1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 18 JAN 87 *********************** 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 Freedom from incrustations of grime is contiguous to rectitude. 21 22 ################################################################# 23 I stood looking at the small pile of dirt in my palm, wondering 24 if I had made the right decision. Perhaps, and perhaps not, but 25 now it was too late to change my mind. Suddenly I felt dizzy. I 26 quickly stepped over to my cot and sat down. The room began to 27 whirl around me faster and faster. It started to turn blue, then 28 yellow, then red. Finally it went completely black. A,l sense of 29 reality was gone. There was only nothingness. My god I thought, 30 what have I done? Then slowly my vision began to clear. But it 31 was better, sharper, clearer than ever before. And a familar 32 voice in my head said "You again! But how? The only way that we 33 can be sperated is through your death. How can this be?" Hey, 34 don't ask me, I don't know. All I remember is you pulling that 35 switch and having the whole world blowup around me. Maybe I did 36 die, I don't know. At any rate, we are here agian, and like it or 37 not you have me to contend with. "And just where" said the voice, 38 "is here." Why the Inn, of course, my place of rest for wiery 39 travelers. And we have a problem which I hope that you can help 40 solve. "And what might that be." responded the voice. "Let me 41 show you." I said and got up, unlocked my door and walked out 42 into the main room of the inn. Heading over to the curtained 43 doorway, I pulled the curtain aside revealing the brownish 44 metalic door. There you go, it appeared a few weeks ago and has 45 refused to reveal its secrets to the most adept of our people. 46 What do you make of it. "Ahh... I haven't seen the like of it for 47 eons. Yes, I know what it is, but it isn't something that can be 48 easily described. It is a doorway to another universe, another 49 existance. I can show you the way if you wish." I don't know, I 50 remember all too well what happened the last time I went trapsing 51 off into the unknown. "It won't harm you I assure you. Here, put 52 your hand on the small oval in the middle there." Where did that 53 come from? It wasn't there before. "You just couldn't see it 54 before is all. Remember, I give you more than just a voice to 55 talk to." I placed my hand on the oval tenatively and felt a 56 small tingling/sucking sensation. "Now think of where you would 57 like to go. Think slowly, carefully, clearly..." I thought of a 58 field of grass, warmed by a gentle sun. A chorus of small birds 59 gave a melodic background of music. A small pillow of moss to 60 cradle my head. As I stood there thinking of this, I did not 61 notice as the door began to glow and turn into a rainbow of 62 colours, then slowly the chill draft that always ebed about the 63 Inn's floor began to subside and a warm gentle breeze slowly to 64 replace it. How long I stood there I don't know, but the next 65 thing I knew I was laying in that field I had been thinking of. 66 It was so comfortable, so relaxing that soon I was fast asleep. 67 How long I slept I don't know, but I awoke more refreshed then I 68 had ever felt before. The sun still shown overhead seemingly in 69 the same position as when I had fallen asleep. A dark shadow 70 passed overhead, but was gone before I could look to see what it 71 was. But then I could see that something was falling, catching 72 the sunlight in small flashes of white as it drifted down. It 73 landed beside me in the grass, a large white feather. Not the 74 sort found on a bird, but something larger. More like that which 75 would be found on a different sort of flying animal, one that had 76 been stabled at the inn in the past, a flying horse. Could it 77 be? The chances of such a thing are so small. In all the know and 78 unknown universes why here? And who is to say that it is even the 79 same one. After all there must be others. "You know this flying 80 animal?" the voice in my head said. Yes, I said, I think I do. 81 ######################## The Innkeeper ########################## 82 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 83 A long time passed before I woke. I think. 84 I lay upon a dark rock, one of many strewn about the particularly dreary 85 landscape. My body ached. My attire was far from being in good condition. 86 I made an effort to sit up. Dizziness and nausea. My vision blurred. 87 "Dwhat ess itss?" a low, raspy voice asked. 88 "Dhunno, Yob. Nuht whun uhf Peepul." 89 "It ghud tuh eet?" 90 "Dhunno. It muhvss." 