1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask.... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 6 APR 85 ********************** 3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator 4 ************************************************************ 5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION 6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM. 7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned 8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public. 9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is 10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which 11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be 12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved) 13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the 14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the 15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace 16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up. 17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system. 18 ***************************************************************** 19 20 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?`? ? ?`? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/? ? ? ? ? ? ? 21 Yes people. blatherings at the top. 22 Scavengers entry on drive B, The only person I know who uses "nifty" is 23 Prometheus. But the "nyah" brings back such memories. Lysias? 24 Then again, it looked so, so Promethean! 25 Pam:Living? My setup works, lets do it. 26 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/? ? ? ? ? ? ?C 27 ******************************************************************************* 28 TO downloaders: More on the quirks of BW downloading... 29 Please note that the major cause of the loss of data at the beginning of each 30 line is because BW puts the line in a buffer while you are entering it. 31 When you send a carriage return, it tells BW to go put the line on the disk. 32 Now of course before it can do this, it first must find out 'where' on the 33 disk to put it. It knows the sector to put it on, but it has to move the 34 head in the disk drive and wait for the sector to revolve under the head. 35 This takes about 200ms for the sector to show up, plus about 50ms for the 36 head to be loaded and stablized. For a sum total of 250ms, or 1/4 of a second. 37 This is fine if we are sitting on the proper track already, but if we have 38 to move, then we add in another 40ms for each track we move to. Normally on 39 a standard entry, we only have to move one track at worst since it is all 40 entered sequentially. thus a total worst case end of line delay of 290ms. 41 throw in an extra 10ms to round it up to 300ms, or 1/3 sec. However, sometimes 42 because of a disk error, for whatever reason, it may not find it on the first 43 revolution of the disk and we have to wait for it to come around again, thus 44 we add another 200ms to our total to be sure. Sum total = 500ms, or 1/2 sec 45 end of line delay. Ok, you ask that sounds good, but what this one and two 46 second delay stuff you been talking about? Well, I personally have this 47 paranoid thing when it comes to hardware and software, when ever I find the 48 proper delay for something, I always double it "just to be sure". Thus I use 49 a one second delay at the end of each line 'just to be sure'. Ok, you ask, 50 that's fine, but what about the 2 second delay? Ah, glad you asked! Remember 51 what I said earlier about it taking 40ms to move from one track to another? 52 Well, what happens if the disk is full, and the head is sitting at the 53 beginning of the disk? It has to step thru all 35 tracks to get to the end. 54 At 40ms per track, that's 1.4 seconds to get to the end. Thus what will happen 55 if you only use a one second delay, is that the first line will be put on the 56 disk fine, but it will still be busy writting it to disk while your sending the 57 second line. Thus the second line of the message (and only the second line) 58 will be missing some characters at the beginning. How to get around this? 59 Well, 1.) you could use a two second end of line delay, or 2.) You could do 60 like I do, and type BOTTOM 'before' typing ENTER. This puts the head at 61 the end of the drive ready to enter a message without having to move the head 62 so bloody far the first time. Thus allowing you to use the one second delay. 63 A further note, when you do a control C to get out of the enter mode, it moves 64 the head back to the beginning of the disk to save where the last used sector 65 was. An exception is if you fill the disk up, and it exits enter mode 66 automatically, in which case there is no automatic update, and the head gets 67 left at the bottom. This is the reason for the OFF command still being here, 68 since if you don't type OFF before hanging up, the last sector information 69 won't be updated, and thus all that nifty end of the disk stuff you wrote 70 will be gone to the four winds. So, when you type the OFF command, what it 71 does is to simply move the head to the first sector and write to disk the last 72 known used sector. (as well as such things as current margin, protection, ect.) 73 Now that I've bored you all to death, ON WITH THE STORIES! 