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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 21 NOV 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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21 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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22
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23 A soft scraping came from the hatch above. Slowly, it opened, two
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24 shadows began to descend....
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25 The narrow beam of a penlight moved around the room. One of the shadow
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26 figures stumbled, then regained his balance. "Damn Guido," a voice
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27 whispered. "Watch it, they'll hear you."
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28 "Never fear, Johann, knowing the Albanian he's probably dead drunk or
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29 fooling around with his Bolivian playmate," Guido said.
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30 A deep voice came from the darkness, "Nice of you gentlemen to drop by,
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31 but haven't you heard? Albanians never drink on duty."
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32 A bright light illuminated the room. In the center were two men clad
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33 in black leisure suits and orange ski masks. Both were armed with pistols,
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34 and one carried a stout rope. Startled by the light, the men stood confused
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35 for a moment, then look around. Mohammed Wassir stood in one corner of the
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36 lounge, Maria in the other next to a lamp. Their weapons were trained on
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37 the intruders. Johann and Guido lowered their pistols.
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38 "Guido," Johann said, "This is all your fault. You were too noisy in
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39 taking out the sentry."
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40 "Hey, he just moved at the wrong moment."
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41 "Pardon me for interrupting," Mohammed said, "but can I assume that
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42 Jocko is no longer with us?"
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43 "Er..... well," Guido said, "accidents do happen."
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44 Wassir scowled. "Yes, they do. Now tell me, who do you work for."
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45 "We can't tell you that," Guido said, "but if you come with us....
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46 we'll be happy to introduce you. The boss is anxious to meet you."
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47 "Many people are anxious to meet me, but judging from your methods the
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48 meeting wouldn't be in my best interests. Enough idle chit-chat, tell me
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49 what this is all about."
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50 "Oh no, we can't talk. The Boss would rip our lungs out." Guido said
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51 "Haven't you heard," Wassir said. "Albanians always get their way."
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52 He smiled wolfishly at Maria. She laughed softly.
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53 Suddenly, Guido spun and fired. The lamp next to Maria exploded,
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54 plunging the room into darkness. Gunfire echoed. Figures moved jerkily in
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55 the strobe of muzzle flashes. The sharp crack of Maria's 9mm punctuated the
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56 throaty roar of Wassir's shotgun. In a moment it was over, silence returned
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57 "Mohammed, are you all right?" Maria whispered.
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58 "Yes, turn on a light. I think we got 'em>"
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59 Maria turned on another lamp. Guido and Johann lay on the carpet.
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60 Wassir walked cautiously to the bodies and began to examine them. "Damn,"
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61 he said. "I wanted them alive. Kismet," he shurgged.
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62 "Mohammed who do you think sent them and why?"
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63 "It could have been anyone... McKane, Delta 5, the NET, the Under-
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64 ground... who knows for sure?"
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65 "How about Salazar?" Maria asked. "You and he didn't part on good
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66 terms."
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67 "Oh, this isn't Salazar's style. He would come after me himself. The
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68 last I heard, Salazar was lost in the Amazon basin, lovesick over some legal
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69 secretary. He always has had overactive glands." Wassir chuckled as he
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70 searched Guido's pockets. "Wait, I think I found something."
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71 "What is it?"
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72 "Hmmm.... very interesting." Wassir held up a matchbook. On the cover
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73 was the inscription: "The Bogart Arms; Lake Geneva's Finest Hotel;
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74 Luasanne, Switzerland".
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75 "What does it mean, Mohammed?"
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76 "It means you'd better get packed. It's time for a Swiss holiday."
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77 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Valinor *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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79 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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80 LUASANNE, SWITZERLAND (AP) -- Local Swiss canton police today reported
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81 the abduction of noted cybernetics expert, Professor Hugo Stuffit. Professor
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82 Stuffit had been scheduled as the keynote speaker for the International
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83 Conference on Cybernetic Research. The topic of his speech was to be
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84 "Cybernetics in Modern Warfare".
