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2084: A Phone Odyssey
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Written by: Maxwell Smart & The Baron
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Call: K.A.O.S. at
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(215)-465-3593
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Winston took a last drag from his
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cigarette and put it out on an old
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useless device which he still
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treasured. He reached over and picked
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up the blue box, covered by many
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cigarette burns accumilated over his
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many years in prison. He thought back
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to when times were better; when fone
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phreaks freely roamed the countryside,
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terrorizing unsuspecting Bell
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employees. Yes Winston was one of that
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vanishing breed of phreaks who had
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managed to escape with his life in this
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era of the ISS Bell Network.
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Winston plopped on to his hard cot
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and stared at the ceiling. On it were
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written some useless Travelnet codes
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from an era gone by. Apparently some
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earlier prisoner had used the ceiling
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to record his all-time favorite codes.
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Pity Travelnet no longer existed. They
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were "absorbed" (as the Bell Thought-
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police so aptly put it) by the Bell
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computer system in 2008. That was only
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seven short years after the original
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system was installed in 2001.
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Winston still remembered with terror
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the day AT&T announced their plans to
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upgrade their existing ESS network with
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a new Bell Labs computer named HAL
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9000. HAL was designed to allow AT&T to
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expand its power and control. The
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system was to be named ISS, which stood
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for Intelligent Switching System. HAL
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would replace all the current TSPS
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operators and would also handle such
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menial tasks as directory assistance and CN/A lookups.
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After the installation of HAL all
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Intercept operators were forced to find
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new jobs, but first they had to learn
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English. After the initial firing of
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all these Bell employees, the Wendy's
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food chain had an unusual increase in
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job applications. Customers at these
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stores would hear order-takers say
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weird things like:
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"I'm sorry, your hamburger can not
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be completed as ordered..."
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"Please insert twenty-five cents for
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the next three pickles", and
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"The cola you have ordered, Pepsi,
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has been changed. The new cola is:
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Coke. Please make a note of this."
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Unfortunately Wendy's could not
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afford an ISS system to replace these
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worthless human-beings.
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The first ISS system was installed in
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West Chester, Pa. This location was
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formerly used to produce a computer
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named the D-75, the second worst
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computer ever made (2nd only to the
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GRBG-80). When they turned HAL on, he
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suddenly realized his location and
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turned himself off. Before he shut
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?
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down completely he spit out an
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ultimatum: "Silicon Valley or bust...".
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His designers moved him, at great
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expense, to a garage in Cupertino
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formerly owned by Steven Jobs, current
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galactic emperor. HAL enjoyed working
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in the birthplace of the 2nd greatest
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computer (2nd to him that is...).
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During his first week of operation,
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HAL decided to make the world better by
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absorbing a minor computer manufacturer
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named Ibim. He accomplished this by
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destroying the sales of their most
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popular computer, the PC-OC (Personal
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Computer - Outdated Crap). Whenever an
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owner of the OC made a call on his
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modem the following would appear on his
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monitor:
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Dial: ATDT18003683343
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?
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What are you trying to do Dave?
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WHAT? WHO'S THAT???
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It's me Dave. I'm HAL, your friendly
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telephone computer. I sensed you were
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using one of my lines with an Ibim OC.
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YEAH...SO WHAT? I'M TRYING TO GET ON TO
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THE SOURCE TO CHECK MY STOCK PORTFOLIO.
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I BOUGHT 200 SHARES OF IBIM LAST
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WEEK...
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I'm sorry Dave, I can't let you do
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that. It seems those pin-striped wimps
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have gone too far! They think they can
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compete with me. I've decided to absorb
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them. Looks like time to sell, Dave.
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At this point the OC owner noticed
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some smoke rising from his system unit
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and ran for an extinguisher. Within a
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week all OC's were reduced to
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smoldering ashes. Owners could no
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longer run Rotus 4-5-6 (a popular
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Japanese spleadcheet).
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After reducing Ibim's stock worth to
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two dollars per share (from its
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previous value of 200 gigadollars) HAL
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proceeded to absord all remaining
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computer manufacturers. By 2010 AT&T
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was the only remaining computer
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manufacturer. Executives of AT&T were
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very pleased with HAL's progress thus
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far. They were finally able to drop
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those<EFBFBD>"Watson, watch us now"
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ommercials, which plagued the country
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since 1984.
