1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 12 DEC 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 Ripple: L'homme says that you had a question on COPYLINK. Anything I can help with? 21 *********************************** CISTOP MIKEY ******************************** 22 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -JUGGLER- -+- -+- -+- 23 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\27 24 "...kill him. I'll kill him..." 25 "Kill who?" 26 James jolted awake when he realized that he had been actually speaking. He relaxed when he saw that it wasn't 27 Putzie standing over him. It was a much older man, more than a little overweight with a receding white hairline and a 28 neat, greying beard. He had a warm, friendly twinkle in his eye that would put the most nervous patient to ease. "Oh. 29 Hi, Doc Kanden." 30 Doc Kanden had a small medical scanner that he was studying. After a moment, he looked up. "You sounded pretty 31 upset. Who is it that you are intending to kill in my hospital?" 32 "Three guesses." James replied grumpily. Despite his aggravation, he actually felt much better. 33 "I see. Why you two can't get along is beyond me. By the way, I've turned off the neutralizer. Try to move your 34 left arm, just a little." 35 James slowly raised his hand and his back started throbbing immediately. He tried to move it across his chest. Then 36 he felt pain. No, he felt Pain. In a pinched voice, he said, "Hurts, Doc." 37 "As well it should." Doc Kanden grabbed his wrist and gently placed he arm back where it was. The pain quickly 38 subsided to excruciating. "But you are still healing amazingly fast. Only five days and you are already halfway to 39 being discharged. Anybody else I'd expect to still be critical. You were very badly hurt. Willerd did a masterful job 40 of patching you up." 41 "Yeah, I guess he did. But I sure ain't gonna tell him." 42 Doc Kanden sighed, "I didn't really think so." 43 As he started to leave, James called out "Wait." 44 Doc turned around grimly. He already knew what James was going to ask. 45 "What about the rest?" 46 Doc suddenly looked and sounded much older. "It doesn't look good. The force you were using to sustain yourself has 47 been badly depleted and you lost some ground. From the looks of things you probably cut your remaining time down by a 48 quarter." 49 James was silent, trying to let it soak in. A quarter... 50 Doc Kanden continued, "I'm sorry..." 51 James waved him off. "Don't be. I'd... just like to be alone for a while." 52 The doctor left quietly and James was left alone with his thoughts again. 53 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 54 """""""""""""""""" 55 Juggler: Nice entry on the last disk. 56 """"""""""""""""""SOLI 57 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 58 59 Franklin Pervis eased into his comfortable old work chair and flicked on the 60 word processor in front of him. Already , his first article had provided a 61 few leads... as well as more than a few crackpot calls from people either 62 claiming to be Delta V or those who swore he had killed their mother not 63 three or four weeks ago. 64 65 He stared at the papers in front of him. He glanced at a plain white card, 66 sent to him from some guy named Nick Young. Pervis chuckled and muttered to 67 himself about the crackpots who come out of the woodwork claiming to know 68 something about everything but who in fact only want to see their name in 69 the paper. He tossed the card in the round file and continued leafing through 70 the papers. 71 72 The memo from Scotland Yard intrigued him most. His source was impeccable, and 73 Franklin noted wryly that suddenly his subject was under the scrutiny of a lot 74 of different people around the world. He didn't know if it was due to his 75 article or not, and he didn't care. 76 77 He just wasn't sure whether he really wanted to be investigating this man, 78 he could almost feel the presence of him around every corner. His stench 79 of death pervaded every sense of Franklin Pervis' being. 80 81 He wiped his brow and began his second entry, in what he hoped would be a 82 continuing series of articles. 83 84 But he could never quite shake that feeling of dread... 85 86 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 87 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 88 Nick Young strode forcefully up to the receptionist's desk in the 89 lobby of the local rag. 90 "Frankilin Pervis?" He quizzed the lady there. 91 She pointed. "Thanks..." Nick tipped his hat and strode off in the 92 direction she had indeicated. 