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85 Police officials revealed that Professor Stuffit was kidnapped while
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86 having breakfast with Boom Boom LaVerne, noted local entertainer. Ms.
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87 LaVerne described the kidnappers as wearing orange ski masks and tacky
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88 polyester black leisure suits. Also taken was the Professor's latest
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89 invention, the Helix 8. Sources close to the investigation claim the police
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90 are actively pursuing several leads, and arrests are imminent.
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91 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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93 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\22
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94 The light from the first sun was just beginning to stain the sky to the west. James was crouched down in some
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95 bushes, studying the castle.
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96 At least he thought it was a castle. The darkness hindered his vision not at all. It was a huge building, made
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97 entirely of stone. It stood a couple hundred yards from where the forest ended, the path that they had been following
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98 running right up to its door. There was no moat, but the door was a drawbridge and, of course, it was up. The place
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99 looked deserted but supersharp eyes picked out armored guards patrolling the upper levels. There was absolutely no
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100 vegetation between the forest and the castle so sneaking up was pretty much out of the question.
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101 Several times he had sent his mind out, trying to pick up some trace of Tariya, but an incredible amount of psychic
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102 static surrounded the castle, making telepathic surveillance impossible. The whole place carried an aura of power and
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103 evil that might have frightened or sickened another man. James had faced such places before, and was unaffected. In
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104 fact, the evil struck a resonant chord within himself, one that he had learned to live with rather than fight. Tariya,
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105 though, must be withering in such a place. If she was still alive.
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106 The pain in his stomach flared up for a brief second, and then he forced it down. It would be back later with a
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107 vengance, crippling him. Maybe even killing him. He just hoped it would stay down until he was finished. Just a little
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108 while longer.
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109 He wasn't worried about resistance within the castle. Anything powerful enough to threaten him he could sense from
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110 here, even through the interferance. Hell, two years ago he had shattered a planet! There was nothing in this stone
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111 and morter compost heap that could even slow him down. Of course, two years ago he had been in a little better
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112 shape...
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113 Enough wasting time. Who knew what they were doing to her in there? James had enough of an imagination. He held the
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114 sword out before him.
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115 The sword, of course, didn't really exist. It was only an image, brought to life by his own incredible power. A
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116 sword traditionally stood for death and violence and as such served as a convenient focus for his destructive energy.
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117 It did so now, as its everpresent glow concentrated at its tip. Then he drew it back, as if to slash an invisible foe
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118 before him.
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119 He whipped it across in a wide arc. A spray of intangible blue bubbles trailed behind the tip, like water from a
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120 garden hose. Only instead of falling to the ground, the bubbles continued to fly outward at a constant rate. Steadily,
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121 deliberately, they floated towards the castle. When they made contact with the castle wall, however, they did not seem
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122 so ephermal.
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123 James threw his arm up to shield himself from the glare. The entire area whited out for several seconds, followed
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124 by a roar that seemed to shake the planet to its very core. By first appearances, he had just leveled the
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125 place.
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126 James knew better, though. He had already guaged the spells protecting the place and his attack was only powerful
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127 enough to just break through them. When the glow faded he saw that the wall facing him now had a dozen large holes in
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128 it but the rest of the place was relatively intact. Now he had his pick of front doors. There were a few bodies in the
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129 rubble and everybody else was running around in obvious panic. This, too, was to his advantage. If he wanted to get
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130 Tariya out alive he would need all the advantages he could get.
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131 And if she wasn't alive, well, he saw little point in going on. And he just might take a second planet with
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132 him.
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133 Keeping low, he sprang from his cover and ran towards the castle at top speed.
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134 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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135 BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
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136 BBBBBBBBB Between Brothers BBBBBBBBB
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137
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138 Oct. 28, 1975
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139
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140 Dear Steve,
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141 Well, I haven't heard from you yet, so I figured it was time to sit down and have a little chat. Since this is a letter,
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142 I just want you to check off the comment that comes closest to your own, and then you can read my replies below them. Okay?
