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Note: This is a special disk. It marks the start of the sequence that leads
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to the destruction of the Inn (see the Innkeeper story). Nine months later
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the Inn (BWMS) is destroyed, and the new BWMS-II is brought on line.
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The reason behind this was the the increasing problems with users which
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required a more secure system to manage the problem children. To do this,
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it was decided to build a new system using one of my old Sanyo computers
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running MSDOS. The new system was originally intended to go on-line in a
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few months, but various problems delayed the startup until May 1987.
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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 19 AUG 86 ************************
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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 :::::O O::::08/19::::bottom to top! (or Bottom's Up?)::voyeur:::20:31::::O O:::
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21 +++++++++++++++Closebutnotcloseenough++++++++++++Darbon+++++++++++++++++++++++++
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22 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZoom...
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23 Third from the top ain't too bad...
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24 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZoom...
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25 Fisrt time. ever.
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26 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.I logon, therefore I am.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu
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27 The meanest deer in the forest: Bambo
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28
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29 {shiva<<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>>{
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30 Walking out onto the street I could feel the warmth of the sun beating
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31 down onto my already tanned skin. I reached into my pocket, grabbed my sun
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32 glasses and with the same smooth gesture, flipped them open and rested them
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33 over my eyes to limit the overpowering glare of the sidewalk. As I passed by
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34 Godfry's house, I looked up to say "Hi" but as I looked up I noticed she
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35 wasn't out. "That's really weird." I thought, "She's always out sunning herself
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36 on her porch." Continuing on my way, an empty feeling started to creep over me
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37 as I realized how quiet it was. In the past I had always been met by the
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38 bands of children jumping into backyard pools to cool off as I walked to
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39 Dave's. "Wonder where the kids are this morning?" I questioned myself.
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40 Before I had a chance to ponder the mystery, I found myself quickly
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41 levitating. I was rising above my body and I didn't know why. I looked down,
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42 watching it walking and slowly fading away. As the last traces of my body faded
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43 away, all that I could see vanished and all that I could perceive was a flash
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44 an expanse of bright, white light in which I seemed to be bathed. Filled
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45 with a curious warmth, I thought to myself "this must be where all the kids
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46 are..."
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47 <>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>>shiva}
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48 __________::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::
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49 MiG? You there? Requesting physical contact location. Please?
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50 __________::::::::::__________::::::::::______ TJ/// _________::::::::::
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51 ########################################################################
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52 It wavers at the edge of visibility, striving to hold to reality.
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53 Through the mist could be seen a small box with a mirid of runners
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54 leaving it. Tendirles growing off in all directions. Many of them dead,
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55 and many more dying. A few survive gathering what nurishment they can.
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56 The image before me seems to draw on the living strength, gathing and
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57 deriving its own exsistance from the power therein.
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58 One vine dead by surface appearances shivers, then glows and comes
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59 to life. As if on que, the image stablized and gained substance. Perhaps
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60 gathering what strength it could find from this source.
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61 A figure can be seen in the distance approaching a small foot
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62 bridge who's very existance itself appears in doubt. But it is solid
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63 enough, and the visitor, cloak wrapped tight, swiftly moved across and
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64 on towards the building just ahead.
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65 A bedregaled tree stands near the entrance. It is hard to tell what
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66 it is, there is little left to show. Yet the visitor knows full well its
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67 design and purpose. A Rowan tree. Like all mystical things, it thrives
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68 on belief and care. Reaching out as if to touch a broken branch that
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69 hangs there, the visitor pauses. Pain obvious in the stance, in empathy
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70 with the pain eminating from the tree. So strong is the feeling that
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71 even one who is not adept could feel it. To one who knows the pain is
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72 almost overpowering.
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73 Finally, the hand drops, the shoulders slump, and with a much
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74 slower gait moves towards the scared and patched door. On the walls on
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75 either side can be seen many coatings of paint, most of them peeling and
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76 chipped. An occasional message can be seen scrawled in almost illedgable
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77 script. One shutter hangs by a single hinge banging against the wall as
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78 it is caught by a stray draft of wind. Opening the door a stale gust of
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79 air filled with dust and a faint sharp bitter smell rushes out. The door
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80 complains loudly as it is opened, so long has it remained shut.