93 PEN NAME 94 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 95 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE NICK THING WITH THE CRITICS? 96 97 TRIPPING ON BOOKS by Clark 98 99 I...have...fallen into the book, but that's impossible!!! I mean it's 100 a great book and all but people just don't go around falling into the 101 plots of the books they read. This can't be happening! There must be 102 another explanation... 103 "How would you answer the question Mr Gray?" 104 He was asking Tim to respond to the question! Panic has a way of 105 clogging the throat of even the most talkative student. Panic over the 106 question; panic over the whole situation. 107 "I am sorry, could you repeat the question?" 108 "Certainly Mr Gray, but next time pay a little more attention if you 109 will. The question concerns the roots of our new State Act in the 110 redistribution-of-wealth movements starting late 1988." 111 Shit! It's only 1985. Or it was only 1985. Er, I have only lived to 112 1985. What am I going to... 113 "The class is waiting. Certainly you remember the Frenchman I.M. 114 Meager's movements of the period? It was he who was mainly responsible for 115 most of the uprisings across Europe." 116 "Yes, of course. Meager... Well I would say the new Act is the 117 State's effort to redistribute the wealth of the people into... the 118 government's hands. I mean that's what it looks like to me. It's like the 119 Infernal Revenue Service in the eighties, only worse. Now they want 120 everything!" 121 A silenced hush fell over the classroom. Tim then realized what he 122 just said could probably be construed as treason under the new government. 123 Normally he would never think of acting treasonable, but this was anything 124 but normal. 125 "Very interesting observation Tim. I would like to talk to you after 126 class, if you wouldn't mind." 127 Tim could hardly believe it. "Sure." was the only thing he could 128 manage to mutter. 129 The class then went on almost as if nothing happened. Tim did 130 notice that a few of the other students in the classroom stole occasional 131 glances at him though. 132 After class Tim crammed all of his books, including his copy of 133 "George's War", into a red vinyl-like carrying bag. He stayed seated while 134 professor Gratis talked to a few students at the front of the room. Soon 135 the lingering students left, and George made his way to where Tim sat. 136 George Gratis was about 6 feet tall. His hair was closely cropped, 137 but his full beard did not share the same careful attention. He wore the 138 same brown fatigues that everyone else wore, including Tim. Instead of the 139 clothes appearing almost tailor-made like they did for the other students, 140 George's hung from his large frame in unruly patterns. George sat at on a 141 desk opposite of Tim's seat. 142 "That was a very interesting answer you gave today Tim. How long 143 have you felt this way about the government." Professor Gratis spoke in 144 hushed tones, as if wanting to keep this conversation for Tim's ears only. 145 What could Tim say that wouldn't sound crazy? He had been transported 146 into a science fiction book twelve years in the future. He was sitting before 147 the main character in the book, discussing treasonable subjects regarding 148 the State. Tim was sitting with a professor in a classroom like he had a 149 hundred times in three and a-half years at his university. Tim was in 150 another world, and he didn't know quite what to say. 151 152 153 154 TRIPPING ON BOOKS 155 156 ***************************************************************************** 157 __________________________________________________________________ 158 NET INTERNAL MEMO 159 FM : RESEARCH 160 TO : MR. MacHinery 161 162 Apparently those jokers at undergound are at it again. Ears 163 have picked up increased transmission on their broascast lines, 164 and content seems to be regarding the Delta 5/Wassir/European 165 affair. Since the crypto department broke their code last summer, 166 we have had little trouble keeping tabs on underground, but their 167 interference on this matter could cause complications. May we 168 remind you of the infamous 'Stumblefoot' incident two years ago 169 involving that underground agent who managed to fall into a 170 firefight between NET agents and the Dangerfield kamakazi squad. 171 The complete report is contained online under /fool/org. 172 __________________________________________________________________ 173 174 .asmic delight. 