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143 Here goes:
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144 Dave (me): Why haven't you written back Steve? I poured out my guts to you in that first letter, and all I get is
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145 silence. Please, Steve, my brother, please answer me!
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146
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147 Steve (you):
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148 ----- (1) I haven't received the first letter yet.
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149 ----- (2) I got your letter but I've been too busy to waste my time on you.
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150 ----- (3) I hate you. I always hated you. I always will hate you.
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151 ----- (4) I always hated Mom.
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152 ----- (5) Who the hell are you anyway?
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153
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154 Dave's reply:
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155 (1) Sure, sure, and the Pope wears lacy underwear.
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156 (2) At least you're honest. Think you're a big businessman now, huh? Just wait, when I graduate I'll buy and sell you
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157 so fast it'll make your head spin.
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158 (3) I always hated you too. Slime bucket.
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159 (4) I told Mom that you hated her, and she was quite upset. I hope you realize that this means you're out of their will
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160 now. And Dad was pissed off because you didn't even mention him.
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161 (5) Just because you're four years older doesn't mean you can forget about me. But that's fine... as someone with a strong
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162 sense of family, I will continue to send you letters, keeping you posted on my progress in college. If you choose to ignore
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163 them, that's okay too. This is required classwork, so I will write regardless. But if an elephant walks up to you and sticks
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164 its trunk up your nose and pulls your liver out... remember why it happened.
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165
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166 Love,
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167 Your Forgotten Brother.
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168 Dave.
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169
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170 BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
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171
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172 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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173 "Yoo hoo, Fellows, are you in there?" It was the forever-cheery voice
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174 of Linda Samples, assistant to the secretary of the head of the organization.
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175 Fellows knew Linda's presence meant trouble, so he hurried his thronely duties,
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176 and over the sound of the hot air hand drier, informed Linda that he would
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177 be with her in a moment.
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178 Opening the lavatory door and stepping out into the florescent-lit hall,
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179 Fellows spied Linda at the other end of the hall, waiting. And smiling, as
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180 she always did. A regular PollyAnna, thought Fellows, but still the most
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181 attractive woman on the whole 7th floor of NET's world headquarters.
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182 "Well Linda, what can I do for you?" asked Fellows with mock amusement.
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183 "Mr. Big, I mean Ian wants to see you, right away in his office. I
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184 think something important has come up. He has called in all the agents-at-
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185 large for a big meeting. You should go up right now."
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186 "Aren't you coming Linda?"
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187 "Oh no, I'm off to look up Mr. Parity. I think he is down in the
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188 coffee shop, making eyes at that stupid waitress again."
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189 "OK, and thank-you Linda."
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190 "Sure Fellows, anytime."
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191 Sure Fellows, anytime. Easy for you to say Miss Samples. Fellows knew
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192 how fruitless it was to even consider, but still. Now Ian. What does that
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193 man have up his sleeve this time?
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194
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195 "Have a seat, I'm glad Linda found you so quickly. Her abilities continue
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196 to surprise and amaze me. After all, she's only a woman... right?"
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197 Fellows knew better than to disagree with Ian. Besides, this time
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198 Ian was right.
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199 "Yes indeed. Linda is talented. I'm sure she will continue to adapt to
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200 our system of conducting business. Anyway, what's up?"
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201 "I am calling all of our agents not currently assigned in for special
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202 one-on-one conferences. The other members of The Committee and myself have
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203 been discussing some new protocols for NET..."
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204 The Committee! The name stung Fellows like the sting of a bee. They only
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205 involve themselves in day to day operations if something really big is on.
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206 The last time I heard their name mentioned was when Leroy Mckane was on the
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207 loose with that Dial-A-Prayer scam.
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208 "... would like to discuss these new protocols with our agents. I want
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209 you to take this packet, read it, and return tomorrow at the same time." Ian
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210 handed Fellows a large manilla packet with writing on the outside. "See you
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211 then."
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212 Fellows left without saying a word. This was radical departure from the
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213 norm. And Ian! Fellows had never seen the man so congenial. Something was
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214 definitely wrong, but the reasons escaped Fellows. Looking down at the packet,
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215 Fellows read the writing, in big bold block letters.