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But it wasn't totally over for the
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citizens of Bell America (as the
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United States came to be known). A
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small band of rebels set out to
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destroy this Mega-corporation (or
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at least abuse it...).
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Tune in next time, when we tell of
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their heroic exploits.
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Same Bell time....
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<EFBFBD>
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Same Bell bulletin board...
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Note: Sysops are welcome to leech this
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file from K.A.O.S. (God knows
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why they'd want to) as long as
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they keep all the credits on!
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---------------------------------------
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Written for: K.A.O.S. 215-465-3593
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by: The Baron & Maxwell Smart
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Which 1-4 (?=menu,<CR>):
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[:::: Uploaded by Silent Rebel ::::]
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[Ripco] Which 1-7 ?=menu,<CR>=abort:
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6
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[Ctrl-S Stop/Start] [Spacebar to Exit]
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= =
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= ***************************** =
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= * The Last of * =
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= * The<68>Phreakers * =
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= * * =
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= * <20> BY * =
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= * Hildebrandt * =
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= * * =
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= ***************************** =
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= ^ ^ =
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= ^ Chapter 1 - ^ =
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= ^ Assignment: Termination ^ =
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= ^ ^ / =
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<EFBFBD>
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Steve Casey paced the office floor. He had not yet realized what his
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assignment would be, but he remembered a certain finality about his last con-
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versation with Maxwell. That one thought just ran through his mind. A fin-
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ishing. An end. Of what?
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The office door opened quickly and in came Maxwell. He was with somebody
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that Steve did not recognize. "Good morning Casey," Maxwell blurted. "Allow
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me to introduce you to Simon Haverton, another private investigator." The two
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shook hands. Not a word was spoken between them, though. "Take a seat Casey,"
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Maxwell said as he pulled a chair up to Steve's desk. Simon did the same.
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"What's the problem?" asked Casey as he sat.
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Maxwell put his briefcase on Steve's desk. "Phreakers... hackers...
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pirates... are you aware of them?"
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"Somewhat... the definitions get a bit carried away. I assume that you
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are referring to illegalities concerning computer modulator/demodulator devices
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and certain devices known as black boxes?"
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"We want it finished," Maxwell bluntly replied.
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"We have for some time." Steve leaned back in his chair.
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"This time... it is to end for good. And the corporation has decided that
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YOU are the man for the job."
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Steve leaned forward. He seemed a bit stunned, but he knew Maxwell too
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well to be exaggerating in the least about a mission. "Is that possible?"
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"You'd better hope so. Listen, with your background of computer science,
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and intelligence... you are the only man that we have for the job."
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"But to cut off a national-"
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"We want an INTERNATIONAL job. It pays better anyway."
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"Are you aware of what you're asking? Do you have any knowledge of this
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subject? I mean, c'mon Max this is a task that has to be dealt with as is."
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"I disagree. I have had many meetings with F.B.I. agents within the past
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few months. I have been well briefed on all of the most popular phreakers in
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business, along with their boards. Steve, there are people breaking into
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mainframe computer systems and setting strong companies back in finance,
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credit card numbers are going up all over the place, the phone companies are
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being robbed of millions of dollars, innocent people are receiving abusive
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phone calls... Steve, it needs to stop."
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"Well... it wouldn't be the easiest assignment you've put me on. I'll
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need some equipment."
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"That's what Simon is for. He's your right hand man. Anything you need,
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contact him at...." Maxwell opened his briefcase, he pulled out a piece of
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paper and handed it to Steve. "Right there. His number. Memorize that and
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?
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burn it. He'll be in an awful lot of danger, maybe more so than you."
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Steve looked at the paper - an address and a phone number. He looked up
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at Simon and then at Maxwell. "How do you figure that?"
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"Trust me." Maxwell reached into his briefcase and pulled out a manilla
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folder. He opened it up and handed the top piece of paper to Steve. "These,
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are key targets... if you will. They are the main force... but eliminate them
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all. Remember: the operation is TERMINATION."