175 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 176 "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Pervis, but this was just delivered and the 177 messenger said you'd want to see it immediately...." Pervis opened the large manila envelope and 178 extracted to contents. A photograph fell out and landed at the feet of the man 179 who was sitting across from Franklin. He picked it up, gasped, and fell back into his chair. He 180 had instantly recognized the woman and two children posed standing in front of the nearly new 181 frame house... Franklin too, was looking at a photograph, and was equally paled. He quickly invest- 182 igated the other items on his desk. There were two keys. His heart sank, and he shuddered. The 183 key was distinct, it was an Abloy, tho only pickproof lock on the market, and there was a number 184 scratched on it. It was his house number. The note was one typewritten sheet, and said simply, 185 "Mr. Pervis, Mr 186 Young. I believe you understand what is meant by the items in front of you. Now. My "threat" was 187 intended to scare you, and only that. I do not go around offing people unless they are an immediate 188 threat to me. I see I have succeeded in making you understand what it is like to live with fear. 189 I livw with it every day of my life. I was never going to kill you, Pervis. I will not kill you 190 nor will I interfere in your life in any way, as long as you leave me alone. And when I give my 191 word, I keep it. You will find this to be true when you recieve the communique that was recently 192 sent to you from Scotland Yard." 193 The note went on to say" This is to you, Mr. Young. You are way out of your league. Leave it 194 alone or you will not live to see Christmas, and I think yhe people in the photo will miss you. 195 There was no signature, but scotch taped to the botom of the page was a triangle made of yellow 196 plastic. Engraved in the center was the Roman numeral five. 197 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 198 SOLI, thanks... (Even if I did repeat myself at 199 the bottom there. Second phones aren't great for 200 maintaining trains of thought.) 201 Dr. Frankenstupe; Oh, I'm around, just not as much 202 as I used to be. Writer's block hits everyone. 203 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 204 IS CBBS/ALOHA DOWN, OR WHAT? 205 ______________________________JD 2446411.9138____________________________ 206 DON'T KNOW, BUT I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET ON FOR SVERAL DAYS. 207 208 o 209 ? 210 211 q 212 /o 213 214 215 216 217 218 off 219  220 h 221 Outside the night was as black as a coal miners tee-shirt and the rain was 222 coming down in sheets. An occasional stab of lighting would fill the room 223 with white light. The room was a well appointed library with all the 224 trimmings you had grown accustomed to seeing in all those old black and 225 white mystery movies of the late thirties and early forties. Only this was 226 no play-it-for-fun mystery where everyone went home at the conclusion and 227 had a nice warm meal then went to bed with the little woman for a nice bit 228 of tail and a long snooze. 229 You were standing in the middle of the room looking down at the very 230 ugly and very dead body of what had been up until about what appeared to be 231 about an hour or two ago your not so loving ex-wife. She wore a death 232 grimmace for a smile, not unlike the only smile she ever gave you when she 233 was living. A hard thought to have at a time like this, but all you could 234 think of was how you would not have to make out this months alimony check 235 after all. 236 The call came into your home phone at 1:00 am not two hours after you 237 had gone to bed after a long day up the gorge on an insurance investigation 238 for one of the wealthy Japanese fruit growers having a problem with some of 239 his hispanic pickers claiming a bad back after a fall from a ladder. Yes, 240 you had come to this. Not the glamorus image everyone has of a private 241 investigator. No Magnum PI this. The voice on the other end of the line 242 told you in a strangely artificial tone that should meet this person at 243 the Zinns residence in one hour if you were available and interested in a 244 considerable fee. Fee, that was the magic word and you were off without a 245 second thought. Your first mistake. Not however the last. 246  247 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. 248 Actually, this should be before piper's last entry... 249 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. 250 Cragmore, Emu and Bard headed back into the control room in 251 silence. The trip was soon to be over, and Emu was a little 252 disappointed. After seeing that their leader was alright and had 253 reconciled himself with Aedem, Emu knew that there would be little 254 more to the trip than setting the coordinates for the Inn and and 'hit 255 the GO button'. 