91 I tried to find the source of the voices. "Hello?" 92 "It sspeekss. Dwhat ar yuuu?" 93 I shook my head, to clear it. I instantly regretted it, as it only woke up 94 a tiny little man in my head. The one with the sledgehammer. He wasn't happy, 95 and demonstrated this by proceeding to use the sledge on the sides of my 96 cranium. "I'm a...er...human. What are you?" 97 "Eerhuumaan? Weeell, eerhhuumaan, wee ar Peepul. WhI yuuu ar heeer?" 98 The talk was becoming more intelligble. I shan't try to reproduce their manner 99 of speech anymore; instead I shall just go on as if they spoke educated English 100 of the current period. My difficulty with their language was not too great, 101 but it was quite a change from the educated tones of Cragmore as we had chatted 102 back at the Inn. 103 "I'm here by accident." 104 "Accident, he says. You arrived in pillar of flame from the sky. Green 105 field below charred. Where are you from, that you travel in fire?" 106 "I don't, normally. I am from Celene, orignally. I just left a place called 107 Innisfal in a hurry." 108 "Some hurry. We have never heard of these places. We have roamed the all. 109 Where are they, if not in the all? Yet nowhere in the all but here have we 110 seen a Erhuman, either. Are you normally red on outside?" 111 "Red?" I felt my face and head. My hand was stained bright red. That landing 112 I had made was definitely not a three-pointer. 113 "No, I am injured. And weak. And generally otherwise feeling terrible." 114 "Do what you can to heal yourself, while Yob and I send for help for you. 115 Nowhere on all would stranger be refused this, even if not of all. Rest." 116 It was not difficult to follow their instructions. I tore makeshift bandages 117 from my robes. I had felt worse. No bones broken, it seemed. 118 After my efforts at first aid were completed, I became drowsy, and rapidly 119 fell asleep in a strange land called All... 120 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++ January 18, 1987 at 10:52pm 121 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. 122 Emu almost choked on his mouthful of brew. He had seen a brief, worried 123 expression cross the mage's face, then a flash of light that popped the eyes. 124 By the continued rumble of background talk, Emu knew that he was the only one 125 to see Milchar's hasty, uh, exit. 126 "Cragmore!" 127 No movement. 128 "Cragmore!" 129 Oh geesus, Emu thought. Now what? 130 Next thing Emu saw was the faithful innkeeper, walking straight towards 131 the mysterious door. "Sir Keeper!" Emu called, and recieved no answer. By 132 this time, Friar noticed Emu's plight and put the kitten down. 133 "What's up, Emu?" 134 "Friar, I think we've got sudden problems, all at once. First Milchar 135 disappears in a flash of light, with a distinctly worried look. Then 136 Cragmore goes catatonic. Now, look at the Innkeeper, like a zombie at that 137 door." 138 That's when the innkeeper fell. 139 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu 140 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 141 I had just finished an enchanting conversation with a man called Strange 142 But True in the Back Room labeled DB, and set the scarred kitten down on 143 Piper, when a flash of light struck the Inn. Lightning ? Red Lightning ? 144 Then I noticed Emu sitting up straight and looking pale. "What's up, Emu?" 145 I asked. 146 "Friar," he replied in an agitated tone, "I think we've got sudden problems, all 147 at once. First Milchar disappears in a flash of light, with a distinctly worried 148 look. Then Cragmore goes catatonic. Now, look at the Innkeeper, like a 149 zombie at that door." 150 I turned to look at the Innkeeper, and at that moment he slumped to the floor. 151 "Quick, Emu, Help me with him." I jumped to his side, and caught him before 152 his head could smash down on the hard stone floor. 153 "Let's carry him back to his room.", suggested Emu. 154 "Right." 155 We carried him back to the Innkeeper's quarters and found the bed under 156 and behind stacks and stacks of scrolls marked "aRcHiVeS". We laid him 157 gently down, and listened to his heart, pulling a stethascope from my bag, 158 along with a corn beef sandwich, which I handed to Emu. 159 "He is alive, and strong.", I said. 160 "Look, he is even *smiling*!", exclaimed my friend. 161 There being little for us to do for him, I left Emu with the Innkeeper, and 162 fetched to tankards of ale, and a pitcher as well. It was going to be a long 163 night. 164 Finding no change when I returned, I asked Emu, "Do you want the corned beef ? 165 Or would you prefer Pastrami ?" 