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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 9 MAY 85 **********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 *****************************************************************
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19
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20 L'homme: Thanks for the info, I'll check into the dropped character probelm,
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21 One thing I am very interested in is the terminal emulation (VT100/ADM3A/VT52)
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22 as I have had one bug report from the field that it gets lost when scrolling
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23 down thru a file under EDT on a vax, but I have been unable to duplicate
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24 it here. Also, I need to get you a new copy, the one you have has a few bugs
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25 such as it appears that the arithmetic processor is processing right to left,
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26 instead of left to right. It was recursing to the wrong place. also, the
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27 CLOSE and WRITE commands while appearing to work perfectly well actually
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28 have a very MAJOR bug. They blowup go someplace in the code and destroy things
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29 then somehow a self recovery occurs, and everything runs again, except some
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30 random peice of code that gets destroyed. Perhaps that is the cause of the
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31 lost characters. What is happening is that the routines are exiting to the
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32 wrong place, and poping off 4 more levels of the stack then they should.
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33 Also, I would like to know how closly the auto timing came out on the AT.
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34 You can check it by giving the command TEST W it should then print a '*'
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35 once each second. (use ^X to get back to command mode). The timming should
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36 be within 20% and preferably within 10% (but I'm not picky).
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37 ******************
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38 John Silverman: Basicly, I follow the accepted norm of social rules here.
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39 Yes, they change as time passes, as does society. I try to run BW for the
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40 'mainstream' readers. This does mean that there are some limitations, such
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41 as language, and sex, and even vilolence in certain aspects. I could pull
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42 rank like other sysops do, and say tough, it's my BBS I'll run it the way
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43 I feel, but I perfer to explain why I have the rules I do, certainly they
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44 don't sit well with everyone, but as I said, I try to fit the mainstream
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45 reader, thus certain limitations are required so as to not loose them.
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46 Certain words and actions are very disturbing to some people, and if there
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47 is no need to say them why say them? All to often people use them to
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48 try to prove that they are better then the other person because they
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49 can control them thru the use of the words or actions. Yet all they
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50 are proving is that they have no concern for the other persons eelings.
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51 When you put something here keep in mind that it is a public forum,
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52 and think of how you would act if you were talking in front of an
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53 audience, because that is what you are doing, it is only delayed
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54 slightly in time. An easy way to find out what is acceptable and what
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55 isn't is to simply observe what others do and say. If you note, I
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56 do allow an occasional 'hell' and such when it is used in proper
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57 context, but to use it purly to prove that you can say it is hardly
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58 a way to get people to respect you, or read your entries. Also, you
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59 will get your works rejected by every publisher I know, there are many
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60 ways to express strong emotion and they can be very well written,
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61 but all to often the young budding writter does a cop out, and uses
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62 the simple language because it is easier. unfortunatly you loose a lot
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63 of readers as a result. So please, yes enter stories here, but also,
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64 remember the people to are telling them to, and tell the story in a way
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65 they can enjoy. Believe me, they will respect you for it, and you'll
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66 get a lot more praise and satisfaction as a result.
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67 End of tirade.
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68 ***************************** CISTOP MIKEY ***************************
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69 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (clearly understandable) 129:14
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70 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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71 Mark and Melissa: I have nothing against sex (unless it is purposeless)
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72 written on Backwater. But, I think I liked the story better with the piece.
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73 out of it. I thought it ended well, leaving some to one's imagination.
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74 I am sure you could not have desribed, "everything that could go on between
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75 a man and a women...". In my opinion it was great without it. I am glad
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76 you left it out./ -Tanya
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77 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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78 ::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::_______
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79 >zNew Poet--> Trying something new? I like. Nice contrast between meanings of
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80 words. Also shows how diverse (and often confusing) our language can be.
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81
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82 Guardian--> I will attempt contact on requested subject this evening (09May).
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83 ::::::::::__________:::::::::: The Jiz /// __________::::::::::_______
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84 It was a Tuesday evening. I went to sleep. Goodnight!
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85
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86 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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87 Hey:
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88 I second John S.'s curiousity in wondering how to back up over a line
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89 already entered to correct a mistake. Also, do most users here really
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90 manually enter their work? I gots to know.
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91
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92 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ the mechanic @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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93 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
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94
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95 The polarized viewing windows began to darken as the orbiting station
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96 aproached the daylight side of the Earth. Ian Goldburg put down his pipe into
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97 a half-filled ashtray as a group of travellers walked towards the comstations
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98 that would transport them to the outer solar system in a matter of minutes.
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99 Several men in three peice suits went to Ian's comstation number twelve. They
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100 were young, much younger than Ian and obviously much better off. Ian returned
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101 the pipe to his mouth.