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81 Stepping inside, there is a chill feeling to the place. A layer of
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82 dust undisturbed for sometime lays upon the floor. Heading towards the
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83 side where the bar stands, the visitor moves behind it and then through
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84 a curtain beyond to a private room. Had anyone been present, they would
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85 have known by now who the visitor was. For only the Innkeeper could
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86 enter that room unscathed by the protective spells that suround it.
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87 Taking off his cloak and hanging it on a hook by the entrance, He
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88 picks up an apron and ties it on. returning to the main room, the first
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89 thing done is to build a fire to fight the cold. The next is to open the
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90 shutters to let some light in. And finally proping the front and back
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91 doors open to let in the fresh air. Then with a broom he begins to clean
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92 the accumulated dust from the floor. Stopping at a curtain covered
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93 alcove, he pulls the ragged curtain aside. But instead of moving to the
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94 side it falls off in his hands, a disintegrating cloth from the past.
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95 Expecting the small little room ment for private conversations, he
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96 is startled to find a harsh metalic wall facing him instead. A bit
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97 shocked, and more then a little bit frightened, he steps backwards until
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98 a table stops him. Finally after a moment, he moves towards another side
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99 room, enters it, and returns with a new cloth which he hangs to cover
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100 the doorway. Not knowing what else to do, he goes about his cleaning
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101 chores. If something is to happen it will. But the low rumbling sound,
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102 and the faint beat of metal striking metal that comes from the direction
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103 of the now covered door is worrisome.
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104 At least the other parts of the Inn seem unaffected yet, the rooms
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105 upstairs remain unchanged, the wine cellar, and of course his private
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106 room in the back with its own entrance to the rear court. Tired of the
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107 great deal of work done even though he had just started, the Innkeeper
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108 moves a comfortable chair towards the fire, but keeps it facing the now
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109 covered but supicious doorway. "What is going on there?" he wonders, but
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110 for now it seems quiet.
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111 Finally he relaxes a bit, and a shimering glass of warm ail emiting
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112 a slight cinimon smell that escapes with the steam from the rim appears
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113 in his hand. And a quiet echoing elfin laugh can be heard amongst the
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114 course beams that support the high ceiling.
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115 "What is that noise, and more important, what is that door about?"
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116 On impulse, he gets up and steps outside. Moving over to the Rowan, he
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117 kneals down and with a quick salute, pours half the cup of ail at the
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118 tree's base. "You never know," he wispers as he steps back into the
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119 warmth and comfort of the Inn, "you never know..."
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120 ####################### The Innkeper ###################################
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121 **********j*********************************************************************
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122 2nd Shortest Horror story:
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123
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124 The last man on Earth sat in his room. There was a knock on the door.
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125
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126 Shortest Horror story:
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127
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128 The last man on Earth sat in his room. There was a lock on the door.
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129 (Think about that one)
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130
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131
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132
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133 ***** ***** * * *****
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134 * * * * ** * *
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135 ***** * * * * * ***
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136 * * * * ** *
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137 * ***** * * *****
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138
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139
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140 _______________________________________
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141 %%%%% You should at least give credit to the author of the above story,
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142 Forrest J Ackerman. %%%%%%
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143 PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
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144 !@*$(_)!*%@_)%*)@_*@)+#|_%(+#%*@+#%*+)&*#+(&|#!(&+#%*&+#!*&)$&*+)_#%*_|(+#$_*&+#*&#
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145 Back from a black hole; it really does take almost an infinity (wink wink) to reach its
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146 surface. Or at least that's what some jobs seem like: Black Holes. But this pilot, who
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147 is no relation to Pirx, isn't done jousting black holes just yet. Actually, a few more
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148 weeks of this space duty, and then, perhaps, I'll be able to return to a place that
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149 remains dear to the heart. The Inn.
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150
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151 I think about some of the patrons, and what they go through in their other lives. Those
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152 experiences outside the realm of 300 baud digital communications. We live in a big wide
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153 open world, and our system here is just a corner of it. A very important corner mind you,
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154 but still just a corner.