256 Home. remembered the strange circumstances under which they left. 257 The Zephyr the rabbit had almost ruined the mission before it had even 258 started. "He's probably still there whimpering away." Emu thought out 259 loud. "I wonder... when did we leave..." 260 Cragmore and Bard weren't sure what Emu was mumbling about as he 261 seated himself into the pilot's chair, but they did see a snicker 262 suddenly replaced the sullen look that he wore. 263 "Set positional coordinates for the Inn, Bard. See how close you 264 can come to our point of departure." Emu almost seemed to swagger with 265 the order. 266 "Aye-aye, captain!" Bard returned, getting into the newfound 267 spirit. Emu set a couple dials very carefully. Bard thought he heard 268 Emu mumble something about landing "sur un lapin", but didn't catch 269 the whole phrase. As Cragmore went back to see what Trainor was 270 calling for, the proverbial switch was "flicked" and they were on 271 their way home. 272 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. 273 274 Sitting in front of a small inn, Jedediah Robinson watched the 275 rabbit. It had just caused quite a commotion, and it had been a long 276 time since Jed had heard such angry words this close to the Rowan 277 tree. Ever since he came on as gardener, he had never seen the old 278 tree look as wilted as it did just now, just after that nasty scene. 279 The rabbit had almost gotten itself killed, pulling those 280 manipulation tricks. It was a case of trying to be too cute. The 281 rabbit thought that it could flash its pretty little eyes and the 282 travelers would give him anything he wanted. But they didn't let him 283 get away with it. No, they caught on right quick, though they had 284 trouble getting rid of the little pest. They didn't want anything 285 manipulating them, and they kicked him out of their ship. 286 Jed knew what it felt like to be manipulated, and felt little 287 sympathy for the rabbit. It had been treated more than fairly, after 288 what it had done. Now, it just sat and whimpered, sniffling at the 289 recently vacanted lawn. Remembering that the back corral still needed 290 mending, Jed started for the workshed. 291 The rabbit sat there for another moment or two, nibbled another 292 blade of grass, and headed for the door of the inn. After a short 293 time, the door was opened and he slipped in through a magician's feet. 294 295 A sparkling was first heard, then seen. The recognizable shift in 296 the wavelength of light foretold the arrival of a time machine. It 297 slowly began to take shape, and soon was fully materialized. The 298 artwork on the outsides of the timeship, when seen by even the most 299 unimaginative eye, depicted several scenes involving both human and 300 animal-like bodies in very compromising positions. 301 Presently, the door slid open and several very weary looking 302 travelers stepped into the open. One was very audible in expressing 303 its delight in "only missing ten minutes of drinking time, but darn 304 it, we missed the damn rabbit!" The others nodded and chuckled, and 305 all headed into the inn. 306 307 The travelers didn't notice the slim figure slip out of the 308 machine after them. Dressed in a black full length robe, it went 309 directly to the Rowan tree, where it snapped off a small sprig. 310 Turning away, the hood was let down to reveal a beautiful young woman 311 with raven hair. She kissed the sprig and held it carefully up to 312 her rounded bosum. With a wink and a sigh, the woman disappeared. 313 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu 314 315 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 316 I do believe that the pellmell adventure is finally over. The almost total 317 lack of action was quite tedious. Well written, at times (thanks to OMNI 318 and piper), but rather boring. Maybe you guys should get together next 319 time and hash out the outline first. 320 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>...psu-cs!nelsons<><><> 321 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*))) 322 Juggler: CALL!!!. 323 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*))) 324 Mikey: I will fill you in on all the details on LeNerd 325 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple ))) 326 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 327 And speaking of Le Nerd... Comments await. Etc., etc., etc. 328 By the way, I disclaim ln22. (DE 22 & this one) Yet another phaker. 