166 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 167 P.S. SBT - See drive B, after your message, if you have not already. 168 P.P.S. It had been so many years since I was at the Inn prior to these past 169 few months, that I had forgotten the reputation of my bag for providing 170 victuals. Thank you for reminding me, L'homme. 171 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] F. [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 172 173 LN 158,CHA/corn/corned/,LN 162,CHA/to/two/, Damned enter only. 174 Interesting reading, but please ease up on the adjectives. It appears 175 that you people like the sound of your own prose but to a third party 176 177 like me, your ramblings lack direction. 178 179 ******************************BOZO************************************** 180 off 181 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 182 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 183 A question put up for debate. 184 Situation - a state Legislature has defeated a proposal to make Martin 185 L. King's day a state holiday. 186 The outgoing governor then decides to take it into his own 187 hands and declares it a state holiday, thought he doesn't 188 have the legal authority to do so in that state. 189 Question: Should the new governor try to continue the "moral leadership" 190 shown and risk being sued by the State's Attorney General, or 191 should he follow the law and recind the Executive Order, to 192 and give it to the people to vote upon later? 193 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>...tektronix!psu-cs!nelsons 194 I refrained from saying WHO CARES? But it was hard. 195 196 SBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTBSTBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBT 197 Friar: Jungian interpretation is a practice where dreams, both waking and 198 sleeping, are interpreted using Carl Jung's philosophies as a guide. The 199 practitioner of the interpretation is very well versed in Jungian philosophy, 200 and applies it the the words and symbols present in the dreams to make some 201 sort of sense out of it. A Jungian outlook on dreams includes the strong 202 belief that the dream state is equivalent to the subconscious state, and 203 active dreams are communications between the subconscious and conscious. 204 It appears that during r.e.m. sleep, and during waking dreams or intense 205 day dreams, that the channels between the two levels of consciousness are 206 open. It is believed that except for Eastern mysticism rites, the dream is 207 the only way for Western man to learn from his subconscious. Out of body 208 experiences are considered incredibly intense dreams, and are equivalent to 209 hyper-communications between conscious and subconscious levels. 210 211 It is the interpreters jobs to read the dreams and OOB experiences and 212 relate them to the subject using conscious level terms. Symbolism and 213 collective experience come in to play here, but I unfortunately don't have 214 the time to go in to that now. 215 216 Could you tell me a little about why you are researching OOBE? I find it 217 a fascinating subject, more so because of my own personal experiences. I 218 hope I can help you. Perhaps when your research is done you could share 219 some of your more germane findings with me? 220 SBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBTSBT 221 222 nelsons: Interesting points? I hope the backwater crowd takes on your debate 223 and really works it over. Exactly how much house cleaning should the new 224 governor take on? 225 Interested Party 226 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 227 ____01/19/87__________________JD 2446815.6492_________19:35:03_PST_________ 228 ........................................................................... 229 If your research is taking this direction, a read of some of the older 230 C. Castenada (SP) may be worth your while. 231 P. Abbus 232 ........................................................................... 233 234 Ya, Interested Party, so am I. Boy I can't wait for the debate to 235 begin. Sure is a delima. Who knows what the Gov. should do. 236 237 ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` 238 Yes, I read about that in the paper. One thing, though, a legislature is 239 almost a given in voting aginst any new holidays, because of the intense 240 lobbying pressure that is brought to bear by the businessmen aginst new 241 holidays. Cuts into profits, you know. 242 On the other hand, the general public is almost always in favor of 243 observing a new holiday, so an incoming governor will incur public wrath if 244 the holiday is not sent to the voters. So, the new governor will send it to 245 the voters, who will approve it, therby annoying the businessmen who will 246 be unable to blame either the governor, or the legislature. 