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155
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156 People change, move on, mature, grow. Places like Backwater can't always keep up with this
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157 change. The past is something to remember, even with a twinge of sadness at good times
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158 gone by, but to live there is a mistake. It is up to us to make a history to remember for
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159 the future. What will people think a year from now when they read the archives? They will
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160 look upon our writings and ponder what we were thinking of. Will they sing the praises
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161 of the past, our present, like we sing of our past, once the present for the old-timers?
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162 We all came here to write. This one bond has kept us together for all this time. From
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163 humble beginnings years ago, to changes in the works, to plans in the future that have not
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164 even been finalized yet. We are all so different, yet we all come here, with our computers
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165 and our minds, to share our experiences and our feelings.
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166
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167 We have to make our own future. We must use the past as a guide, but not as a ruler. We
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168 are not the same people who have trod here before. We change our step to different music.
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169 Let us rejoice in our own ability to create and not lament the loss of the past. We can't
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170 bring it back. Would we if we could. We can make the best of what we have now. The current
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171 crop of users here *can* create! I see it in almost every message. Writers struggle to be
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172 heard. The last few disks have had bright spots that make me wish for more. So let's have
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173 more! Writers love to read and readers love to write. We can satisfy everyone by creating
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174 for ourselves and others. It isn't much to ask. And I think we owe it to Backwater to make
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175 our place in its history.
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176 %#@()*%@)#(&%)(@#&%@#%@)(#&%)*%_)@%@_& L'homme sans Parity %&#@)(%(&%!_()%*)_*!)%!%&_#)!_
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177
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178 Alright. Well spoken! Let me try...
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179
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180 _________________________________________________________________________
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181
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182 Engineers cross the cobbled floors, holding their plans to the
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183 windows for light. It streams down to them from the windows so far in the
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184 distance and so near the chapel ceiling. It tints their plans in the
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185 color of their also stained panes.
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186 Ise strides to the one in the red pool of light. An engineer who
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187 never learned to appreciate his own masterpieces. Silver colors his hair
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188 the same color as a spider's web. His pale eyes bear the red stains of
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189 tired work and not a stained glass.
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190 "Are the passages in their last stages? Or am I to walk the halls
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191 with the loathsome rabble in your service?" Ise firmly crosses her arms
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192 and raises her brow in inspection of the engineer.
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193 "Pardon their stench, my lady, they are only washed on the
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194 sabbath," Tiny squeals of his bloated stomach pipe out of his mouth. His
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195 eyes search for a place to lay other than Ise's stern face and finds a
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196 table of food.
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197 "See the passages done this night, and attend to the bathing of
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198 these, beasts of labor," Ise lets the engineer stare at the food, finding
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199 her own interest taken with a young laborer.
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200 "Bishop Pisus is to arrive in a few days, the chapel ought to be
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201 finishing as his horses draw to a trot," He adjourns himself as if on
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202 matters of royal import and finds his way to the table. His stomach
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203 belches in return for the gluttony.
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204 Ise takes her time to cross the floor. A page dashes across her
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205 path. She hails him, and he returns to her side, gasping for breath.
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206 "What business are you on, page?" Asks Ise as if the boy was the
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207 object of her eye.
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208 "Preparations for the Bishop, my lady," Searching his lungs for
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209 the power to say more, he speaks, "If there are matters of yours, it is my
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210 pleasure to do them,"
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211 "See the man on the beam, the rafter, there?" Ise tells the page,
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212 her back turned to the laborer she describes. "Tell him an architect asks
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213 him to the abbess's chambers," Ise smiles and charms the page, who
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214 blushes.
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215 "As you wish, my lady," Off the page goes, dashing into the
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216 scaffolds and beams the laborers teeter on. Once he reaches the rafter
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217 the laborer is atop, he whispers the summons, then slithers off and about
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218 again.
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219 _________________________________________________________________________
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220 <o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o>
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221 I wish I could talk, say the things I need to say. But
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222 that's been taken away from me. Everything I say,
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223 everything I do becomes food to support her fear. The
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224 more I try the more I lose. Like a ballon that's been
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225 released spewing air, I feel my life spinning away out
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226 of control. I used to be able to speak openly, speak
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227 the deepest emotions in my mind. Now I cannot, every
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228 word spoken widens the rift to an ever expanding gap.