74 ******************************* CISTOP MIKEY ****************************** 75 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (96:16) 76  Cistop Mikey: Many thanks--you didn't bore me. I've learned a lot from your 77 entries the past few days. Is there any way this sort of information could be 78 made permanently available, so people who don't happen to log on when it's here 79 could send for it and thus not waste the system's time (and LINES) figuring out 80 how to upload? I should think new users would be glad to send a little cash for 81 a few xeroxed pages of instructions. 82 It looks now as if I don't need any software fix if I type BOTTOM before I 83 ENTER (I already had a one-second delay). But I don't quite understand why 84 reading the last few lines on DB to see how many were left for my test wasn't 85 the same as BOTTOM. Was it because I fixed the margin--did it go back to the 86 first sector to save that at the time of the MA command? 87 All: I still say even the simplest upload software should have 88 intercharacter delay capability (which is not at all hard to put in) because if 89 delays are needed only with cheap modems, that's all the more reason why 90 software for cheap machines--whose owners are most apt to HAVE cheap modems-- 91 needs to compensate for modem deficiencies. (Also, though BW can accept 92 characters at 300 baud from a good enough modem, many BBSs cannot.) Why do I 93 feel this is worth saying here? Because I never waste a chance to combat the 94 myth that "sophisticated" features are of use only to people with large 95 expensive systems, and/or are beyond the reach of those who can't spend a lot of 96 money for them. --SYLVIA, AKA "PROGRAMMER" 97 98 Mikey: Phew!! 99 ________________ 100 101 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*} 102 As the group of startled observers began to mumble confusedly among 103 themselves, Merlin regained his composure and approached an amazed 104 Arthur. 105 "It didn't do that before!" cried Arthur. 106 "I'll explain that later," replied Merlin in a fatherly tone. "The 107 important thing is that it will probably draw quite a crowd, so be 108 prepared to be mobbed." 109 The crowd did indeed gather, and soon Arthur and Merlin were 110 engulfed in people, nervously chattering as the tale of Arthur's deed 111 was related again and again by the lucky observers. Arthur did not 112 release the sword from his grasp, but held it stiffly as though it 113 would turn on him at any moment. His mind was a confused jumble of 114 memories and jabbering onlookers with an occasional jar by someone 115 patting him on the back. As he stood there, he began to hear a 116 distant rumbling at the edge of the crowd. The commotion increased as 117 the crowd grew silent and parted !s though some large object would 118 soon be rolling in. Arthur recognized the form of his king, Uther 119 Pendragon. 120 "A child!" roared Uther, assuming a livid countenance, "What are we 121 to do with HIM," he pointed an accusatory finger at Arthur, all the 122 while glaring at Merlin with wide red eyes. 123 Merlin had long been Uther's esteemed advisor; a curious figure 124 that remained behind the throne and was the subject of much gossip. 125 Arthur had glimpsed him from afar, but had never before encountered 126 him in person. Nor had he encountered the king, though he knew his 127 own ancestry. Uther apparently did not recognize Arthur as his own 128 illegitimate offspring, either. 129 "King Uther, may I present Arthur. I, myself, can attest to the 130 fact that he has pulled the sword from the stone this day, and can 131 rightfully lay claim to the throne." Merlin's speech was perfunctory 132 and precise, as though this was an ordinary audience before the king. 133 Uther reddened. He grabbed Merlin's arm and spoke with his face 134 close to this advisor's. Arthur could hear his loud, angry whispers. 135 "You said I would rule to the end of my days, you ..." and the tirade 136 lasted for a long time. The nervous crowds had to be repeatedly 137 hushed by the King's Guard. Arthur heard Merlin soothing Uther with 138 talk of his ygung age and tutelage, which irritated Arthur no end. 139 Far too many had cast aspersions regarding his age this day. He knew 140 he was young, but not incapable. As he escaped into his reverie, a 141 second commotion arose from the crowd. He looked up to see a large 142 entourage approach to confront the King. They seemed totally 143 disinterested in Arthur's recent achievement. They were angry and 144 well-armed; even the King's guard did not dare to challenge them. 145 they, however, had other ideas and spoke in decidedly unpeaceful 146 tones. 