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102 "Where are you fellas headed?"
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103 "Titan." answered one.
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104 "Umm, Titan, just a sec." Ian checked his computer. "The next open
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105 connection to Titan will be in thirteen hours and twelve minutes." The man
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106 sighed and suggested to the others that they rent a movie or two. He then
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107 made the necessary arrangements with Ian.
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108 "Five for Titan, billed to Softcom, Inc."
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109 "Gotcha. Okay, I'll be expecting you." Ian gave a polite smile and the man
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110 left. He looked at the people from his comstation and thought about what it
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111 must have been like to travel before transcom. People would spend months
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112 travelling the short distance from the Earth to Titan, sometimes hibernating,
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113 sometimes not. Now people didn't have to travel at all. Every single bit of
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114 their body chemistry would be digitized and sent to Titan's station, where
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115 they would be reassembled from the binary signal. Even after all these years
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116 working the Comstations, he still found it amazing. He put down his pipe and
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117 glanced at his watch. It was already 12:10. He left his station and went
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118 home for the night.
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119 When he returned the next day, the five men were already there. The first
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120 man went into the small chamber. He went through the digitzing cycle quickly.
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121 Everything went smoothly. Ian received an OK message from Titan and he
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122 elementized the man's body. He ran the rest of the men through. The last
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123 man, obviously his first time through, asked Ian about the dangers of cancer.
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124 "Oh, don't worry about that. True, when Transcom first came out, there was
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125 a high incidence of cancer, but now we send the signal through t7ice and Titan
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126 compares the two. If there are any differences between the two, we start the
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127 process again. Believe me, there's nothing to worry about." The man seemed a
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128 bit reassured, but still rather shakey. He went through. The five men had
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129 been put through in only an hour.
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130 Ian reached for his pipe, and realized that he had left it in his cabin.
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131 He went back through the thin, bright passages to his cabin, but when he
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132 returned something seemed very strang-----------
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133 Ahhhh, able to upload at last! Part 2 soon.
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134 Darn, there are a few transfer errors in it. Oh, well, such is life.
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135 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 Walrus 00000000
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136 =!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=
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137
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138 SHIFTIN' PLANES (PART 3)
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139 FLIP WATCHED AS THE CLOAKED FIGURE MADE HIS WAY THRU THE TREES, WORMING
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140 HIS WAY UP THE HILL. IT WAS ABOUT AN HOUR OR TWO BEFORE DAWN, AND FLIP
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141 WAS WIDE AWAKE, READY FOR THE NEW DAY IN THIS STRANGE WORLD. THE STRANGER
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142 SLOWLY ENTER THE CAMP, HIS HANDS IN THE OPEN SO ONE COULD SEE THAT HE
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143 DID NOT HOLD ANY WEAPONS. "HELLO, MY I WARM MYSELF BY YOUR FIRE?" HE ASKED
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144 STANDING JUST OUTSIDE THE CIRCLE OF LIGHT. "SURE, I COULD USE SOME COMPANY
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145 ON THIS COOL MORNING." REPLIED FLIP, AS HE MOTIONED THE STRANGER CLOSER.
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146 "WHAT MIGHT YOU NAME BE?" HE ASKED. "MY NAME IS TRILON, AND I COME FROM
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147 THE VALLEY BELOW. ARE YOU ON YOUR WAY UP TO THE PRAYER STONE?" HE ASKED.
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148 "ME, NO I AM TRAVELING DOWN TO THE VALLEY..." FLIP BARLEY SAID THIS WHEN
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149 HE NOTICED THE STRANGERS FACE GO PALE. "NO ONE COMES DOWN FROM HERE, THE
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150 GODS TAKE THOSE WHO CLIMB THIS HOLY MOUNTAIN!" WITH THAT SAID TRILON
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151 STARTED RUNNING UP THE HILL AWAY FROM FLIPS CAMP AS FAST AS HE COULD.
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152 "STRANGE..." THOUGHT FLIP AS HE WATCHED THE STRANGER DISAPPEAR INTO THE
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153 TREES. "I MUST REMEMBER NOT TO TELL ANYONE I HAVE BEEN UP HERE...THAT
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154 COULD ALSO EXPLAIN MY PREDICAMENT".