247 This kind of debate is not really fruitful, because no one ever takes 248 away a holiday, and sooner or later Luther's birthday will end up a holiday 249 so what will talk change? I would much rather get back to the interesting 250 adventure that this tripe interupted. 251 In the future, when you pick a debate topic, pick a topic with a little 252 depth, instead of just grabbing something off the evening newspsper rack. 253 ````````````````````````````Mr. Intercepter```````````````````````````````` 254 RIGHT ON! 255 256 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 257 gumbygumbygumbygumbygumby 258 Hey, Skater dude. How do you get to the power room in Advent X-5? 259 I cant get it figured out. 260 261 thanks!= 262 A man Called Gumby 263 gumby gumby (ahhh the heck with it) 264 265 ########################################################################## 266 HEY< R, Ronnie lets blow this scene and go back to QuantumLink. Where 267 men are MEN. It seems that logging onto a free BBS, in its own way 268 exacts a price that I am unwilling to pay! These pseudo-intellectuals 269 are doing just fine on their own. AUFWIEDERSEHEN 270 271 ############################albert E.################################### 272 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 273 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 274 You know, this whole mid-east thing is beginning to remind me of the 275 crusades. It's getting to the point that they don't remember what they 276 are fighting for. They just keep it up for the ransom money. 277 History repeats itself again and again. 278 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ fred ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 279 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 280 SBT- Of course I will share my findings, if that is acceptable to our 281 Innkeeper. Thank you for the Info. 282 J.D. - A Yaqui way of Knowledge ??? 283 284 Mr. Interceptor - When I was growing up, there were two holidays in February, 285 now there is one, if you get that one. (I do not.) There have been occasions 286 when holidays have gone by the wayside. Mayday was at one time observed 287 quite a lot, but it has fallen into disrepute due to the communist assertion 288 that it is there holiday. Arbor day isn't celebrated any more. (Why ? 289 Because you don't send Arbor day cards, so the greeting card people have 290 given us 1. Grandparents day, 2. Boss's day, 3. Secretary's day, 4. etc, etc, 291 ad nauseum.) 292 293 All - The biggest drug runner in the U.S. is the U.S. ????? You have 294 got to care about this one. Why in hell didn't Ronny 'Just say NO' ??? 295 I am appalled. And disgusted. And frightened. 296 297 [][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 298 299 Friar - You knee-jerk reactionary. Cynicism is just plain dumb. Try looking 300 at the peice over again. You just might find that members of the crew were 301 running drugs on their own, for their own profit. If you like to think that 302 President Reagan has no integrity, you like to delude yourself. Playing on 303 the natural fear of being near armageddon is a poor tactic to rile up 304 people. Yeah, you're frightened. Because a pilot who made regular trips to 305 Central America brought pot and cocaine into the States, you're frightened. 306 Bull. How about you are a close-minded and exagerative essayist without 307 the insight to see past the imaginary conspiracies you like to write about. 308 That one about greeting card kartels gradually weakening hollidays that are 309 not based around giving a card to someone, that was just funny. Maybe you 310 should stick to tongue-in-cheek essayism. It might result in less blatant 311 opinionatedness. - Thomas 312 313 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 314 ____01/21/87__________________JD 2446817.0652_________05:33:54_PST_________ 315 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 316 There is a state of fatigue in which the body rebels. At a certain 317 point, the body demands rest. Conciousness is gone. Disturbances that 318 would, in other circumstances, pull you back to awareness become the 319 fluttering wings of butterflys in exhaustion's deep dreams. Despite 320 noise, despite action, the piper slumbered on. 321 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 322 Er Ted, I mean Mr. Interceptor, why don't you just calm yourself, and while 323 you are at it, apologize for your impudence. Any legitimate attempts at a 324 dialogue on this system should be met with favor, not the reactionary flames 325 you find so easy to spring on us. If I start a discussion on the arms/drugs 326 deals mentioned above, am I guilty of headline snatching? I think not. So 327 calm down and act a little more respectable to your fellow users of 328 Backwater. 