147 "Pendragon, you have ravished for the last time," the tone was 148 menacing, "we of the far reaches have banded together to end your foul 149 deeds once and for all," and with that, a mail glove was cast to the 150 ground before Uther, who spat on it. 151 "You dare to challenge the King of the Bretons!" Uther's wrath spoke 152 for him. He forgot Arthur totally as he bantered, setting time and 153 place for combat. Arthur felt Merlin's hand on his shoulder. 154 "Do not press your claim now. He must lead; this is his war, not 155 yours." 156 "But you said we'd prevent a war!" Arthur countered, hoping to make 157 sense of the whole matter. 158 "I said we'd prevent your war. Let this be your first lesson, boy, 159 that Uther is a man, not a King. His honor was questionable to 160 himself, so he feels it necessary to defend it. A man must be allowed 161 to defend his honor, or he is less than a man. But a King may not, he 162 must be of unquestionable honor himself; an insult to him is an insult 163 to the kingdom. He must allow his subjects to defend his honor, since 164 they are defending their kingdom. Your honor will no longer be your 165 own." 166 Arthur puzzled at this curious speech. He felt sure he had heard 167 the truth, but was confused. As all retired to the camp for a war 168 council, he continued to ponder the message, all the time, clutching 169 the sword that had changed his life. 170 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*} 171 Gee, it's neat to watch the border come out when downloading. I don't 172 mind the technical jargon at all, as I know it will be used by those 173 who have need of it. The other neat thing about today is that it's all 174 allowed! That's a new phenomenon for me, and at the risk of the above, 175 I'll try a little editing on line! I'm not staying on any one subject, 176 am I? Oh, well, too much sunshine on the brain! I'll stop before I 177 start talking like a cheerleader. Isis 178 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*} 179 HEY EVERYBODY,THIS IS NEAT!! 180 I'M PRETTY NEW ON THIS BOARD,AND I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS. 181 1)JUST WHAT IS THIS BOARD USED FOR? 182 2)HOW DO YOU FING MESSAGES THAT ARE SUPOSED TO BE DIRECTED AT YOU? 183 3)DOES THIS BOARD SEND NAMES WITH THE MESSAGES?(TO SO & SO,FROM SO & SO) 184 4)BYE EVERYBODY! 185 186 EXIT 187 188 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 189 Grann was silent for many long moments until, at long last, he decided to 190 speak again. 191 "I wish to learn to defend my honor, and win my beloved." 192 Milchar thought about this, and said, "Tell me the rest- it will help you, 193 and allow me to decide your case." 194 Grann settled down for a long talk, then began: 195 "My home, Greyloam, is a small village that is entirely underground. 196 Many gnomes live there. Many, that is, for gnomes. We live almost hermit- 197 like existances, and several dozen families in a village is a gnome 198 metropolis. Life there is pleasant." 199 "So far," Milchar said, "I haven't heard any reason to teach the Arts to 200 you." 201 "I am coming to that, if you'll just bear with me for the remainder of 202 the story. Gnomes, while being hermit-like most of the time, are highly 203 competitive. I myself have participated in thirty-eight Meets, as we call 204 our village contests. Male gnomes ususally enter the competition to impress 205 females. Meet scores carry great weight in courtship. More than once have 206 the scores broken a tie between two suitors of a female." 207 "And still nothing. Does your story have a point?" 208 "Impatience appears to be your forte. For the past two years, I have 209 struggled to win the hand of Lyna, the daughter of the village leader. There 210 is another, however, who also seeks as I do. Frong would give much to see me 211 fail at the Meets." 212 "How often are your Meets? And what do they have to do with magic?" 213 "They are...eight months apart, by the way you humans measure time. The 214 reason the Meets are connected with magic has to do with another of your kind." 215 "Another mage?" 216 "Indeed, another mage. He wandered near our village, and we gave him 217 shelter. In return, he entertained us with glamours and petty tricks. An 218 innocent enough event, except that it sparked the imaginations of the leader. 