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229 She won't talk, she won't listen. She just hides
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230 further and further into the deep dark hole she is so
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231 familar with. An offered hand becomes a threat, a
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232 gental touch becomes a vicous attack, soothing words a
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233 snarl. My very being has changed from a comfort to a
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234 threat to her very existance. What has happened? How
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235 has this change occured? I don't understand. How can I
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236 understand, she won't talk, she won't listen, she just
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237 runs away frightened and scared. The blow is greater
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238 then any physical blow could ever be. What price
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239 freindship? How can you place a value on something
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240 that is priceless? I feel like I've failed completely.
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241 A friendship I've held above all else, and somehow it
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242 has failed and I don't know why. I want to do
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243 something, I want to scream out, but I can't say
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244 anything. I can't do anything. I'm afraid. And my fear
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245 leaves me cold, a winter seeping inside, numbing me to
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246 the very marrow of my bones.
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247 <o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o>
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248 ____08/20/86__________________JD 2446663.5965_________19:18:57_PDT_________
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249 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZoom...
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250 Looking better...
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251 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZoom...
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252 }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
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253 {{{{{{{<<<>>><<<>>>
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254 Crushed Apples-
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255
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256 deep in the gallows of a wild hearts scream
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257 lies the spark of a fire that will always be
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258 time is no answer for the pain of the yearning
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259 life is to short for out time to see
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260 why is brought about such intense earnest
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261 what is so appealing from you to me
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262 perception compared tto a garden of roses
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263 carefully set by a young ladies tree
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264 chosen from a book of beautiful blossoms
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265 drawn by love for us to see
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266 should one pick a flower from the bush
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267 could one remove it from that great tree
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268 <<<>>><<<>>><<<>>}}}}}}
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269 ==========================================
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270 The quality of Backwater writing has
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271 distinctly improved. Too bad the Grand
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272 Dragon Master isn't around. I bet he'd
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273 really get things off the ground.
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274
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275 Henderson LaMonte
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276 ==========================================
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277 Hell...McKane wasn't anything without Wassir. An era has passed. As good as the
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278 current writing is I miss the old days. Sorry, there I go being sentimental.
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279
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280 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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281 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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282 GUTEN TAG, ALLES! GOOD ENTRIES ABOVE, KEEP IT UP, PEOPLE!
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283 ICH BIN, DER "SWAMP THING"
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284 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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285
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286 Excellent stuff above. Now this is what Backwater is all about. Thank you.
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287 French Toast
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288 ___________________________________________________________________________
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289 ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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290 TO KILL
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291 OR NOT TO KILL.
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292 THERE IS NO QUESTION.
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293 ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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294
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295 Henderson:
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296 Never fear, II'm sure the Grand D is lurking about somewhere.
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297 No doubt that bounder McKane is close behind. Now where did that
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298 rascal, Wassir, get to?
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299 W. R. Pinkstaff
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300 ___________________________________________________________________________
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301 Wassir was last seen in Sing Sing after getting caught with his fur down
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302 in the small-animal mitten plant in Toledo Ohio. It was a vice-squad bust
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303 from a tip given by an anonymous employee at National Egyptian Tours.
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304 INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO INFO
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305 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZork!
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306
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307 French Toast, if I was one of those you thanked, it was a pleasure. _Ise_
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308
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309 / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
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310 I must say, although many people have said it before me, but, thank you
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311 . There will be no block graphic characters, no opposing stars, not even
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312 any upper case, but I feel that those that write really care about this
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313 board, and will observe the congratulations without any tricks.
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314 .
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315 DJJ: Sorry, I ran out of disk space, but I was saying that just on one
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316 area-water quality it is easy to prove that there would be problems. If you
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317 would like, I could write up the info that I have as evidence, in the form
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318 of a persuading-type speech.
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319 *** STARPATH ***
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320 / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
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321 ########################################"#####################
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322 Thought for the day: You can lead a horse to water,
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323 but before you push it in, stop and think how a wet horse smells.
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324
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325 It was so hot the other day I saw a cow laying
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326 on its back giving itself a shower.