329 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 330 "If you look closely, I think you'll notice the ligts of the Inn 331 shining through the trees. Not much farther to go now," I puffed as I 332 made my way to keep up with the pixie that had a lead on me going back up 333 the hill. 334 "I know, I can see it now! Do you think there'll be anyone left when 335 we get there?" There was anticipation in her voice. And rightfully so. 336 "Oh I'm almost positive. I can't imagine the Inn being empty... 337 Well, the machine that came along and took away some of our regulars may 338 have dimmed the spirit there, but it'll never go out." 339 "Not unless the Innkeeper locks up the doors before we get there..." 340 "You've heard about that? Galloping ghosts! That's been almost a 341 year ago now," I replied. 342 "What has? Have I heard about what?" She turned and stopped, wait- 343 ing for me to catch up to her. 344 "Let's get to the Inn before I tell you about it, it's a long story. 345 One I hope that'll never have to be lived again..." We fell silent until 346 we would at last reach the doorway. 347 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -JUGGLER- -+- -+- -+- 348 349 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 350 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 351 Yes, the Pell-Mell adventure seems to be done. Good point about getting 352 together about plot lines -- a slight problem is that I don't venture into 353 the wilds of P---land unless it's unavoidable. Sigh. Coordination through 354 story entries seems to be a major problem... 355 On a different level, however -- 356 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 357 Several beings were gathered around *SOMETHING*. A merely human observer 358 would have seen but little -- a slight discoloration in the air, the color 359 of a muted sigh, and heard less. However, a being with the senses to 360 percieve these sentiences, decode their communications, and convert the 361 objects they were regarding to human frames of reference would have overheard 362 the following conversation: 363 "Well, Galdrian, we've got them all back to the Inn." 364 "Yes. Mostly undamaged, too." 365 "What about that one?" 366 "Where?" 367 "There. The one that used to play the strange musical instrument." 368 "It was just cut up slightly. The stiffness will wear off in a few weeks 369 and it will be able to play the pipes again." 370 "I don't mean physically. You've gotten it pretty emotionally messed up and 371 it won't be good for much now." 372 Peering into the discolored air, the two beings studied the swirling chaos 373 that represented the subject of their discussion. 374 "Look, Galdrian, you've gotten some unattainable object tangled up with 375 the sex drive and wound in all the affection potentials. It's glued in with 376 stuff from a life-threatening situation and tied up with a huge knot of guilt. 377 This thing is liable to self-destruct on us!" 378 Peering closer, "You're right. It doesn't have the backbone to survive in 379 that state!." 380 "Well, Galdrian, what are you going to do about it?" 381 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 382 Ignoring the pain from his arm and the disapproval in the Innkeeper's eyes, 383 the piper stumbled across the floor to the taps, carrying his emptied container. 384 Reluctantly, the Inkeeper drew the ale into the jack and passed it back to 385 the piper, along with some friendly advice that the piper ignored. 386 Stumbling back to his solitary table, the piper sought forgetfulness in the 387 arms of alcohol. 388 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 389 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 390 And amidst the hustle and bustle of all these creatures at the inn, was the 391 steady pounding of a hammer, as Bear fixed up the floor he had destroyed 392 earlier. Everyone pretty much ignored him, stepping around the hole as if 393 it was merely a minor incovenience. 394 395 Bear sat by the now much-smaller hole and sighed. 396 397 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 398 399 OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI 400 "Fellow adventurers, please lend me your attention." Trainor had hopped up 401 on one of the oaken tables so he could survey the entire crowded Inn. "I know 402 you wish to retire to the Roman baths and elsewhere for rest and relaxation, 403 but I wish to say a couple things before I must leave." 404 For one of the few times in the history of the Inn, a majority of the 405 inngoers turned their heads and ears towards the speaker asking for attention. 