219 He had always remarked that there was no way for the quick-minded and feeble- 220 muscled gnomes to participate in the Meets, and that their planning helped 221 us as much as the labor did, but he had never found a way for them to join. 222 Until, of course, the mage taught some of the young his simple tricks. Soon, 223 they were competing. And now magic is a major part of the Meets. Frong, even 224 now, studies magic from a mage from the east. I do not wish to lose the next 225 Meet- surely my love must choose me after this next one! But I need to learn 226 magic....from you." 227 Milchar was silent, then: 228 "Come along, Grann. You've some studying to do." 229 ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 230 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 231 The diminuative train wound its way torturously up the narrow ledge. The 232 shear drop-off, so far that the white water below could not even be heard; a 233 thousand feet at least. Above and bellow, dense green woods. It climbed up 234 the impossible grade. Automatics triggered by an obstruction ahead brought 235 the train to a calm and silent halt. 236 237 A dull witted unigasi nibbled at the stray weeds growing between the nar- 238 row rails. As stuborn as it was beautiful, it's silver-white fluff fur posit- 239 ively glowing, it refused to move. Even as the raucus horn blared repeatedly 240 at programmed intervals. Even as the winged and single horned beast grazed 241 oblivous to it's surroundings, a pair of kitterfiles, their wings like kalid- 242 oscopic jewels, attacked from both sides with tooth, claw, that distended 243 equiod neck. 244 245 Only then did it react with random panic. By then, it's life flowing from 246 torn arteries, it was too late. It's death throws it clear of the track. 247 248 Even as the kitterflies set their cat-like faces to the day's feast, the 249 train was already gliding forward, picking up speed with every inch. 250 251 As the micro-rail's multiple unit coachs wound in and out the side 252 ravines, a gray ediface, capping a distant craig seemed to play hide and seek, 253 growing larger and closer every time it appeared. 254 255 Castle Gray-Slime has a moat. The micro-rail from Thubejubu crosses this 256 moat on bascule bridges which can be drawn up into the slime-stone walls. It 257 also passes through what was once the great wall of Grey-Slime keep. It is 258 here that the 3 car string of diminuative m.u. coaches glides to a scheduled 259 halt. 260 261 Here, for coordinators Nadi, Cele, and Dibec along with a small hand-full 262 of visitors, the morning's journey ends. 263 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* X^n *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 264 and 265 TAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPR 266 ............. ............. ............. ............. 267 Not only did the cold bring frost to the branches, but it gripped and 268 stung the hands and face of this desparate man. Attempting to maintain a 269 steady pace, he could no longer feel his feet as the numbness seeped in through 270 his boots. One thought, one face kept reappearing in his mind; once again he 271 had a goal to reach for. Stumbling in the direction of the town next to the 272 one closest his point of departure he came across a road that gave little sign 273 of having been used within the past several hours. This was where he would 274 make the start of his long trek south. 275 As the signs of civilization unavoidably came into being, Kosta's 276 thoughts returned to those he had most recently met, and subsequently escaped 277 from. First there was Gaudy Minsky; prehaps what it was that had caused him to 278 attempt such a bold measure against her comrades had something to do with her 279 beauty. In a way she had reminded him of the one he was now on a mission to 280 meet again. What was it about her? The face was strikingly simular, but the 281 eyes possessed a different quality, something he could not bring himself to 282 draw away from. They were missing something, yet there was also something 283 more... Was it understaning or confussion? 284 Next in line was Fellows. At first glance he was a shallow man with a 285 quick turn of a phrase or draw of a gun. Upon closer examination one might be 286 able to pick up the traces of a man that hid his complexity with his simply 287 humorous, care-free style. 288 On the other hand there was this Farley person. Had he not tryed to be 289 such an outstanding young member to the taem, he too might have been able to 290 enjoy a care-free nature. Behind his hesitaion there was a certainty, a power 291 that drove him towards excellance. Someday he would play a major role in the 292 continuing existance of NET. He was a good man that was still learning the 293 ropes of the REAL world. 294 And not to forget, there was still L'homme Parity. What had happened 295 that had caused these two men, L'homme and Kosta, to have become so different 296 within their seperation? Now a wiser man, L'homme had somehow changed in his 297 perspective and toleration of those that surrounded him -- accepting some while 298 having since turned on those that have left the fold. Did he really have the 299 attitude of "sour grapes" to those that chose not to remain? So much was to be 300 re-learned of this one time friend and partner. 