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327 #################################################"############
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328 There was a riot at a theatre last night, that was showing the remake of
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329 "The Fly". Things got so violent that
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330 the SWAT team had to be called in.
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331
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332
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333
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334 (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..)
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335 (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..)
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336 Did they have to make a RAID?
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337 (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..)
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338 (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..) (..)
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339 ____08/21/86__________________JD 2446664.5739_________18:46:42_PDT_________
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340 """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
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341 Golly, here I find myself in concurence with French Toast! Well then,
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342 here's my contribution...
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343
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344
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345 On second thought, I'll wait till this evening...
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346 PEN NAME
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347 """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
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348 """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
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349 What? Is it later already?!? A story of a man and a machine...
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350
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351
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352
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353 A man walked up to the Auto-Eat window and typed in his selection. He then
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354 slipped his CurrencyCard into the slot just above the keyboard and just below
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355 the display. The display, by the way, was proudly displaying his choice, or at
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356 least it's image at what his choice should, at least, resemble.
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357 The man waited impatiently for his selection to be delivered nice and hot
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358 and ready for consumming. He folded his arms and waited. Soon, the dispensory
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359 slot opened, motors inside whirred, the console said "Thank You!" in a cheerful
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360 monotone, and his selection was coughed up.
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361 The man scowlel and looked under the cover bearing the words, "TRILLIONS
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362 AND TRILLIONS SERVED" in bold emblazend letters, and he scowled deeper. He
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363 faced the console and pressed the "REQUEST" button. The console's display
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364 wiped away it's usual advertising and said, "Is there a problem sir?" A
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365 slightly-less cheerful voice.
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366 The man grunted and said, "I ordered a FunFish Delight, and you have given
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367 BouncyBeef Delight. I want it replaced." The console replyed, "Certainly
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368 sir." And the dispensor slot opened up. The man placed the selection into the
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369 slot and it was whisked away.
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370 The console said, "Sir, analysis shows that |his is indeed the selection
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371 you ordered, a FunFish Delight, and not a BouncyBeef Delight. You must be
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372 taken." The selection was ejected from the console.
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373 The man paused and then looked under the cover again. He pushed REQUEST
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374 and did not wait for a reply before saying, "This is a BouncyBeef, and NOT a
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375 FunFish. I want it replaced." He shoved it back in the slot.
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376 The console paused noticeably and then accepted the selection back. The
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377 man waited. The conle said, "A second analysis shows that this is indeed a
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378 FunFish and NOT a BouncyBeef as you claim. However, we care about customer
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379 satisfaction and therefore would be happy to credit your CurrencyCard the
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380 amount you have payed." Now the slot for the CurrencyCard opened, waiting.
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381 The man pushed REQUEST and said, "I do not want my money back, I want a
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382 FunFish Delight. NOW!". He shoved the selection back in the slot. The
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383 console's screen flashed red and displayed, "POSSIBLE VIOLENCE DETECTED -
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384 REQUEST TECHNICIAN" And the lights on the console went dead.
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385 The man pulled the selection back out of the slot, where it had stayed,
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386 and opened a packet of SpecialSecretSauce. He spread it around the console and
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387 walked away, carrying his FunFish Delight.
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388
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389
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390 Well...a few problems there...looks like I too far away...have to work on
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391 that. Any suggestions?
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392 (Peice it together for yourselves) - PEN NAME
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393 """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
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394 ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
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395 Starpath: By all means, please do so. That was the other function of BWMS
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396 in the 'olden days', that of forum and information dispensary. Surely the
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397 great artificial inteligence wars have not been forgotten? Or the dis-
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398 cussions of women's rights and feminism? Time for more. And this seems to
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399 be an important issue. All please participate.
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400
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401 ()()()()()()()()()()()()() DJJ ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
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402 ****************************************************************************
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403
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404 I walked up to what I vaguely remembered to be a place of refuge. I saw a
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405 Rowan tree by the door, and some bits of memory struck me. Pam, a lovely
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406 spirit creature, or was she real? Piper, who with his drone could alter
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407 reality, or was it just perception? An innkeeper who served good ale, and
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408 in full measure.