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155 AFTER CLEANING UP THE CAMPSITE (LEAVING LITTLE TRACE OF ITS BEING)
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156 HE ADJUSTED HIS PACK AND SETOFF DOWN THE MOUNTAINSIDE AND TO THE LEFT, TO
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157 FOLLOW A STREAM THAT SEEMED TO FLOW INTO THE VALLEY. THE STRANGER AT THE
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158 CAMP THE MORNING DIDN'T SEEM TO CARRY ANY WEAPONS, WHICH WAS ODD FOR ONE
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159 HIKING AT NIGHT. NO MATTER, HE THOUGHT AS HE PICKED HIS WAY THROUGH THE
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160 THICK UNDERBRUSH BY THE STREAM, LOOKING FOR TRACKS OF ANIMALS OR MAN,
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161 WWHICH MIGHT HELP IN IN HIS JOURNEY. STOPPING ONLY FOR A LIGHT SNACK THAT
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162 MORNING, HE CONTINUED ON DOWNSTREAM, LOOKING FOR A SUITABLE SITE FOR A
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163 CAMP. THE STREAM HAD WIDEN ENOUGH FOR A SMALL RAFT TO PILOT ITS WAY DOWN
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164 TTHE VALLEY. SETTING ABOUT TO MAKE HIS RAFT HE NOTICED THAT THERE SEEMED
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165 TO BE ONLY BIRDS AND INSECTS ON THIS WORLD, BESIDES THE FISH IN THE
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166 CREEK, FOR HE HAD NOT SEEN ANY TRACKS OF SIGNS OF ANY AMINALS AT ALL
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167 DURING THE MORNING. "THANK GOD FOR FISHHOOKS" HE THOUGHT AS HE DRAGGED
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168 THE LOGS TO THE PILE. RUMMAGING THRU THE KIT HE PULLED OUT HIS TRUSTY
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169 ROPE AND STARTED TO LASH TOGETHER THE LOGS FOR HIS RAFT. LATER, AFTER
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170 HE FINISHED, HE FOUND A LONG BRANCH AND TRIMMED IT TO LENGTH FOR HIS
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171 'PUSH POLE' TO HELP IN HIS JOURNEY DOWNRIVER.
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172 THE JOURNEY THAT DAY WENT UNEVENTFUL ACCEPT FOR THE RAPIDS HE
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173 ENCOUNTER IN VARIOUS PARTS ON THE CREEK, WHICH HE ALMOST LOST ALL
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174 THE GEAR HE CARRIED. FARTHER AND FARTHER HE WENT BUT STILL NO SIGN
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175 OF HABITATION, WHICH SEEMED RATHER ODD ON THIS BEAUTIFUL CREEK (WHICH
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176 WAS SLOWLY TRANSFORMING INTO A RIVER THE FARTHER HE WENT). THE SURROUNDING
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177 COUNTRYSIDE LOOKED THE SAME, TREES AND LITTLE BRUSH, MORE TREES AND MORE
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178 TREES, THERE SEEMED TO BE NO END. LATER AT NIGHTFALL HE POLED THE RAFT
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179 INTO A COVE AND BROKE CAMP. SINGING TO HIMSELF WHILE GATHERING WOOD,
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180 AN OLD BOY SCOUT BALLAD CAME TO MIND. THIS BALLAD HELPED HIM TO REMEMBER
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181 HOW TO BUILD A FIRE THE EASY WAY, AND IT ALWAYS WORKED. SINGING, HE
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182 BROKE OFF THE DEAD LIMBS OFF THE TREES NEAR HIS CAMPSITE FOR HIS FIRE
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183 WHEN HE SUDDENLY FELT A PRESENCE BEHIND HIM. SLOWLY TURNING HE LOOKED
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184 UPON THE NEW VISTOR...
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185
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186 (TO BE CONTINUED)
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187
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188 =!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!==!
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189
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190 Down with Cory Brunish and cliff-hangers!
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191 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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192 Bigfoot - fyi: you MAKE camp when you set it up, you BREAK camp (in the morning)
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193 when you pack up your gear and move on. (bitch bitch bitch...)
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194 _innocent bysitter_
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195 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$1:22am$#5/10/85$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#
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196 Okay, let's give it a try...
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197 UNDERCOVER by John Silverman
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198 (c) 1985 John Silverman
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199
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200 Frank still couldn't believe this was happening. He stood against the
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201 wall of the laundry room, shivering in his damp dishwasher's uniform,
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202 with the rest of the surviving members of the hotel staff. Facing
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203 them were a dozen men dressed in olive-drab uniforms complete with
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204 black ski masks, all armed with various sorts of submachine guns.
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205 They were waiting.
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206
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207
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208 From the events of the last hour, Frank had arrived at one inescapable
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209 conclusion. He, and all his fellow co-workers, were going to die.
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210 It was just too logical, given the situation. His heart thundered as he
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211 furiously thought of some slim hope to cling to. Right at the edge
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212 of the crowd, by the washing machines, was a large yellow laundry
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213 cart, about as tall as Frank's waist, filled with filthy linen. It
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214 was just large enough to hold him and was out of the gunmen's direct
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215 line of sight.