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216
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217 TOP SECRET! DO NOT OPEN UPON PENALTY OF DEATH!
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218 And beneath that was a skull and crossbones...
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219
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220 He had a great deal of reading to do tonight.
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221 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT FELLOWS TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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223 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++M+++++++++++++
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224 DON'T FORGET THE NEW BBS AT 663-xxxx!
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225 UP 24HOURS/DAY, 3 AND 1200 BAUD.
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226
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227
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228 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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229
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230 Phantom 429
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231 by
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232 John Silverman
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233 (Part 7)
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234
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235 My apology was eventually accepted, and maybe it was my imagination, but things between us seemed to have changed.
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236 Our love seemed to cool ever so slightly. I spent less nights at her place and more time at home. I was usually at my
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237 radio. Listening.
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238 I heard nothing more of the phantom myself, but others did. The whole CB community had at least heard of Roy's
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239 death, and more than a few had been shocked by it. Sometimes I would turn to 11, where the lowlifes congregated, and
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240 would hear rumors of a strange mobile station cruising around the area, claiming to be the late, lamented 429. Most of
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241 the people I talked to believed it was just some punk trying to stir things up, but a few thought otherwise. Time and
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242 again people would mention a strange chill that would accompany the disembodied voice, increasing proportionately to
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243 the closeness of the signal. A few had tried to track it, even some experts who had years of experience at that sort of
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244 thing, but nobody got very far. Either the signal would dissappear or they would get a reading indicating it was coming
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245 from all directions at once. Sometimes it would come booming in to a station while another radio three blocks away
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246 wouldn't hear it at all. If it was a prankster, the guy was an electronics genious.
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247 Jennifer had taken up the radio again, too. Often I just sat and listened, not keying up and letting her know I
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248 was there. I wondered what was going to happen when she ran across the phantom, as I knew was inevitable.
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249 I didn't know that it had already happened.
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250 It was a quarter to twelve at Jennifer's house. We were laying quietly together in her bed, still exhausted from a
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251 few minutes earlier. Her head lay on my chest and I ran my hand slowly through her soft hair, enjoying the
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252 silence.
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253 All of a sudden she spoke. "You'll never guess who I talked to earlier tonight."
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254 "You're probably right."
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255 "Our local ghost."
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256 My heart lurched sideways in my chest but I tried to seem calm. "A lot of people have. I was hoping you wouldn't.
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257 I thought it would be hard on you. What he's doing is sick."
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258 "I can take care of myself, silly." she chided me. "It was a real good imitation, though. Scared me for a moment.
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259 I finally told him if he didn't knock it off, I'd call the Ghostbusters."
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260 "You didn't!" I laughed. "That's pretty good. By the way, I saw a house today. Just off Fourth Plain. A beautiful
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261 three bedroom job, and surprisingly cheap, too. They said they'd rent."
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262 "Sounds nice." she said, a little less enthusiastically than I hoped. "I think we should wait a bit."
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263 "For what?"
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264 "I just don't... feel ready for that yet. I need a little time. Please?"
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265 "Sure, honey. Whatever you say. I won't pressure you."
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266 "I knew you wouldn't. That's why I love you." and she gave me an affectionate hug.
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267 Despite my words I was uneasy. It had originally her idea to get a place together. Why had she changed her mind
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268 now?
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269 I was afraid I knew.
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270
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271 (TO BE CONTINUED...)
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273 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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275 The Express was no worse for the breakdown, at least it didn't
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276 look to me as if she was. The crew members were very proud, and
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277 from what they told us, had reason to be: the Express had had
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278 a heavy loss of hydrolic oil, devistating to a train of that age.
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279 So the crew had repaired in their usual patchwork way, and
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280 the Express rolled on. I can't really put into words what I felt
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281 when she was again underway, but it must have been something close
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282 to what they felt.
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283 And the passengers, aside from me and my friends and the
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284 crew (looking back, it's seems now that Franky and Will did not
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285 have the same affection for Express as I did and still do), were
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286 annoyed at the setback.