406 It was an incredible sight, and Trainor knew he must hurry his words before he 407 lost the tiny span of attention the others had seen fit to give him. 408 "You all know what we have been through. We have all suffered," stealing 409 a glance at the down-trodden piper "and some have suffered more than others. 410 But still we go on. Look back, just for a moment, and see what we accomplished. 411 Our group was as diverse as any ever assembled, yet we functioned, and we did 412 end the threat of terror from the creature from Zeb. We also freed a young 413 woman from a bond too horrible to fathom. We have done something grand and we 414 have done something small, and I will leave it up to you to equate which was 415 which. I have come to know all of you, and in doing so I am that many times 416 better. You have all enriched me, and I am grateful. You have helped me with 417 my quest, and I am grateful. You have healed me from wounds so deep I knew not 418 what to do, and I am grateful. So goodbye my friends. May your paths cross 419 the stars and my your lives be fullfilling and happy." 420 With those final words Trainor departed from the Inn. The others were a 421 bit silent, but slowly conversation turned to other things. Soon laughs and 422 shouts rang from all corners; yes, the adventurers were home. 423 No one noticed the Pell-mell fade on the grassy knoll outside the Inn. One 424 moment it was there, the next it was gone. It was just as well, the Pell-mell 425 adventure was best left to the story tellers anyway. 426 427 OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI 428 %*_#)*%@#_)%*_@#)%*)_#*%!%_)!*%_)^%)_!*%!_)*%_!)#*%_!)%_)!#%*!_)%*_#)%*_@#)%*_*%@_#)%*)_*^@#)_*@#_)* 429 Ripple: I'll call too. 430 Voyeur: I have some archive disks for you. 431 *%_)*%@#_*%@_)#*%_@)#*_)@#*^_)*!)_#*^@)_!*^@_)^* L'homme sans Parity %*#_@)%*_@#*%@#)_*_)@#*@#)_^*@) 432 (((*))(((*))) 433 L'homme: Good I hope so. 434 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple ))) 435 |||||||||||||||||||||| Checking in... |||||||||||| Checking out... || PEN NAME | 436 I remember a long time ago, when there were a number of inn-goers who braved the 437 impending doom of downtown, fought off the vagrants muggers and other denziens 438 of that hot bed of crime, and sheathing their swords, made their way into the anctuar 439 y of the library. Some of you may remember, that great hall with the lecturn at the 440 front, and the ebb and flow of conversation-have you read the newest hitchhiker 441 book, and Henlein has...All sorts of people, looking around to see who showed up 442 and who didn't. And after a time of announcements and entertainment, they all retired 443 to the warm, lay-back atmosphere off another inn. One that has, sadly, fallen by 444 the wayside, but never forgotten. It was too long ago, when I had just gotten my 445 first modem, and had first visited the inn. Whom do I remember? Piper? Loam? Mic 446 (as in church)char, Petrov, Dreamtoucher, the Bard,Ninja, Gaudy Minsky,and how 447 many others? So what ever happened? I read that some story lines are all but dead. 448 Stories from way back. Reflections of 'old timers' and regulars. And then someone 449 suggests,perhaps, a collaberation. Compare notes. The Pxoenix stone glows wherever 450 it may be. And a certain Net agent still terrorizes the populace with a supercharged 451 Mustang. Think about it, old timers, and maybe make it to the PorSfIs meeting one 452 of these Saturdays. 453 [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] LYSIAS [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] 454 """"""""""""""""""SOLI 455 ********************************************************************* 456 Ripple: OK, I'll look for the msg. (Just called, and didn't see anything 457 But I didn't look under anything but my name (Mike Day). So I'll check 458 again tomorrow. 459 ************************* CISTO MIKEY ******************************* 460 Well, as for the Phoenix gem I have been awaiting some missing archives 461 before picking up *that* subplot again. As I recall, it was last seen in 462 a high order Slaver stasis field (approx 1e-50 of normal time flow). 463 But the situation was very complicated & I'd have to peruse the archives 464 (which I don't have yet! Are you listening O Great Distributor of Disks) 465 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 466 467 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ 468 Absent due to a lost terminal program. 469 Just checking in. 470 12-13-85 9:37 pm 471 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ POPPING IN O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ 472 1e-49+? I think. Only Mikey knows. Is it really the Bard? 473 HEY EVERYBODY,REMEMBER ME? I WAS A TWIT,BUT I GREW UP. ILL BE LEAVING YOU MESSAGES. 