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216
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217
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218 He moved towards the cart, using the crowd to mask his movements.
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219 The gunmen weren't watching too closely right now, anyway. Finally
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220 he had his hands on the edge of the basket. nobody was looking his
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221 way at the moment and the gunmen were out of sight. He gripped the
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222 edge tighter and vaulted in, pulling several layers of smelly shets
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223 over him. The lack of space forced him to curl up into a fetal
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224 position. He settled down and waited.
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225
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226
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227 An hour later he was beginning to fel like an idiot. A cramped one.
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228 It was hot and stuffy in there and it didn't smell very nice, either
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229 These sheets were pretty rank and he hoped he wasn't going to catch
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230 some kind of disease off them. He was about to admit he was a hopeless
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231 and climb back out when he heard the door open. A hushed silence fell
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232 across the room and then the high, nasal voice of the terrorist's
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233 leader rang out.
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234
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235
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236 "This is the greatest day of your lives! All that we are doing, we are
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237 doing for you! No more uneven distribution of wealth! No more poverty
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238 and crime! No more restriction of personal freedoms by authority!"
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239
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240
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241 Frank thought, this guy is totally off his rocker, or stoned. probably
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242 both.
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243
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244
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245 The leader continued, "The new revolution is beginning right now! And
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246 your role in it shall be the most honorable of all! Since there are far
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247 too many of you to be effectively contolled by the few of us, we must
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248 find an alternative." Frank felt a chill run through him. the crowd was
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249 beginning to catch on, too, as
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250 frightened mutterings reached his ears.
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251
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252
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253 "Your names will go down in history as the first to give their lives
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254 up to our great cause. You will be remembered with honor. GOD BLESS
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255 AMERICA!!"
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256
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257
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258 And then they opened fire.
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259
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260
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261 Unlike in the movies, where sounds are toned down for viewer comfort,
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262 twelve 9MM machine guns being fired simultaneously in an enclosed space
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263 creates a noise beyond description. Frank jammed his fingers in his
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264 ears and still felt as though his eardrums were about to burst. The roar
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265 covered everything, including the screams of the dying. The awful noise
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266 went on and on until Frank thought he couldn't takey more. Then
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267 it stopped.
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268
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269
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270 He didn't know how long he had lain there, waiting for his hearing to
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271 return. When it finally did, he tried to listen. Eventually, he decided
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272 he was alone. There was an emergency fire door in the back of the room
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273 He could escape that way, with a little luck. Tensing up, he tried to
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274 ready himself. As he was about to make his move, he was frozen by the
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275 sound of a bootheel scraping on the concrete floor nearby. They had left
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276 somebody, probably to watch that fire door. Frank had just narrowly
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277 missed revealing himself. He relaxed his muscles and tried to keep
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278 from shaking. He was trapped.
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279
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280 (To Be Continued....)
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281
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282 JEEZ, WHAT A CHORE! IS THERE ANY WAY AT ALL OF DELETING LINES ALREADY
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283 ENTERED? IF SO, THEN I COULD DOWNLOAD FROM MY WORD PROCESSOR AND DO
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284 ALL MY TYPING OFFLINE. IF THE DOWNLOAD SCREWS UP, (LIKE IT DID BEFORE
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285 THEN I COULD DELETE THE WHOLE MESSAGE AND TRY AGAIN, OR NOT TRY AGAIN.
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286 ALSO, ALL MY WORK IS WRITTEN TO BE READ AND I KEEP THAT IN MIND WHEN
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287 I WRITE IT. (DID THAT COME OUT RIGHT?) ANYWAY, I NEVER USE
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288 GRATUITOUS SEX, VIOLENCE, OR LANGUAGE IN MY WRITING (WELL, ALMOST NEVER)
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289 ANYWAY, I'LL JUST KIND OF TAKE IT EASY ON THE HEAVY STUFF FOR A WHILE.
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290
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291 I HOPE MY STORY MEETS WITH GENERAL APPROVAL FROM MY READERS.
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292 ANYWAY, IT'S LATE SO I'LL LEAVE YOU FOR NOW...
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293 BE COOL.
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294
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295 JOHN SILVERMAN
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296
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297 $#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#2:30AM#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#
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298 *************************************************************************
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299 john s: i liked it very much, you had me gripping me seat, hoping they
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300 would not find your hero.