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409
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410 That last was real, for at that moment I opened the door and stepped in,
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411 espying the man himself. "An ale, to cure my ails,", I spoke. "It has
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412 been a long time since I have seen such a welcome face."
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413
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414 I drew up a chair as the innkeeper drew my ale. "Thank you, old friend,
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415 this is indeed a welcome respite. Tell me, if you would be so kind, what
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416 has happened in my absence ? What has become of my other friends ? I have
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417 enough here to by you a measure of this stout, if you would but speak with
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418 me a while of the past, present, and future. I have been trapped for a
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419 very long time in a terrible land called 'Reality' and it is indeed a
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420 frightening place."
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421
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422 ******************************************************** Friar **********
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423
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424 THERE IS NO DOUBT ABOUT IT - A WHOLE NEW BALL-GAME IN PROGRESS...JUST THINK OF THE GREAT U
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425 USE WE ARE PUTING THIS MICROPROCESSOR TO? WHY NOT AN ADVENTURE GAME... OR A PLACE
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426 TO GET GOOD OLD FREE SOFTWARE? YES MY FRENDS STRIKE OUT FOR THE AMERICAN WAY
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427 LET US SEEK THAT WHICH WE NEVER PAY FOR. P.P.S.
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428 END
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429 #############################################################################
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430 Ahh.. a customer, a patron. a friend of old. Come, sit, rest yee bones,
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431 bathe your mind in the warmth of the fire. And an ail for you fine sir.
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432 Reality... yes, a frightening place indeed. At times one must escape
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433 to the inner reaches of the mind to ease such burdens as are received.
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434 You ask of those that have been. Alas, the Inn has been empty low these
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435 many months, none come to call.Some as you have been caught up in the worls
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436 of reality, others have disapeared altogether. yet still other hide in
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437 the gray mists of inbetween, biding their time maybe to leave the lands
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438 altogether, or waiting for the winds of change to pull them back.
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439 You ask of Pam, she remains in the mists of the in-between. What will she do?
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440 I cannot say. I know she is out there hiding someplace, I've seen the spores
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441 of her passing on the trails. I fear of late that my tenuous grasp on
|
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442 communications with her has been slowly slipping away. For her own reasons
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443 that I cannot comprehend and get no response in regard she speaks little
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444 these days. Notes left in places that she passes disappear, but no
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445 answer is found.
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||
446 The plight of the Rowan is a reflection of her own entity here at the Inn,
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447 like the Inn itself, it lives on the strength of belief, and without
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448 that belief it becomes ravaged with the currents of reality.
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449 Will she return? I cannot say. That is a decision for her to make on
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||
450 own. Obviously she is always welcome, and the Rowan still awaits its
|
||
451 restoration. But demands of her existance I cannot make, that is something
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452 that only Pam herself can do and be.
|
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453 But tell me, what do you think of the the metalic clamer that comes from
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454 the room in the back? It worries me, and I know not what to think.
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455 The reality of the Inn has been threatened itself this past year, and
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456 being as sensitive as it is to the winds of the mind, something of
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457 this sort worries me greatly. And a metal door no less, the closest that
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458 metal of that quantity has been allowed before was in the great iron
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459 city to the north. What change in the currents of reality have allowed
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460 its existance to be here. How does it come to exist, and what is the
|
||
461 meaning of the noise that comes from behind?
|
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462 Ahhh with another mind to strengthen the net, perhaps others of like
|
||
463 mind will be drawn to the center of strength again.
|
||
464 Of Piper no one knows, his image dwindled slowly until some months prior
|
||
465 it disappeared altogether. His absence has been sorely missed. His presence
|
||
466 was a major force in the maintinance of the reality of the Inn. With
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||
467 his absence it began to deteriorate quite rapidly. Such was it that I
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||
468 was unable to keep up with the repairs, and took a vacation from this
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||
469 reality myself. I came back recently to see what was left and what
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||
470 could be recovered. It is as you see, much of the magic is gone.
|
||
471 It will take much to rebuild the Inn to its former glory if it can
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||
472 be at all.