301 The cold snapped Kosta back to the present as he once again stumbled 302 with cold feet. He blinked an focused his aching eyes on a road sing by the 303 merging roads. It said HOOD RIVER / THE DALLES NEXT RIGHT 304 "One step closer, one less obsticle to overcome. A freind may be 305 visited here... if the friend will permit." Kosta strode on in confidence. 306 KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA 307 Truth hurts? Have questions. Call? Kosta. 308 309 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 310 Intrigued by the invitation, the piper slid into a bench across from the 311 strange apparition. The piper spoke. 312 "The future? You can, then lsee what is in store for yourself and others?" 313 The dark cowl shook with the figure's assent. The piper, while trying to retain 314 a modicum of politeness was unable to see the face hidden under the dark hood. 315 "Would you, perhaps, join me in a mug of the inn's best ale?" inquired the 316 piper, still hoping for a glance into the face of this strange companion. 317 "Yes," the hoarse whisper came. "Yes, indeed. Let us share a mug of the 318 inn's nut-brown ale, then peer together into what the future holds." 319 The piper's ruse was unsucessful -- he brought the ale, and while he was 320 seating himself, his strange acquaintance drank a quantity. Conversation was 321 short, and a disturbance behind caused the piper to turn his head -- another 322 quantity gone from the mug. Hearing his name called, the piper scanned the 323 room in vain, knowing as he did so that the final daught was gone and he was 324 no nearer to seeing the face across the table than when he first sat down. 325 "So, then." The hoarse whisper claimed the piper's attention. 326 "We now look into the future to see what is in store for you, Piper-man." 327 Thin, pale hands emerged from the dark sleeves and arrainged a number of 328 objects on the table in front of the piper. "Pass your hands over these tools 329 and we shall choose that which is most suited to you." 330 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 331 Not to worry Piper, it is Bozo the ex-clown going to show you some baloon 332 tricks while his bright red nose blinks! 333 *)_*%_)#@*%)_@#*%_)*^)_*^_@)*^_)@*&_)*&_)&^_)*^_)#*^_)*^_)@*^_#$^*_@^*#$^_*#^ 334 KOSTA : I am stunned! Your last two entries have broght a completely different, 335 and welcome light to the story. Terrific! For truths, check P.C.S... 336 Farley : Happy belated B-Day. I missed the proper day due to modemus busiest 337 affliction. Better late then never though. 338 Themnax: SW1: Up-Supports DTR; Down-Ignores DTR lead. 339 SW2: Up-verbose results; Down-Non-verbose result codes. 340 SW3: Up-Quiet. No results sent; Down-Result codes are sent 341 SW4: Up-Echo chars in command state; Down-No echo unless half-duplex. 342 SW5: Up-Auto answer 1st ring; Down-Do not answer. 343 SW6: Up-Reads status of carrier detect; Down-C.D. true at all times. 344 SW7: Up-Setting used for RJ11 jack; Down-RJ12 or RJ13 multiline key 345 set installations. 346 SW8: Ignore, not used. 347 Hope this helps... 348 Voyeur: HONYWELL didn't do too well did it? Did you happen to check in 80-Micro 349 and see the ad for MLINK. "The Best Communications Software you can buy for 350 a MicroComputer Today." Sure it is... And it only costs $250! Maybe we can 351 stew something up in Turbo Pascal. 352 *)_$*%)_*%_)@#*%)_@#*%_)@#*%_)@#*% L'homme sans Parity *%_)#*%_@#*%@)_*%!_)*%_@)# 353 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+> 354 Zippy: Hows life? I have had an.............interesting weekend. The 355 drives are perdy anit thay? Do you still plan to gofor a Z80 system? If so 356 Kevin just might have a deal for you...Speaking of him. Did I tell you about 357 his new job? The one involving an IBM 4341? 358 359 Asp 360 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+|~ 361 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 362 Follow the Leader 363 364 The throngs began nearly a quartermile from the entrance. Every description 365 imaginable stood in the makeshift lines, moving slowly, all with the same 366 destination. The lucky ones wore nametags. Did they forget who they were, only 367 to be reminded with the convience on the front of their shirts? Probably not, 368 but it was fun to think about. Thousands of people waited, some more patiently 369 than others. The occasional press against my back brought me back to reality. 370 It was always the same. No matter how crammed together people get, there are 371 always more to make the compaction more complete. Always more, it's never- 372 ending. 373 374 The line began to move again. Someone called out from the behind me. "Is 375 this the line for ticket holders? Am I in the right line?" Replys came from 376 all directions. "Yea, you're in the right line. We're standing in line to 377 buy tickets." "Hey buddy, the ticket line is on the other side of the building. 