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301 ***************************************************************************
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302 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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303 John S -- Excellent! The upload problem is solvable if you are a competent
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304 programmer. Most seem to go through some sort of personal crisis while
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305 getting their programs to work with BW. Most commercial programs seem not
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306 to work. (with the exception of one sold by our esteemed host doing business
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307 as U S Digital -- did I get that right, Mikey? or does copylink indeed work
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308 with BW?) About half of the partons seem to use some sort of uploading
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309 program -- usually a home-brew of some sort. I type my things in "raw"
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310 and limit rewrites to a single line. Some horrible things happen if I let
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311 my fingers get ahead of my head, but we go through spates of "read only"
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312 often enough that any other tactic often gets mangled. When we're in
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313 "all allowed" as lately, you can do a lot. Try "help".
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314 Walrus -- nice start. Keep going, I'd like to see more.
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315 Bigfoot -- I'm caught up in your story too.
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316 All -- it seems that the cycle is turning again. We seem to be moving to
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317 individual rather than multi-author stories. It's easier to plot out, but
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318 misses some of the rather bizzare twist that the multi-author tales
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319 sometimes take.
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320 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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321
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322 ............. ............. ............. .............
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323 Piper: It's not as if we're trying. Although, you are quite correct.
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324 The ammount of new stories appearing does seem to have a fresh scent
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325 about it. Something is missing though... namely, You!
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326 I have also noticed that a few others have faded from our sight.
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327 The Advocate: An interesting tale! Where have you gone? Or do I know?
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328 runner: Intrigue. I hope that chat didn't scare you off, it would most
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329 definitly be a waste for you to not continue. Please, do!
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330 IAN: The routine for the COMSET data retrieval won't work if it won't
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331 give me ANYTHING at all. All that sits before my eyes are eight lines
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332 of the following: " ".
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333 And to quote a familiar source, "Arrrgh!" Tis off to the labs I go...
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334 ............. ............. ............. .............
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335 All things are being taken into consideration. The eyes are now dry...
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336 KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA
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337
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338 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\
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339 I wish I was with the stars. The stars are flaming like distant
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340 explosions of light sprawled across the midnight sky. I wish I was lying among
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341 this burning light. I wish I could embrace the heavens.
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342 There's a mysterious darkness hanging on the night. It gives hope,
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343 knowing that there's still some unknown and that there's something beyond the
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344 day. The blue sky seems finite, but the night is expansive. It's a sense of
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345 insured existence to think that there are no boundries. The thought that beyond
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346 my sight there's nothingness is depressing. Nothing beyond does not put what's
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347 here on a pedestal of importance, it makes everything seem valueless. Also...
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348 the night is terrifying. It scourges comfort and security. It hold dangers,
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349 enemies, and pain.
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350 But, now the dark is calm and neutral. Inside the prison, the shield,
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351 I'm cold and lonely in the night.
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352 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\ eidolaz /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\
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353
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354 ^__________^_________^________^_______^______^_____^____^___^__^_^05-10-85^^
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355 Salazar's fingers slowly applied pressure to his eyeballs. He pushed
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356 and then rubbed them as if that would relieve the stress that caused them
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357 to blur. His head pounded from lack of sleep and too much coffee, and the
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358 muscles of his lower back and shoulders were tight from sitting too long.
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359 "A curse on the family of whoever invented these private jets," he thought.
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360 "Can't stand up straight, can't stretch out, but at least there aren't any
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361 distractions when you need to get some work done. Well, not too many."
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362 His eyes drifted to his current distraction, busy in the back of the cabin
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363 preparing a meal of sorts. Salazar wondered again why Rommel had this
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364 woman come with him on what looked to be an extremely dangerous job.
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365 Granted she was efficient, and seemed to have a good grasp of what would be
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366 needed, but once the arrangements had been made and the supplies purchased
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367 she didn't seem to have a purpose. At least an obvious purpose, Salazar
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368 thought wryly.
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369 "You're here to keep an eye on me, aren't you?" Salazar asked Anna as
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370 she returned and spread the light meal she had prepared on the table.
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371 "Whatever you say, Mr. Salazar." Anna answered. "What would you like
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372 to drink with your meal?"
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373 "Just water, thank you, I've had enough coffee for now. You didn't
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374 answer my question. Why are you here? Doesn't Rommel trust me? He knows
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375 I have a personal interest in this affair too. I'm not likely to just run
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376 off with his money."
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377 "We're aware of that, Mr. Salazar. I may be of more use to you than
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378 you think. Don't judge me based on what you think you see. You were
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379 fooled the first time, too." Anna finished with a smile.
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380 Salazar smiled also as he remembered the middle-aged and rather
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381 matronly woman he had first seen. This woman, the same woman Salazar
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382 reminded himself, was quite young and rather attractive in a quiet way.
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383 Could be very attractive, he thought, if she'd only use a little make-up.