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||
473 ######################### The Innkeeper ############################
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||
474 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
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475
|
||
476 Sorry I didn't give credit. I
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||
477 didn't know who wrote them. B
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||
478 y the way, a whole disk full
|
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479 and no note from Triple 5? Is
|
||
480 he sick or what?
|
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481 P-One
|
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482 P.S. Wish I could write like
|
||
483 you guys can. Wow!
|
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484
|
||
485 ******************************
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||
486
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487 well here I am again, guys...
|
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488
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489 A B D U L B R I A N
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||
490
|
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491
|
||
492 I really don't have too much
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493 to say, except that I'm glad
|
||
494 to see that the nasty debate
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||
495 no longer rages on. When I
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||
496 have more time, I will return
|
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497 and tell you one of my stories
|
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498 But, until then, love your
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||
499 enemies, as your friends!!!
|
||
500
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501
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||
502 ******************************
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||
503 The quality and intellegence level (or lack thereof) speaks for itself.
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||
504 =======================================================================
|
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505 Indeed, that goes without saying.
|
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506
|
||
507 A new era? Gee, this is exciting....
|
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508
|
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509
|
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510 "O ne of the safest methods of acquiring attention is to do something which
|
||
511 differs from the usual, and few artists have the stamina to escape this
|
||
512 temptation. Z.T.T. have to confess that they belonged to theos who didn't much
|
||
513 care aboutoriginality. Z.T.T. say: "We always attempt to produce quite
|
||
514 conventional, but we fail, and it always, against our will, becomes something
|
||
515 unusual!"
|
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516
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517 ____08/22/86__________________JD 2446665.7042_________21:54:09_PDT_________
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518 PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
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519 {+|+} <519> 860823^0022
|
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520 Yes, you were.
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521 French Toast
|
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522 __________________________________________________________________________
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523
|
||
524 *%%%@$$_^&#^*%())$&^($*)&*^%_)*_)*^$_*@%@^)*$_^*^)(%_)(&+($&*%_)**$#^)*$)&*
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||
525 DJJ : Hail, and well met! It has been a long time since you passed this way. The last I heard from you
|
||
526 was the sad tale of Dendrite Systems. I know of another who worked for them. This soul has also moved on
|
||
527 to bigger and better things, leaving others to indulge in VMS. I also fondly recall political discussions that did not
|
||
528 dissolve into name-calling sessions. That, my friend, was a delightful way to spend an electronic afternoon. What say
|
||
529 you to another? Have you continued access to this forum? As you have seen, Backwater is going through changes. We
|
||
530 have seen vast heights, but more recently, we have experienced some great lows. Not that there have not been bright
|
||
531 spots, but the mean of usage has been dragged down. Now the Inn experiences a great metamorphoses. A metal appears
|
||
532 in the confines on the Inn. Strange sounds can be heard from behind the door, but no amount of effort can reveal what
|
||
533 the doors hides. So strange, but so fitting with everything else that has happened here of late.
|
||
534
|
||
535 I remember well the times at MT Bottle and Deli. I also do not forget fun times and good conversation at Waddles. Gaudy
|
||
536 Minkey will probably never return. Machinery is needed for these visits to the Inn - machinery she does not have
|
||
537 anymore. I will relay a hello if it is OK with you.
|
||
538
|
||
539 So, have you become disenchanted with the meandering platform of the Republican party yet? A doppleganger leadership
|
||
540 causing you second thoughts? Troubled times in River City? What ever the case, welcome back DJJ. I look forward to
|
||
541 further correspondence with you.
|
||
542 *%#^_$&_))&*^_)*^!_)^&@)&!_^& L'homme sans Parity &%(@%&)#%&&%#)&^@#&^)$&)^(&*$@{}":?>%#$%*@!$&%#$^&&@#(%@&%^*$@^
|
||
543
|
||
544 ****************************************
|
||
545 A B D U L B R I A N
|
||
546 **********was here***********************************and will return****************S******O******O******N**************
|
||
547 ding
|
||
548 Did you here that???
|
||
549
|
||
550
|
||
551 here it is again
|
||
552 ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
|
||
553 L'homme - Indeed, I have found much to be dismayed at in the G.O.P. But
|
||
554 the alternative as well leaves me cold. What would you like to discuss ?