378 You aren't supposed to be here unless you already have your ticket." "I'm just 379 waiting to get up front, so I can find out what the Hell is going on." Everyone 380 has a different answer. To each his own. Doesn't anyone know what's going on? 381 382 This group mentality makes us all dump apes. No one thinks for himself. 383 We see a line, and immediatly go to the end of it. No one really knows what 384 the line leads to, or if it has any purpose at all. We're just born to stand 385 in line and wait. 386 387 They treat us all like monkeys. 388 They make us stand in line. 389 They give us a hundred dollars a week. 390 And take back ninety-nine. 391 392 "Would you like one today? Would you like one today?" A short man wearing 393 an earing stepped from person to person, offering a small pamphlet. Sometimes 394 the man moved to a new person with his offering. Other times the line moved 395 enough that the man's next client moved up to meet him. The reactions were as 396 varied as the individuals who gave them. Some ignored the man, looking away 397 so to block out the man's existance. Others reacted with sincere interest. 398 They took the man's literature, and some even continued to talk to the man 399 even when it was painfully obvious the man wished to move on and distribute, 400 not discuss. A few took the handout without a word, and deposited it on 401 the ground a few feet later, out of the passing man's view. It soon became 402 a chore to avoid the fallen pages, littered like so many leaves cast with 403 random on the ground. 404 405 The man was finally far down the line around a curve and out of sight. The 406 line was moving faster now. People who shuffled before were now forced into 407 a more lively gait. The man in front of me, about fortyish, and balding, 408 the sun glistening off the sweat on top of his head, jerked the arm of the 409 little boy who had accompanied him in this line today. The child was slow, 410 and the father was rather rough in getting him going. That mentality again. 411 Move forward, more forward, at any cost. Don't care what it takes, just move 412 forward. 413 414 The entrance was coming into sight now, and the line slowed down again. 415 People having trouble with their tickets. Angry shouts drift from ahead. 416 Someone is obviously disgusted with the slowness, and they aren't shy about 417 showing the world how they feel. Why does Man revert when standing in a line? 418 Is it something more than 'I Hate to Wait?' Is everyone a type-A person when 419 they stand in a long line? I don't have time to answer these earth-shattering 420 questions now. The line has started to move again, very fast now. I am almost 421 up to the front of the line. 422 423 The little group around me would soon be broken up. We would go our 424 separate ways once inside. I would never see the rough man and the little 425 kid again. I would never see the coughing gentleman behind me, who cooled 426 my neck with his blasts of air because he failed to cover his mouth. I 427 would never see the pamplet man again. I took one of his handouts, and I 428 didn't throw it away, but that didn't matter. These people were strangers, 429 and they will remain strangers. The last couple hours in the heat, standing, 430 moving, and standing again means nothing. 431 432 I am at the front now at last. The waiting is over. It is worth it though. 433 It's always worth it at the end of the line, when the waiting is over. 434 435 "Sorry sir, wrong line." 436 437 A Hopefull Writer 438 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 439 440 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& 441 As I stumble down the old road, following a small, grey cable often unused, 442 I see the object of my search ahead. Yes, it's the old, familiar inn!! 443 Mikey, Piper, MIG, and the rest, here I come! But something has changed... 444 The inn is no lonmegerger the same building, quite. One side seems to fuzz 445 away into the distance, but no matter. I have arrived! 446 447 HELLO ALL YOU PEOPLE, I'm Back! Aren't yoru glad to see me..... 448 449 The inn is crowded, with some old faces, some new. The piper is 450 engrossed wihtth a strange man, whho reminds me of...well never mind. 451 Looking around, I see a familiar greay heap at a table in the corner. 452 Hey, MIDG, how are you? Care to fill me in on current events, stories, 453 wars, fantasies, etc.?? 454 455 God, it's good to be back!!