474 #####TEDDY SALAD###### 475 476 I have been a rover; I have walked alone. 477 Hiked a hundred highways;never found a home. 478 Still in all I'm happy, the reason is, you see; 479 Once in a while along the way, Loves been good to me. 480 There was a girl in Denver, before the summer storm and OH her arms were tender, oh 481 her arms were warm. And she could laugh away the thunder, and smile away the rain; 482 And even though she's gone away, you wont hear me complain. *BLUE EYES* 483 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 484 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (distractions) 485 There was something definitely wrong about the way this has all ended 486 was the thought that ran through the Innkeepers mind as he buffed the last 487 of the few glasses that had been cleaned earlier. Although the friends 488 that had been dearly missed have now been delivered home safely there was 489 still an aprehension that gripped him. 490 A hand amoung the crowd is raised with the request that yet more 491 refreshments me dispersed within these gay walls of merriment. The Inn- 492 keeper turned to place the clean glass back on the shelf and picked up two 493 more tankards for the Inn's famous ales. He paused and took an one extra. 494 Before leaving his place from behind the counter to mingle with the 495 customers that filled the numerous tables he returned to the shelf one 496 more time. "This ought to do the trick," he thought to himself. 497 Passing the laughter and exchanging smiles the Innkeeper made his way 498 to those that had beckoned for his spirits. The filled tankards were 499 placed on the tabletop, the empties gathered, and the surface wiped dry 500 with a rapid stroke of a smeared bar towel. Now for the extra drink... 501 Making his way even further back he soon came upon the one that had 502 returned in silence. Sequestered to imbibe in peace, this one might not 503 have even noticed the approach for his thoughts were truly elsewhere. 504 Placing the filled container to one side of the one that remained still 505 half-filled, the Innkeeper placed the special object he had taken from the 506 shelf upon the table and nudged it a bit with a carefull dabbing of his 507 tattered towel. 508 "I hope that this may in some small way," said the Innkeeper softly, 509 "return a small piece of life to your sadenned brow... You left this here 510 quite some time ago. Oh, and welcome back. Glad am I to see you once 511 again." He stopped dabbing at the equestrian figure that sat on the table 512 and headed back to the chores that continued to gather now that he was 513 to tend to the Inn alone. "Someone around here deserves to be happy," 514 he thought to himself with a deep sigh. 515 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->one who remembers 348:08 516 _____Leonard_____: glad to see that someone else has picked up on my 517 system. Pick up the ball and run with it, I say. 518 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 348:ex 519 520 ooops, ch /me dispersed/be dispersed/; ch /took an one/took one/ >G 521 522 """"""""""""""""""SOLI 523 ch /ooops/oooops/ 524 what good is ^ that command? From what 525 I see it | does absolutely no 526 good. ch / / / ha! 527 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\ 528 Yet, the image of fire prevailed in my mind: the smoke mingling with 529 grayness and the flames burning away the night. The skies would be set to 530 life by the dancing fire, no clouds would hang over the day as a presentiment 531 to failure. But instead of this, the flames bruned slowly behind the clouds, 532 afraid to show themselves to my longing eyes. So my eyes burned with the 533 misplaced fire. 534 "No," I said to the nothingness around me, "no. I don't like this 535 void." How long? Lifetimes, had it been since I had looked into the eye of 536 537 The shadows moved around me, no longer deathly spectres that seemed 538 to follow my every footstep, they appeared gain a sense of reality. Taking on 539 a distinctive form, a person melted from the shadows. 540 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\ eidolaz /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\ 541 /to failure/of failure// eye of/ eye of a stranger? A friend?// 542 Ahem... sorry /\\ 543 Mein Gott, was is los hier? Wo ist das gerschreibensers, und das mit 's gerkeyschtrokensersiens? Fur w 544 545 was is das "Bachenwasser"? Ich kleinen Inglish sprechen, und bin hier fur how you say, little while. 546 Ist Deutschers hier mit Ich kann kommunikate?, as sie Amerikanish sprechen. Das 'bachenwasser ist gut, ja? 547 Ich bien *Hans* und will haben kommeradens hier, Amerikaners, Ja?Bitte. 