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384 But then, could he trust what he saw even now? As she had said, he'd been
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385 fooled the first time too. But Anna had noticed his frank appraisal of
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386 her, and the smile had vanished as quickly as it had come. Her cheeks
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387 reddened slightly and she looked away.
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388 "I know a great deal about you," she said angrily, "so I will thank
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389 you to keep your leering to yourself!"
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390 "I apologize, no offense was intended," Salazar said quietly, "and I
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391 hope none was given. Now, on to business. It appears that we made a
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392 serious mistake. I was under the impression that the McKane organization
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393 was involved, but sworn testimony to the contrary has eliminated that
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394 possibility. It now seems that what we're dealing with is a resurgent Nazi
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395 or fascist organization, working together with some revolutionary left-wing
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396 group composed of local Indian tribes. I'm not sure whether to be relieved
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397 or worried. McKane's group was well funded and highly technological, but
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398 it was not single minded. They had a basic ethical and moral stance."
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399 Salazar sighed and waved the documents he had been studying for the last
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400 three hours. "These people don't seem to have any morals at all, and their
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401 ethics are based on simply getting whatever they want."
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402 "Yes, and it looks like they're involved in genetic experimentation.
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403 But why would they want Pam?" Anna said, looking troubled. "She doesn't
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404 seem to have anything that would indicate a genetic makeup that they'd find
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405 interesting. Could it be something else?"
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406 "That seems likely. But finding out why she was taken isn't what
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407 we're here for. Getting her back is." Salazar looked out the window and
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408 saw nothing but cloud cover. "Love the view."
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409 "Anna, we'll be beginning descent in fifteen minutes," the voice of
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410 the pilot said through the nearby speaker, "please prepare the passenger
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411 area for landing."
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412 Anna stood up and began clearing the table of the empty dishes.
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413 Salazar looked at them in surprise, he hadn't paid the slightest attention
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414 to his food as he ate it. Oh well, Anna didn't seem to be the type to need
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415 empty compliments on her cooking.
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416 Salazar decided to use the head while he still could, and as he stood
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417 up he cracked his head against the roof of the cabin. "Damn tiny private
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418 jets!" he mumbled.
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419 ^__________^_________^________^_______^______^_____^____^___^__^_^^^Anna^^^^
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420
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421 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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422
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I gag with each stroke
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423 That my hand struggles to make
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424 A creative word
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425 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPTIMIST
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426 __________:8::::::::__________::::>::>::__________::::>::<::__________:::::::
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427 (Hmmm.. that was different)
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428 John S.--> I agree with the others, a very promising start for a good story.
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429 I really was gripped with suspense, and the violence scene was tastefully and
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430 artistically handled. Can't wait for the next ones. Bravo!
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431 __________::::::::::__________ The Jiz /// ::::::::::__________:::::::
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432
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433 =!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=
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434 JOHN S: GOOD! I CAN'T WAIT TIL THE NEXT PART!!
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435 INNOCENT BYSITTER: HAHA! I THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS. I CAN
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436 USE THEM. WILL TRY TO CORRECT MORE ERRORS (IF I EVER GET ENOUGH SLEEP!)
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437 ALL: KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!
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438 =!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=!=! BIGFOOT !=!=!=!=!=
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439 Well, I have spent a while trying to think of a story that I could write
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440 and then upload onto Backwater. I would realy like to write something, but
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441 I can't figure out what it is going to be...
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442 Maybe later my little mind will come up with something that I can share
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443 with everyone. -swede
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444
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445
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446 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< * >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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447 potpourri...
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448
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449 CISTOP -- Chuck has a file on his system called YMODEM.DOC (dqc) that is a
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450 compendium of documents about XMODEM and its variations, including
|
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451 1K packets & CRC.
|
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452
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453 The May '85 PC Tech Journal has a good article on MSDOS Device
|
||
454 Drivers & related information. (Where were they when I was diggin'
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455 it out the 'old fashioned way'?)
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456
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457 ALL -- If you've been wondering about the name of the symbol in the middle
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458 of my top border <*> it's called a Nathan. Why?, you might well ask.
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||
459 It's named for that famous american who said:
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460 "I regret that I have but one as-te-risk for my country!"
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461
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462 Question: What sound does a robot frog make?
|
||
463 Answer: 're-boot' 're-boot' 're-boot'
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464
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465 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< capt'n barefoot >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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466
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467 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Dreamtoucher*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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468 somuch chainges .. somuch stays the same ..