\ 456 457 458 Jonathan Chance 459 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& 460 461 SDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSD 462 Fortunes of a Fool 463 Ivan the simpletion had never spoken with a frog before. But it did not seem str 464 ange to him that a fromg knew how to speak; Ivan believed that any animal would 465 talk, if given provocation. The way they sometimes looked at you, it seemed to I 466 van that they were just about to speak, only for somereason chose not to at the 467 last minute. He had shared this insight with his Uncle Vanya in the tavern on ni 468 ght, and Uncle Vaynya had agreed with him. 469 "Just so, Ivanushka," he said. "Why, only just this morning, I went into the bar 470 n to milk the cow, and I was in a hurry so I forgot to warm my hands before the 471 milking. The moment that I touched her teats, she turned a reproachful look upon 472 me a'Vanya, your hands are cold.' And I said, 'So they are, I'm sorry, I 473 forgot to warm them first.' At which the cow nodded understandingly and said, 'I 474 forgive you, Vanya, but see that you do not forget again.' And, just to remind m 475 e not to forget, she gave me less milk than she does usually." 476 And then the men in the tavern had laughed uproariously, and Ivan had laughed wi 477 th them, though he did not quite see why the story was to funny. But ever since 478 then, he had always made sure to warm his hands before helping Uncle Vanya with 479 the milking. And it seemed to him that the cows always looked at him with gratit 480 ude. Yet, they never spoke to him. But this did not surprise Ivan. After all, he 481 was a simpleton. Everybody said so, even Uncle Vanya. And if animals only speak 482 when its important, why should they speak to him? He was not important. Everybod 483 y said so. Whenever he wanted to discuss something with someone, they smiled at 484 him and said, "Ivanushka, that's not important." 485 So Ivan had taken to discussing matters with himself. Not too far behind the lit 486 tle farm where he lived with Uncle Vanya and Aunt Sonya, there was a stream fed 487 by the snow that melted from the mountains. A large willow tree grew on the bank 488 of the little stream, and its roots were thick and protruded from the ground. Th 489 e way the roots protruded and the tree trunk angled away slightly from the strea 490 m, it made i nice place to sit, almost like a comforable chair, and Ivan would g 491 o there every day when his chores were done to nibble on some stale bread, toss 492 some pebbles in the water, and discuss things with himself. He always paid close 493 attention when he spoke, even if the things he said were not important. 494 During a pause in his conversation with himself, Ivan noticed at little frog sit 495 ting on a rock in the middle of the stream. The frog was watching him intently. 496 "Are you hungry?" asked Ivan 497 The little green frog seemed to nod. 498 "I can offer you some bread," Ivan said, breaking off a frog-sized piece and 499 tossing it carefully so that it landed on the large flat rock. "I'm sorry that 500 it's a little stale, but it's all I have." 501 The frog disn't seem to mind. It greedily gobbled up the little piece of bread, 502 and Ivan tossed it another . 503 "Now there's life," Ivan said. "Nothing to do but lie upon a rock all day and su 504 n yourself. You can take a swim anytime you want, you don't have chores to do, 505 and if you're hungry, all you need to do is lie very still and wait for a nice 506 big juicy fly to happen by. And at night you can sings to your heart's content 507 , and no one yells at you to be quiet. Oh, to be a frog!" 508 "You woundn't like it very much," the frog said quietly. 509 Ivan sat up. "What did you say?" 510 "I said, you woundn't like it very much, being a frog," the frog said, more 511 distinctly. 512 "Oh? Why not?" 513 "Being a frog is vastly overrated," said the frog with a sigh. "It's not as easy 514 you think. You always have to be on guard for a hungry fox or a ravenous raccoon 515 . If you lie down upon a rock to close your eyes and sun yourself, some sadistic 516 child tries to smash you with a stick. The water's very cold, and flies taste 517 awful. Try eating one and find ou for yourself. And as for the singing, all frog 518 s ever sing about is how tough life is when you're a frog. I just can't stand it 519 ." 520 "But you're a frog," Ivan said. "It's what your lot in life is. My lot in life i 521 s to get up at dawn and work 'til dusk, doing my chores." 522 "And to sleep in a warm bed-" 523 "I sleep on a straw mattress in the barn." Ivan said. 524 "Whatever. It's a vast improvement over a cold rock." 525 "That's true," Ivan admitted. 526 "And you get to eat warm, fresh baked bread-" 527 "Aunt Sonya sells the bread," said Ivan. "I only get the stale stuff that's left 528 over." 529 The frog shot out its long tongue and scored a direct hit on a passing fly. 530 "There you are," the frog said. "A nice big juicy fly. And it's freshly killed, 531 not stale. Which would you rather have, the fly or you stale bread?" 532 "I'll take the bread, I think," Ivan said. 533 "There, you see? Just as I expected. You're not quite ready to trade places with 534 me yet, whereas I would trade places with you in an instant. A warm straw mattre 535 ss and a loaf of stale bread - now there's the stuff of paradise!" 536 SDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSD 537 More to come!!! 538 ISIS: bravo!!! 