wouldn't it be nice if someone were to REVIEW the stupid
Billy Idol CD (From a CP point of view)
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Billy Biggs Ottawa, Canada "When all else fails,
ae687@Freenet.carleton.ca read the instructions"
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