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469 BIGFOOT: your doing fine so far that i can tell
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470 For three days the wary elf had been tracking the solitary human. Early
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471 on he had almost walked up and greeted him, till he remembered ware he was.
|
||
472 Others of his kind had died for less. Still not all humans represented
|
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473 fear and danger. Even on this, Dreamtoucher's home world, there were rumors
|
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474 of elvish holts and human tribes liveng in peace and harmony.
|
||
475 Snowrunner had brushed forcefully up against his side on that occasion,
|
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476 a warning which knowing cation to be the better part of valor, he was thankful
|
||
477 for. For part of a day another human joined this one. Dreamtoucher watched
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478 quietly from concealment.
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||
479 Time, though, had finaly proven this one a streinger to the world of two
|
||
480 moons. Not a streinger to living of the land however. He was well fed and
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481 healthy. He was now alone.
|
||
482 The elven mystic and his four footed companion steped forward into the
|
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483 clearing. The human looked up. His eyes showed neither fear nor enmity.
|
||
484 The human held his hands open, palm forward. Dreamtoucher did the same.
|
||
485 'A fine night full of stars' He spoke in the human's tounge, by way of
|
||
486 greeting. Beside him Snowrunner sniffed every olfactory neuance but showed no
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487 sign of anxiety. Noting this the elf relaxed perceptably himself.
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488 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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489 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] 2 tired [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/]
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490 $#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#5:24AM#$#5/11#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#
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491 UNDERCOVER (Part 2)
|
||
492 By John Silverman
|
||
493
|
||
494 Frank didn't know know how long he had been there, but he did know one
|
||
495 thing for sure: he had to go to the bathroom. As far as he knew, the
|
||
496 guard was stil there, watching the door. Frank had no choice. He shuddered
|
||
497 as he felt the warm wetness soak into the sheets. He hadn't done that
|
||
498 since he was a little boy. From all indications, things were going to get
|
||
499 a hell of a lot worse before they got any better. At least his cramped
|
||
500 muscles were beginning to go numb. That was a blessing.
|
||
501
|
||
502 The fear had faded to a low level tension that allowed him to assess
|
||
503 his situation rationally. His options, at the moment, were none. He tried
|
||
504 to figure out why this had to happen to him.
|
||
505
|
||
506 The day had started out normal enough. He came in at four and was greeted
|
||
507 by the biggest pile of dirty pans and dishes he had seen in a long time.
|
||
508 This was compounded by the news that his help had called in sick so
|
||
509 Frank would be working the night alone. Crap. Cursing the lazyass morning
|
||
510 crew, he punched his timecard and started in on the mess.
|
||
511
|
||
512 By six he was almost caught up when the machine ran out of soap. Still
|
||
513 grumbling, he stomped into the storeroom to get more. A new shipment had
|
||
514 come in and it took ten minutes of rummaging to find where the morning crew
|
||
515 had put it. They enjoyed finding imaginative hiding places for the stuff,
|
||
516 driving the night crew nuts in the process.
|
||
517
|
||
518 As he walked out he was grabbed roughly by the collar and pushed against
|
||
519 the wall next to the door. The entire kitchen staff was lined up along
|
||
520 that wall, hands on heads, covered by three very big guys with guns.
|
||
521 Moments later a fourth one came up and said, "That's all of 'em." One
|
||
522 of the gunmen started motioning the captives towards the service entrance.
|
||
523
|
||
524 Frank's department head, Chef Bob, was not known for his discretion. He
|
||
525 went up to the lead gunman and started to chew him out. "Now just a minute!
|
||
526 I demand to know-" was as far as he got before being cut almost in half by
|
||
527 a burst of 9MM slugs. Blood spattered the gleaming kitchen instruments. The
|
||
528 body fell to the floor and twitched a few times before becoming still.
|
||
529
|
||
530 Bob had made an excellent example. Nobody made the slightest resistance as
|
||
531 they were herded out the door. They were taken down to the laundry room
|
||
532 where they were greeted by the rest of the night staff and more gunmen.
|
||
533
|
||
534 Frank was jolted out of his reminiscing by the sound of that boot scraping
|
||
535 again, a little closer this time. How could the guy stand it down here
|
||
536 with all those bodies? Frank wondered what would happen if he was caught.
|
||
537 Probably shoot him on the spot. Or maybe take one of those big hunting
|
||
538 knives they carried and use them, taking time to enjoy themselves. He
|
||
539 didn't doubt they would do that. He shuddered and tried to think of
|
||
540 something else.
|
||
541
|
||
542 (To Be Continued...)