539 SDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSD 540 ::::::::::O O::::::::21:12:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::04/07::::::::O O::::::::: 541 L'homme: I looked at my Archives. I counted only 288 files (boy were We off!), 542 occupying 10,429,597 (actual, not disk) bytes. If the line numbers were to be 543 removed, that would free up almost 700K of space. Just thought you'd be interested. 544 ::::::::::O O:::::::::::::::::::::voyeur::::::::::::::::::::::::O O::::::::::::: 545 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 546 The slime-stone district is unusual even for this hexisphere of Lananara. 547 Micro-rails are almost never used for long distance/cross-country transport, 548 being mostly confined to high-population areas for automatic, schedule on demand 549 local transport. For county wide nets, the more comodios meter gauge mini-rail 550 is more common. The only common exception to this is in areas of environmental 551 fragility and animal migration patterns, here some sort of post and beam mono- 552 rail is the usual solution. 553 Destrict Slime-stone's population is too small and its resources too limit- 554 ed to support even this. It is only because of the historical signifigance of 555 Castle Grey-slime and its promonent place in the thousand year old prophesys of 556 Lanujafa that it continues to exist at all. 557 Outside, in the sunlit baily, five scared and battered horizontaly elongate 558 crystaloid shaped single-ships nodded and bobbed on thair gravs. Only invisable 559 teathers of electromagnetic force kept thair eight ton bulk from drifting majes- 560 ticaly away on the light breeze. 561 In a small 9-sided room, directly below the 'new' great hall, Debic seated 562 himself at his time-worn data station, one of nine, in the traditional circular 563 cluster. 564 This is another peculiarity of Grey-slime. It is here and nowere else, on 565 all of Lananara, that a local house of deliberation meets and conducts both 566 buissness and cerimony in what is essencialy the private residance of the Celo- 567 op-Soco gaurdian and his or her immediate family. Though in practice, Castle 568 Grey-slime is a vertual mazriqual-adkar. 569 Even as the coordinators of Grey-slime, in a calm, and preyrful attitude, 570 conducted thair consultations, the great Jejkrekian battle-fleet massed to 571 pounce on that 'helpless planet of pacifists'. 572 The first item on the agenda in befor Debic and the others was the need to 573 promote an increased production of ultrasonic powerbands on a massive scale and 574 distributing them, with approapriat training in thair use, to everyone interes- 575 ted in becoming so trained and equiped. This was quickly and unanimosly 576 approved. 577 At the craftufacturing center in Thededela, Rera had set up a mini pro- 578 duction facility in her booath. 25 power bands would be completed before the 579 day was out. Already 10 were finished and it was still morlning. The remain- 580 ing 15 were in varios stages of assembly. 581 She had no idea what was so special about power bands all of a sudden but 582 the needs list on her persoinnal terminal this morning said something about a 583 bonus. That was good enough for her. Perhaps she'd be able to save up enough 584 for a vacation off planet. 585 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* X^n *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 586 L'homme:tnx+ for the info. now mby I'll be able to get Michael Peirce's modem 587 back to him, or who knows. 588 Miiiig:got those docs ok? They ought to do it. Other m. i. g. showed up ok. 589 So did Lysias briefly. 590 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 591 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 592 SD -- Very true! My cow, Lassie, agrees with you 100 percent, and wishes 593 to add that people who persist in not warming their hands can find themselves 594 rudely ejected from the barn by a large manure-covered hoof. 595 more on story when more disk -- 596 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 597 Captains log; stardate: 2343.6 598 luetenaut commang 599 leutenant commander Spock t 600 Spock reporting........ 601 602 The captain head injury is more 603 exstensive than doctor MaCoy's 604 speculation. Though he will recover, 605 the enterprise lie's helpless to the 606 Klingon's mass attacks. I have been 607 therorising with an idea that will 608 startle the Klingon's, (to say the 609 least..). 610 611 Spock out....... 612 613 %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% 614 OFF 615 616 617 ^^^^^ and then will come the time for healing and passing 618 ^^^^^ confusion is not an obstacle, but merely the means to 619 ^^^^^ greater enlightenment. (i wish i were as wise as i sound) 620 (read that as one line and two lines) TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 620