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287 We rolled on. Village after village echoed the rythem of
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288 of her steel wheels. The abandonment come together through the
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289 visions of the past. The villagers looked in wonder through their
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290 tiny windows and holes, looking to see a greater glory, a greater
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291 ideal. And yes, a greater time as well.
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292 The Express made it to London in another four hours,
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293 without event. I had reached my destination.
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294 You should have seen the passengers run off that train!
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295
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You would have thought they were being chased by scavengers!
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296 They didn't shut down the Express, they said they had to
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297
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start the trip home as soon as possible, with the condition she
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298 was in. So it was a fond farewell I bid the patchwork train, as
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299 fond a farewell as I suppose she had ever seen, and certainly
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300 recently.
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301
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302 Over the course of the next year, my stay in London, the
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303 government proceeded to offer prostitutes for hire.
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304 The wonders to be seen! And to think, they had kept that
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305 knowledge hidden from the people for all this time! They had
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306 their reasons, oh yes, but still it was unfortunate that they
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307 had had that little faith in how the people would use this
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308
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knowledge; after all, it had practicaly destroyed the Human race
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309 nigh ten years past.
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310 With the rushing in of re-born technology, reforms to
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311 the way we lived were bound to come. Society was changed.
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312 New classes, new conditions of living, and many more.
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313 Of course, worst of all, were the advancements to
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314 transportation. Oh, I know, that one can not very well hold
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315 back the hands of time, and that doing so would destroy the
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316 very favric of why we achieve, but, if I knew then that the
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317 prostitutes would all had developed AIDS, I never would have used them.
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318 And you may call me an "old fool" and a charagrin,
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319
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and chances are your're right. All I know, is that for the rest
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320 of my days, I will always hear the whistle of the locomotive,
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321
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the clickety-clack of the wheels rolling along. I will smell
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322 the soot and the dust through the end.
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323 And it will never be enough...
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324 (The End...a weak one) PEN NAME
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326 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+POPPING IN O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O
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327 ..This bleeping all allowed may make for less grammatical errors (count 'em above,
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328 there must be a record for their fewness... but this bleeping phone line was
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329 busy for the last bleeping hour with
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330 the last entry there and now I forget what the bleep I even wanted in here for.=
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331
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332 Let me out!!!!!
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333
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335 popopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopo my pop or your pop? popopopopopopopopopop
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345 I believe the number one mental health problem facing this nation today is...
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346 "self-dislike." Think about it, just look at many of the comments here. Self
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347 hatred (may be too strong, so I use 'dislike') is the cause for so many
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348 critical comments. We run down other people so easily... because it makes us
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349 feel better. But then what happens to the people we criticize? They start
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350 feeling poorly, so now they're in our boat, and start doing the same to other
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351 people. It's a vicious circle, and it's spiriling our national mood down to
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353 etc. etc. etc., Our children are then affected, and so on.
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355 But all it takes is a kind word or two to make someone feel better. Take that
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357 is he now? And why couldn't some positive comments be made? Are we so lacking
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358 in self-like that we find it so hard to praise others?
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360 Hey! Like yourself people! Big egos are usually a sign of self-hate, not self-
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361 love. Like yourself, and you shan't be so afraid of making someone else sound
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362 good. You won't mind risking seeming lower because you raised someone up. You
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363 won't be so sensitive to the bombardment of negativism and competitiveness
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366 Just plain look at yourself, tell yourself you're neat, and have much to
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370 Everyone who is writing on this board has something very special to offer, and
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379 TO THE ABOVE;
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382 MAYBE IF WE ALL TRIED HARDER TO BE NICE THEN MORE PEOPLE WOULD BE NICE TO
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383 US. WHAT MAKES US THINK THAT WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO JUDGE PEOPLE THROUGH
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384 OUR OWN OPINIONATED EYES?
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387 WHY IS IT I ONLY ACT CHILDISH WHEN IM HAPPY?