|
||
543
|
||
544 WHEN I FINALLY MANAGED TO GET ON THIS BOARD, I WAS SO TIRED THAT I
|
||
545 INTENDED TO JUST LOOK OVER THE MESSAGES AND GO TO BED. HOWEVER, WHEN I SAW
|
||
546 THE SYSTEM JUST WENT FOEEY ON ME AGAIN. I DON'T ENEN KNOW IF WHAT I AM
|
||
547 TYPING IS LEGIBLE. I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO CUT IT SHORT. AT LEAST I GOT ALL
|
||
548 MY STORY DOWN THIS TIME. THANKS MUCH FOR THE PRAISE AND I'LL CHECK BACK
|
||
549 TOMORROW.
|
||
550
|
||
551 CATCH ME LATER...
|
||
552
|
||
553 John Silverman
|
||
554
|
||
555 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$6:10#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#
|
||
556
|
||
557
|
||
558 ppppppppppp Saturday mornin' lurkin beats cartoons pppppppppppppppppp
|
||
559 _^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_
|
||
560 Well thanks for all the comments and I'll write up another good story
|
||
561 as soon as I get Back. From where you ask... From California.
|
||
562 Hear from you all as soon as I get back
|
||
563 Marc.
|
||
564 __^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_
|
||
565 <<:*********************************************************:>>
|
||
566 Aaaaargh...the writing talent has returned and I haven't time
|
||
567 to play. It ain't fair. It just ain't fair.
|
||
568 <<:*********************************************GDM*********:>>
|
||
569
|
||
570 There is nothing that quite compares with having an arguement with the boss
|
||
571 and then having to wait three whole days to talk with him again. Add to
|
||
572 that, he is a PhD in Ed. Psychology. AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
|
||
573 Anonymous
|
||
574
|
||
575 && && &&
|
||
576 God is a hypothetical construct. But then again, so am I, so I feel quite comfortable worshipping God. Has everybody
|
||
577 missed me? I know I have... there's a new cult at the airports of the world, made up of enlightened CPA's. They stand
|
||
578 at next to the people selling flowers, selling antihistamines... Shade And Sweet Water,
|
||
579 && The Mad Actor &&
|
||
580 ...........................................................................
|
||
581 I don't believe it! No one has entered anything in HOURS! I'll have to fix
|
||
582 that....
|
||
583 ................
|
||
584 "I have now reigned about 50 years in victory or in peace, beloved by
|
||
585 my subjects, dreaded by my enemies, and respected by my allies. Riches and
|
||
586 honors, power and pleasure, have waited on my call, nor does any earthly
|
||
587 blessing appear to have been wanting to my felicity. In this situation I
|
||
588 have diligently numbered the days of pure and genuine happiness which have
|
||
589 fallen to my lot: they amount to 14."
|
||
590 Abd-er-Rahman III of Spain, c. AD 960
|
||
591 ..................................the apprentice...........................
|
||
592 5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%
|
||
593 Greetings and good day to all callers from
|
||
594 ------>>>> Blue Beard the Benevolent Pirate.
|
||
595 05/11/85 23:45
|
||
596 5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%5%
|
||
597 Stuff to enter, but no room right now, sigh...
|
||
598 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
|
||
599 While I enjoy visiting my friends
|
||
600 in distance places, it also makes
|
||
601 going "home" all the harder...
|
||
602
|
||
603 Max...
|
||
604 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
|
||
605 ............. ............. ............. .............
|
||
606 As I have said, the function we perform is not unlike that of a surgeon.
|
||
607 We attempt to remove the disease in order that the patient may live in
|
||
608 peace. We operate for the patient as well as ourselves. Correct?
|
||
609 ............. ............. ............. .............
|
||
610
|
||
611 *=*=*=*=*but we are the patiant .. AND .. (usualy) the surgeon*=*=*=*=*=*(no?)*
|
||
612 though there are other surgeons - and - other patiants*=*=*=*=*and...*=*=*=*=*
|
||
613 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PaPa
|
||
614 Gee, at the bottom again. Once again I have found the time to visit
|
||
615 but the room is limited. I think the french say it best:
|
||
616 "Such is life", which of cource is quite a statement in itself.
|
||
617 I am sorry toward the orange juice and cheese muffin people who came
|
||
618 over the other night, I was not in a very reseptive mode since I was not
|
||
619 prepared for any company, let along at that time of night when I have to
|
||
620 be at work at 6:30am. I've not been getting much sleep on this schedule
|
||
621 due to unexpected foils like that but then, whatelse is new? The play
|
||
622 in Oregon City HS was nice. I do like musicals like that. Boy next week
|
||
623 will be an interesting weekend. But then, only about half of the people who
|
||
624 are coming over are backwater people so nuff said. Well, I had better go
|
||
625 find something to do, Its MOTHERS DAY you know. With my moms and my
|
||
626 bithdays so close no time to party. Bye all, until later ~~~ PaPa Smurf
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