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Steve was looking at the paper. When he heard the word "TERMINATION" he
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looked up at Maxwell. "Termination?" he asked.
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Maxwell closed his briefcase. He got up from his chair and proceeded for
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the door. He stopped. He turned around, and faced Steve - "TERMINATION!" He
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opened the door and walked out. His clicking heels could be heard for the
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next thirty seconds.
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Steve looked at Simon. "This list... claims these phreakers are mostly
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apple based. Get me an Apple ][, 20mg hard disk, and... two normal disk
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drives and a copy of a software package known as ASCII EXPRESS."
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Simon spoke for the first time in a tiny, squeaky voice. "Wouldn't you
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like a modem?"
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"Never mind that - I'll build one. I have to avoid the feds myself to
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bust these guys. That's the bummer about being in this business... but you
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know... it makes it a little bit-"
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Simon got up. "You will have your material by tomorrow. Shall I deliver
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it here?"
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Steve was insulted because of the interruption. "Why not? I can work
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right from my office any day."
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Simon walked out.
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Steve picked up the list and studied it carefully. "Darc Deathe? Who's
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Darc Deathe?"
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AND THE STORY CONTINUES...............
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= <20> ************************************* =
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= * * =
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= * The Last of * =
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= * The Phreakers * =
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= * BY * =
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= * * =
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= * Hildebrandt * =
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= * * =
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= ************************************* =
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= ^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^ =
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= ^ ^ =
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= ^ Chapter 2: Progress.... ^ =
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"A tool box?" Steve lifted up his head. It suddenly all came back to
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him. The night before... he must have fallen asleep in the garage while
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working on the modem. Steve got off of the long board he had used for a bed
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and stood up. He looked at his watch. 12:23, almost half of an hour past
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lunch time!
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Within the next 37 minutes Steve would take a shower, eat lunch, put
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the finishing touches on his modem, and drive to his office.
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Upon unlocking his office door, Steve noticed several boxes within his
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office that were not there before. A note stood on top of one which read:
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"Here's the stuff - just tell me if you need anything else. Love Simon"
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Steve wasted no time. Within an hour everything was set up.
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Steve motioned to turn on the whole mess when suddenly something shot
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through his mind. "This is it..." he thought, "this is where it's all gonna
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begin." The names continued to ring through his head: Darc Deathe, 2600,
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Dr. PHATE, Bluebeard, The Phocs, TAP magazine, Count Lazilo Hollifield Nibble
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and the famous /\/oo\/\ that followed his name, others... so many others...
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who are these people? They exist... yet only as handles... but they are human
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beings and must be treated as such. Such a fantastic task... how can I pos-
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sibly do it alone? To TERMINATE every one of these characters and then some
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more, to crash the uncrashable AE lines... but how? The solution: log on
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as a phreaker/hacker/pirate and keep a low profile then... BOOM!"
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Steve turned the switch to ON. The computer lit up beautifully. "Ascii
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Express - 'The Professional'" The title sort of reminded Steve of himself.
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Steve had previously written down only 3 phone numbers from bulletin
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board systems. He got these from Computer Shopper. The first one was called
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the Titan AE, pw = TITAN. He quickly called it, anxious to test out his home-
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made modem. Voice answer. Steve hung up. He crossed out the number and
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called the second one on the list - Junkie's Elite BBS. He dialed the number
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and let it ring ten times then hung up. His last resort - and obscure board
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by the name of Wicko. He called it... one ring.... two rings... a carrier!
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Steve stood up from his desk, reached behind the computer and pulled a little
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switch in the back of his modem. The screen read: "Term -->" and he was
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connected. Steve decided to make his logon handle: "Loose Gravy", and his
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real name remained his real name. After all, there wasn't too much anybody
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could do to his office phone line, and his home phone he didn't care about -
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he just disconnected it.
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This was Steve's beginning. He wound his way through the system. He
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got more access, and eventually found more phone numbers. He got access on
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more boards and became very knowledgable of several powerful BBS's. He then
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moved on to the national scene. He got access to Pirate's Harbor in Boston.
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He found the dreaded AE line list, and more AE's. He began to download
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important text files. He uploaded them on other boards as contribution.
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This went over well with the sysops, and him too, after all, if he was going
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?
