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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ Errors ] [ By The GNN ]
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"ERRORS"
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by THE GNN/DC/uXu
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"In space no one can hear you scream..."
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(S.P.O.C.K)
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"Where did you see it?"
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The moglam pointed a small finger towards the desert. Then he ran away
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in panic and disappeared into the maze of the yellow rocks.
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Robert turned around and looked the way the moglam had shown him. Nothing.
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He didn't like the black desert. Chilly winds and dangerous animals
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everywhere. For a while he thought about forgetting all about it and
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return to his Mobile Jet hidden in the rocks and return to the base.
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But he couldn't. He concentrated his mind and cocked the brain beam
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gun. A red light on his left glove confirmed the action.
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And he started to walk.
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The moglams had been quite harmless. If the humans just protected them from
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the dangers on their planet they would accept a strategic base. Robert
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had been one of the first crews and he quickly got the job as an Moglam
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Protector. It was an easy job. Every time a moglam needed help he would be
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there. Moglams were stupid. They couldn't use a gun. They couldn't
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kill. So every time a desert animal decided to get something to eat, they
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were a good prey.
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When the radio screamed that morning about a moglam sending emergency
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signals via the PlanetCom he expected to find another animal rampaging
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one of their villages. But when he came to the place where the signals had
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been sent he just found an lonely moglam. No animal. When he asked about
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what had got him to send the signals he just answered "Bright light! Hot!".
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The black sand of the desert was not especially nice to walk on. He didn't
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want to use the Mobile Jet. He suspected that the "bright light" could be
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a leak from the green nuclear pipeline placed in the desert. And that would
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destroy the magnetic fields in the engine. His HUD radar didn't show any
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animals around. Good. The only thing he wanted to do now was to walk for
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half an hour and then return to the base with a "false alarm" report.
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He knew that they could be watching him. He just had to do something that
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looked good. After a while he reached the middle of the desert. In front
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of him, he could see the yellow northern rocks. Behind him, the southern
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rocks. He switched the HUD radar display to a view of all metals around.
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The green nuclear pipeline was just below him. No leaks.
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"Moglams..."
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He said some dirty words about the moglams and were just going to walk back
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to the Mobile Jet when he saw the light. It came from the left horizon
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towards him, flying over the desert. He had never seen anything like that in
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his whole life. It was bright orange and flew between the southern and
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northern mountains. He switched over to long-distance radar and discovered
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that the light travelled with an incredible high speed. It would reach him
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in...less than thirty seconds. He would never make it to the safe rocks in
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time. He regretted that he hadn't use the gun faster when the complete
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system of his suit broke down. Everything got silent and dark. The sounds
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of the wind blowing in the black desert reached his mind. He knew he
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was going to die and that he couldn't do anything about it. The orange
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light came closer. He closed his eyes. Before the light burned him
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to nothing he heard something. A scream. An electronic scream.
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The file would be his in a few minutes. He just had to wait. Downloading
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is a necessary evil he used to say. But what was that? A sudden error on
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the transfer?
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"What a worthless line..."
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///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Call INFO ADDICT - Home of Underground eXperts United +46-###-####
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I would like to get in touch with other textfile writers around the globe.
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Mail me a letter: THE GNN, P.O.BOX 5, 79023 SVARDSJO, SWEDEN.
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