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413 THE BLUE AND WHITE CARDINAL DESCENDED STEEPLY FROM TEN THOUSAND FEET, AND AS IT
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414 NEARED THE WATER, THE PILOT BELCHED, AND SCRATCHED HIS CROTCH. HE THEN EASED
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415 BACK THE YOKE. AS HE WAS ABOUT TO FLICK ON THE LANDING LIGHT, HE SAW FLASHES OF
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416 ORANGE ON THE DECK. AUTOMATIC WEAPONS FIRE. HE GAVE IT A LITTLE RUDDER AS HE OPENED
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417 THE DOOR, AND THEN TOSSED OUT A SMALL PACKAGE WRAPPED IN PLASTIC FILM. HIS AIM WAS
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418 TOO GOOD, AND IT SLAMMED ONTO THE DECK OF THE YACHT AT ANCHOR ALONG THE SOUTH SIDE
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419 OF THE ORINOCO. DONE! WITH SMOOTH PRACTICED MOTIONS, HE SLAMMED THE THROTTLE FULL
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420 AS HE YANKED THE FLAPS, AND EXECUTED A CHANDELLE, AND INTO A STEEP CLIMB. THE STALL
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421 WARNING INDICATOR BUZZED OCCASIONALLY AND IN A FEW MOMENTS, HE WAS AT 15,000 FEET.
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422 CIRCLING, HE SET THE TRANSPONDER FOR 1200, AND PRESSED THE IDENT BUTTON.
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423 IN A CLEARING BELOW, ALONG A DIRT LANDING STRIP, A QUONSET HUT EXPLODED IN A MASSIVE
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424 ORANGE BALL OF FIRE. THE TWO MEN AND ONE WOMAN INSIDE DIED INSTANTLY.
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425 CONTINUING TO CIRCLE, THE PILOT PUNCHED A SERIES OF KEYS ON THE KING PHONE PANEL...
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428 THE NIGHT MANAGER POLITELY APPROACHED A TABLE IN THE CORNER. HE WAS CARRYING A
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429 TELEPHONE. "SIR...A CALL FOR YOU... THE MAN AT THE TABLE LOOKED UP FROM THE GLASS
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430 OF BEER INTO WHICH HE HAD BEEN STARING, AND LISTENED FOR SEVERAL SECONDS, THEN
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431 REPLIED SIMPLY "GOOD WORK. MEET ME HERE". AS THE MANAGER DEPARTED, DELTA FIVE SMILED.
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432 HE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF "WELL, NOW, WASSIR- IT'S YOUR MOVE. SHALL WE JOIN FORCES
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433 OR SHALL WE KILL EACH OTHER?"
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434 SIGNALING TO THE EVER PRESENT YET NEVER HOVERING BAR TENDER FOR ANOTHER BUDWEISER
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435 HE OPENED HIS BRIEFCASE TO REVIEW THE MATERIAL THAT WASSIR NOW POSESSED COPIES OF.
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436 HIS MIND DRIFTED, AND THEN HE WAS BACK, AT THAT TIME, WHEN IT HAD ALL BEEN DIFFERENT.
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437 HE HAD WORKED FOR "UNCLE SAM", IN AN AGENCY THAT FEW PEOPLE EVEN KNEW EXISTED.
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438 IT HAD BEEN A GOOD LIFE, ALBEIT DANGEROUS AT TIMES, IN THE FIELD... AND THEN MCKANE.
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439 BEADS OF PERSPIRATION FORMEDON HIS FORHEAD, AND A DEEP LONGING, A DEEP HATRED WELLED
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440 UP INSIDE HIM. A TEAR TRICKLED DOWN HIS CHEEK, AND HE QUICKLY WIPED IT WITH A LININ
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441 NAPKIN. MCKANE. MCKANE HAD RUINED HIM. MCKANE HAD HAD HIS WIFE, HIS CHILDREN MURDERED
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442 AND NOW, MCKANE WAS SUDDENLY ALIVE AGAIN. AND DELTA FIVE KNEW WHAT HE HAD TO DO.