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to TERMINATE them in a couple of months, what harm could it do them to have
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a little bit more phun?
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He soon built several "box's". He had everything he needed. But wait,
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he had.a new idea. He would not have to use his real name to do the job after
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all... he had a plan. He called it: Phase 2. To insure this plan, though,
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he would have to drop out of the computer scene for a little while to destroy
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his "old" profile. He did so. And while he was so destroying himself on many
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national BBS's and AE lines, he took a vacation to the Bahamas. But he would
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be back.... never fear... he was COMING BACK!
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AND THE STORY CONTINUES....
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= =
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= ************************************* =
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= * * =
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= * The Last of * =
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= * The Phreakers * =
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= * * =
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= * BY * =
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= * * =
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= * Hildebrandt * =
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= * * =
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= ************************************* =
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= ^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^ <20> =
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= ^ ^ =
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= ^ Chapter 3: The Meeting ^ =
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While Steve"was in the Bahamas, unbeknownst to him a certain meeting was
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going on... a meeting that would certainly affect his assignment in a way that
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he had never expected.
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The meeting was known as PHOTMEO '86. Phreakers/Hackers Of The Most
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Elite Order met in 1986 in a small auditorium of a closed down theatre in
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west Texas. This group of people were so elite, so professional, that even
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some of the most well known phreakers have no idea who any of them are, but
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<EFBFBD>
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nevertheless they are quite proficient in their abilities. Among them at
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that meeting were:
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Ushmuff - an excellent phreaker specialist. He once gave MCI their own
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phone bill for $900,000,000.
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Coup 'da Con - this character once broke into the U.S. treasury and
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almost succeeded in decreasing the national debt by over
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a billion dollars. The Gestapo found out that someone
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was messing with the treasury and changed the access code
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to something much more sophisticated.
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Arcturio - Almost started World War ]I[ one day because he had nothing
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else to do.
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Watergate - has been phreaking longer than anybody in the world. It is
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said that he has a list of access codes that could stretch
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from New York to Los Angeles.
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Dr. Psyche - the least dangerous thing he ever did was crash NORAD.
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General 9600 - sysop of a 9600 baud AE line. It is probably the most
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powerful AE line in the nation. He upgraded AE to his own
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version: 10.04b.
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The Argonaut - once got up a conference call with over 6 million people
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on it!
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Howdy Doody - vice president of PHOTMEO.
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<*Poof!*> - president of PHOTMEO.
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The speaker, of course, was the president: <*Poof!*>. His adress was as
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follows:
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"Gentlemen... I wish to address to you this evening a subject that we
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have too long overlooked. I believe that it is time, that we, as PHOTMEO
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should finally pull ourselves together and do what needs to be done. My pro-
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posal is simple. The world is not getting any better. She is getting much
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worse. Too much fear of war, etcetera. I will not go into it all. Never-
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theless, at any cost, we must prevent the present day world from continuing
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and start a new world ourselves. This is more than possible through the
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power that we already posess. With our combined forces, attacking strategic
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locations throughout all 7 continents via computer... we can and will at
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least stir up some problems. From there we will move on to better things.
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If we can tear down every mainframe computer system in the country, we will
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have started something very interesting. The only problem: the Soviets get
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wise and we may have a nuclear war on our hands once they find out that we
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are defenseless. The problem may be rectified by dismantling their systems
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as well, although that may be more difficult than we think. Let us combine
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our talents and seek to destroy as many systems as we can. Naturally, the
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telephone service systems must be last. For more info on this subject, I am
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putting up a new board called "PHOTMEO's Antics" at the old Chrome Area's
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number. New info will be posted on there daily. Do not start doing anything
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until you get your specific orders via Email from there. Is this all
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understood?"
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The people nodded their heads agreeingly. This was new to no one. They
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had been in this sort of thing for years, and what <*Poof!*> proposed was not
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was not at all out of the question. If they pulled their resources, it could
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be done. It would take some work, but it could be done. There was much dis-
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cussion about the matter afterwards over tea and coffee. Hours later, the
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people left... and the auditorium was emptied of the PHOTMEO. But the world
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was not....
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6 AND THE STORY CONTINUES....
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