548 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*))) 549 Mikey : The msg is there now on b6. Talk with you there 550 (((*))) 551 Juggler : Should I try and go from here or is it still your turn? 552 can you get me a printed copy? 553 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple ))) 554 The materials were as easy to come by as always. He contemplated their use. He really didn't want to, but there 555 was no choice. He walked down Division past 140th and reflected on his day. A typical day in New York City... 556 Just after going through Hunters Gate into Central Park, he was accosted by two would be muggers. "Gimme your 557 wallet, M-----F-----. Same old thing, but Delta V was tired of it all. He just wanted to be left alone, and 558 this was too much. "Come get it, scum bag" Everyone in the big apple called everyone else "scum bag";or so it 559 seemed. They just didn't understand. One had a knife, the other Nunchukas, swinging them as he attacked. The 560 Walther barked twice, and Central Park had two less muggers. 561 The thrift store clothes, and two days without shaving gave him the appearance he wanted. He fit in. The 562 desk clerk was as suspicious as always, but the green picture of Grant dispelled any prelimenaries. 563 He remembered the manuals; he didn't need to, but h did. Sulfuric acid, distilled water, and the sodium cyanide. 564 He sat at the small desk and put together his weapon. Again, he remembered the 'manual'. It's what they use 565 in the gas chamber, acid and cyanide. Mix the two, and the vapors kill the condemned man. The solution that 566 is left is Hydrocyanic acid. Sometimes called 'Prussic' acid. He carefully sucked it into the #5 syringe, and 567 set it aside. It was time for sleep. As he dozed of, he remembered the much publicised umbrella incident. 568 Spray the solution into the victims face, and he dies of a "heart attack". Unless the ME is specifically looking 569 for it, it will pass as just another heart attack. Case closed. 570 Tomorrow, he would return to Switzerland and kill two men who were a threat to his life. 571 He laid back on the rumpled mattress, and slipped into sleep, and as he did, he wondered...How many more do 572 I have to kill? Only his tremendous self control kept him from vomiting from the revulsion of taking human 573 lives. He only wanted to kill one man. McKane. And he would. There was never any doubt. But untill then, many 574 others would force his hand. And die. 575 Delta Five fell asleep wishing this were not real... 576 D DDD 577 DDVDD 578 579 It isn't... 580 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 581 To all Apple owners 582 Free Free Free Free CP/M80 Board By 583 PCPI when you buy Wordstar* for 584 $98.00 585 These are all new and fresh factory 586 sealed items with full waranty. 587 Call (503) 292-xxxx and ask 588 for William. 589 590 591 Save 592 593 594 595 596 597 598 599 600 601 602 603 604 605 606 607 608 609 610 611 612 613 614 Help 615 616 *%)_*%@)_*%@)_#*%)_@*)_!@*%!+*%@&%_@)#*@_)#*@#&^_@)*!)_*%)_@#(*@^_@)&^_)*%@#_%*_)#^@_*^#$_)^_)*@#_^*_^*#$_^* 617 Delta5: A new direction in your story? I like very much. Keep it up, as you are not the only person of 618 particular persuasion attempting a bit of an image change. YKWIM? 619 Ripple: Got it, sometime today? 620 Leonard: I don't think I can feel any worse about not getting you the archives. As you know, you are the only one of our 621 group of four who can not directly read the MSDOS format disks, but even so you have always paid your share without 622 complaint, only to see the disks go away and no TRSDOS disks return. I know this is not fair to you and I DO feel badly 623 about it. I know after many shifted deadlines you may take my words with a grain of salt, but I PROMISE BY THE END OF 624 CHRISTMAS BREAK YOU WILL HAVE EVERY BW FILE ON YOUR OWN FORMAT DISKS AND EVERYONE ON THE GROUP WILL BE EQUALLY CAUGHT 625 UP. I am really going to work on this Leonard, I'll try not to let you down again with my sans-archive act. 626 Former PorSFiS gang: I too miss the days of the science fiction meeting/PC&S get-together. But times change and users 627 go away. Many of the people on the above list are no longer active on Backwater. PC&S is now a linoleum Deli, and some 628 of the 'camaraderie' we all shared has faded. The next meeting is the 28th. I will try to go, but contrary to what Jane 629 Smith said on a previous disk, I don't believe you can ever go home again. %*#$%#% L'homme sans Parity %*$%*_%%$% TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 629