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443 THE ARRIVAL OF HIS UNPTEENTH BEER BROUGHT HIM BACK, AND ONCE AGAIN, HE STARTED TO
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444 READ THE DOCUMENTS. LOOK AT THE PHOTOGRAPHS. THE EVIDENCE THAT NCKANE HAD USED WASSIR
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445 JUST AS HE HAD USED SO MANY OTHERS. THAT HE HAD ARRANGED FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF
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446 WASSIRS FACTORY, HAD TRIED TO KILL THE WOMAN, AND ON AND ON. WHEN WASSIR LOADED
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447 THE DISK THAT WAS IN THE PACKAGE, HE WOULD KNOW. AND HE COULD BE SURE THAT
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449 ...AT THE ENTRANCE, HE SAW THEM NOW, HOW COULD HE HAVE BEEN SO CARELESS, ONLY SECONDS
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450 TO REACT, A PRACTICED MOTION, THE SMOOTH GRIP OF THE BANANA IN HIS HAND,
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451 SQUEEZE ONCE TO LOAD THE CHAMBER, AND THREE MORE TIMES. IT WAS OVER AS QUICKLY AS
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453 MAN HESITTATED, AND LOWERED HIS WEAPON. DELTA 5 SQUEEZED THE OTHER FRUIT. THE MAN FELL DEAD.
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454 QUICKLY, OUT THE DOOR...THERE IT WAS, THE YELLOW JAGUAR...THE KEYS IN THE STEERING
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455 COLUMN, AND HE WAS AWAY, SCREAMING DOWN CHERRY STREET TO THE FREEWAY, AND SAFE
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456 AGAIN. AND NOW, SEA-TAC, AND A PLANE TO SWITZERLAND
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458 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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459 In the distant reaches of the far past (I think it was sometime last year,
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460 actually), we proclaimed "Be Nice Month". At that time the current Inn
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461 regulars agreed to be nice to everyone (yes, even the twits that show up
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462 in abundance), and to try to find something positive to say if they were
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463 impelled to criticize someone or their work. It's a matter of attitude,
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464 really. If your purpose in making a statement is to make yourself look
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465 larger by cutting down someone else, you succeed only in making yourself
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466 look small and vindictive. If your purpose is to help someone else improve,
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467 this makes you look large and generous. If that person then improves,
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468 you win there, also, in having a stake in that person's success.
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469 In short -- cut someone and the score is:
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470 Yourself -- lose Other -- lose
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471 While, help someone and you see:
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472 Yourself -- win (now) possible win (future)
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473 Other -- win (help now) possible long-term gains
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474 (I know this is an appeal only to the selfish among us, but I firmly believe
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475 that rational and moderate conduct can be justified on grounds of complete
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476 selfishness as well as by other arguments.)
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477 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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478 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O++O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O
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479 As a response to the above, I will tolerate the border wars that went on
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480 earlier and ate up several lines of the disk.
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482 In the true spirit of criticism, I kindly ask that the one who typed the
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483 story opening wth the plane ride, please use lower case since it is much
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486 In fact, I'll even tolerate the guy who did a spinoff of my border.
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489 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+POPPING IN O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O
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492 Boarders? Who cares! In honor of the departed Mesolithic Math/Melissa/Capt' Barefoot
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493 let us again return to the days of 'Be Kind Month.' It was a success then, and we can
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494 do it again. Backwater is in a very creative cycle right now, and the last thing we
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495 all need is back-stabbing and insults. The holidays are nearly on us, let's take a
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496 clue and give our fellow backwaterite a friendly slap on the back, instead of a slap
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497 on the face. Current authors, please continue! Hesitant authors, please begin! Back
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498 water can be very enjoyable for all. Now that my cheerleading is over, we now return
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499 to our exciting stories. Piper and large anon, way to get things going.
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510 or is that just an extended border? A cipher? A martian? Oh, well, I
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511 heartily agree on the positiveness. On the 'tolerator': not just tolerate,
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512 but compliment.