|
||
555 I have offered the Hanford depository, but it seems unexciting to all.
|
||
556 How about your views on sanctions against South Africa ?
|
||
557
|
||
558 ()()()()()()()()()()() DJJ ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
|
||
559 P.S. Are the bells necessary for us to hear ? Must they be here ?
|
||
560 ()()()()
|
||
561
|
||
562 ||||{|||{|}|||}||{||{||||}|}||||||||{|}|||}|}|}|}||{||{||}|||||
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||
563
|
||
564 "Seth, are you awake?" The stooped old man was quiet,
|
||
565 trying not to wake him up. After all this time learning to be
|
||
566 sincere and to trust, he did not want to trick Seth into
|
||
567 answering his questions.
|
||
568
|
||
569 Seth on the other hand was more than willing to trick the
|
||
570 old man, if only he could get a few more minutes of sleep.
|
||
571 Unlike the aging Soviet at his bedside, he was raised in
|
||
572 Louisiana and was not used to waking quite so soon in the day.
|
||
573
|
||
574 And there was the time difference. At four in the morning
|
||
575 in the North Sea, it is eleven at night in the North quarter of
|
||
576 New Orleans.
|
||
577
|
||
578 A tangled mop of hair poked out from the dark green blanket
|
||
579 of the cot. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, and tasting what
|
||
580 his breath was like, Seth was not at his most alert. So he did
|
||
581 not notice the wet suit on the chair across the room, or the
|
||
582 air tanks on the floor.
|
||
583
|
||
584 "Of course I'm awake. Furtseva, what are you doing here,
|
||
585 at," Seth found his watch on the steel floor and strapped it to
|
||
586 his wrist. After reading the time, he continued speaking, "At
|
||
587 four in the morning?"
|
||
588
|
||
589 "Sonar has found something, it is below us as," The Soviet
|
||
590 thought of the English phrase, "As we speak. We are to find out
|
||
591 what it is." His accent was so harsh it could have chiseled at
|
||
592 stone.
|
||
593
|
||
594 "Nothing like drowning in the morning to get you up. So,
|
||
595 Russian, let me get dressed and we can go drown together." Seth
|
||
596 was being rude, and he knew it. Not that he cared about it, he
|
||
597 only knew it. Whether Furtseva wanted to defect for idealism or
|
||
598 whether it was the iceberg, he was never at ease around him.
|
||
599
|
||
600 The old man stood and walked to the door, remembering what
|
||
601 a time he had in carrying the gear down. Not a thank you from
|
||
602 the American, only an invitation to leave. Now he had to get
|
||
603 his gear on and risk his life. What a free world, he thought.
|
||
604
|
||
605 ||||{|||{|}|||}||{||{||||}|}||||||||{|}|||}|}|}|}||{||{||}|||||
|
||
606
|
||
607 Presidential Quote of the Day:
|
||
608
|
||
609 "Since Mister LaRouche has chosen the Democratic party to
|
||
610 invade.... Play it safe, and vote Republican."
|
||
611
|
||
612 Our fearless leader,
|
||
613 Ronald Wilson Reagan
|
||
614
|
||
615 /\\//\\//\\/ Darn. Hoping to get to the bottom. Maybe in a few minutes.
|
||
616 Would that be a cheat? /\\//\\//\\//\\//\ Saturday, August 23, 1986 \//\\/
|
||
617
|
||
618 ***************************************************************************
|
||
619 Ahhh! That is good ale. I am sorry to hear of Pam's reticence, but glad to
|
||
620 hear of her existence. I was afraid I had imagined her. I do wish the Piper
|
||
621 would return as well. I lift my glass to them both. Pam ? Piper ? I ask
|
||
622 in the name of the god Prose, please return to us. We have much love for
|
||
623 your writing, and through it, for you.
|
||
624 There is no stronger magic than Love, be it true, as yours and mine is for
|
||
625 our friends. And since I am secure in the love of friends, both past and
|
||
626 future, let us examine the wall that so troubles the Inn.
|
||
627
|
||
628 I walked over to the place where the private room should be. What memories
|
||
629 it brought back. ******************************************** friar
|
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