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513 And everyone should start right at home. Compliment YOURSELF. Like YOURSELF
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514 And this be-kind month (how 'bout till the end of the year... and by that
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515 time we may be so used to it that 1986 will be 'be kind on this BBS YEAR?'
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524 well, the 'kindness' thing sounds good to me, so i shall no longer insult anyone or anything else and otherwise
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525 be nice. i hope that i havent stoloen this border, as i have been using it for about a month now...for now on i will use
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526 lower case, if its easier reading for everyone.....(if i enter my story today, it will be in upper as it is already prepared
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527 in upper. live long and prosper...
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532 To the above: No, you don't have to ALWAYS use lower case. Just try to use
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533 upper and lower where they belong. Capitalize the first letter of a sentence,
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534 or of a proper name, and so forth. No, you're not a twit. A twit is someone
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535 who doesn't care how they look to others. Behavior may be twitish, but if
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536 it's unintentional, then only the behavior is twitish and not the individual.
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540 Oh noooo.... Almost at the bottom. Ill have to wait till tommorrow to
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541 give you Leo's report. sigh. "be kind to yourself" does this indicated
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542 that soon we will all be accussed of being members of the perverbial
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543 back-slapping club? One never knows what the heck is expected here. I
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544 saw a note on capitalisation er big or little letters. I am a principle
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545 violator of that law and proud of it..
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549 To All UNDERGROUND Operatives, from J.K. O'Hara, DSNAC
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550 Subject: Private transmission
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551 ...to be made 2000/11/22/85, UG-ONE cipher, key is to be something simple.
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552 O'Hara out.
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553 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ UNDERGROUND [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
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554 """"""""""""""""""
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555 Ah, so nice to see Back Water enjoying a period of real creativity for a
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556 change! I hope this trend will contine for as long as possible. Now all
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557 we need is for NET and UNDERGROUND to get going again. Oooops, I've just
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558 "dated" myself. Shucks. Hey, maybe we'll even have poetry again. That
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560 on nothing much. But then, what does one expect from...
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561 """"""""""""""""""Someone Of Little Importance...
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564 Yes, yes, there does seem to be an extended period of creativity at
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565 the moment. Yes, yes, let's keep it that way, by all means. That means
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566 another story from myself. Hmmmm....the last one ended a bit too weak, but,
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567 then, it was based on a dream I had the night before I started to write it.
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568 Let's see...not a spy story, I think...maybe something from Heinlen's
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569 world of the future? Maybe Huxley's, though. Maybe Ellison's. Well, at least
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570 not Lem. Maybe something as cynical as "A Clockwork Orange"?? Maybe.....
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579 Why don't you tell me who you are, or don't you have the intestinal for
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580 titude to do so? Perhaps we can meet somewhere and talk about the things
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581 that happen to people who incur the wrath of Delta V.
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582 To above,with the barbed wire fence border who said "I'm probably wrong:
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583 You're wrong.
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587 Pen Name: Lem and Ellison? You have good taste in authors.
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595 It had been a very long time, or so it seemed, since I have been allowed to see the light of day on my own
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596 without the presence of a supervisor or therapist. To have actually been allowed to leave the builing was on its
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597 own a miracle to me. I had tried for so long to get out that all I can do now is think of how good I'll feel
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598 once I get back in the warmth of the Center. The warmth can wait for now.
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599 I'd never been here before, and I don't really know why I'd decided to come here now. It was just a
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600 strange idea that had come over me from having gone over a few of the files I still had to my dispossal -- ones
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601 that they didn't feel would be compromising even in my present condition. My present condition... what a laugh.
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602 I'd just run across an innocent looking folder that had the word "Closed" stamped across the cover and felt it
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603 would be interesting to see how a case had been solved from start to end. I had no idea what I would read.
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604 It appears that just prior to my return, someone had been unwittingly murdered by a couple of peeping-toms.
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605 They were observing someone they thought was a stranger. The stranger turned... I'd call it manslaughter.
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606 "I never knew you, Miss Penn. They didn't mean to kill you." I placed the flowers on the grave and walked off.
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