329 The interceptor of Mr Interceptor. 330 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 331 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 332 Thomas is not Mister Interceptor. Neither is he or she named Ted. Guilt for 333 flaming Friar liked that should not be placed on either of those names. As 334 far I can tell, he wasn't upset that Friar asked about a newspaper article 335 in the hope of starting a discussion. It seemed to me, at least, that he was 336 really upset that Friar had turned personal corruption into a plot sponsored 337 by the President of the United States, to become the biggest drug importer 338 in the United States. I found the article. I am sure it sums up the situation. 339 It was not a massive importation at all, nor was it sponsored by the White 340 House. Friar did exagerate and appeal to emotions in his paragraph. It was 341 a very emotionally strong paragraph. It ticks me off a bit to be manipulated 342 over such a simple affair also. Those flames were left without much chance 343 for Friar to respond in any way however. They were ill-considered and should 344 be apologized for. Maybe a lesson could be learned, on both sides. 345 346 was an ordinary night at the club. Acting as a host was a second 347 nature for me at that point. Wandering from the tables to the kitchen and 348 even greeting people as they rose out of their cars was how I spent my 349 evenings, and those evenings were spent in style. If nothing else, those 350 nights were done with a flair and in a fashion no night club has ever managed 351 to recreate. Even the rapid beat and sultry lyrics of the jazz were never 352 assembled again in the same way they were arranged in those days. To think of 353 it, it was not only my functioning as the owner that made the club so 354 unusual. It was the rest of the gals and pals who ran the place, and of 355 course the people who strode in though the front doors as a hat check girl 356 took their overcoats and fur coats. Whatever made it so spectacular, it was 357 just that. A spectacle. 358 One night, she arrived. With a stern young boyfriend. He had an 359 accent that startled our hat check girl as he spoke to her. It was obscure 360 and she guessed later, in my office the following evening, that it was from 361 England. She rode her spiked heels in regal fashion, and he followed closely 362 behind her golden dress. Her face was flush and she had aged quite a bit in 363 the year since we were divorced. No matter. She had a stern look in her face 364 that demanded respect and she got it from me. I had said that I loved her, 365 and I felt the same admiration for her as anyone feels for the first girl 366 they ever love. He fumbled with his necktie as they were seen to their table. 367 I was leaning against the rail above the floor and could plainly make out the 368 details of their conversation by reading their lips. 369 Of course the were nervous. Her flush face had shown me that, but 370 that he was frightened of my reaction was news. He told her he would prefer 371 to fence than manipulate the courts as he was. She listened to him with a 372 deft ignorance that could have been either banal disinterest, or a wary 373 lookout for me. It was as I descended the stair that she spotted me and 374 turned to him. I could not see their lips then. 375 I leaned over her shoulder and asked them both to leave. She looked 376 up with grim determination and said no. Despite the calm and charm I had 377 tried to pass along with the request, she icily refused to leave. Signalling 378 for the help of two waiters, I asked them once again to leave. It was as the 379 waiters came to stand near the table that the fellow handed me a fold of thin 380 white papers. A quick look showed me that this was a contract that would sell 381 control of the club to this fellow. I almost tore it up when he handed me 382 another. A continuance of our divorce suit, by which she could claim the 383 place was half hers, as property acquired during the marriage. I tore them 384 both in half with a static noise like an untuned radio. 385 He stood up, insulted. I punched him, and picked her up out of her 386 seat by her arm. He regained his feet and I hurled the girl at him. She 387 looked frightened enough to run. Resisting the urge to beat him senseless, I 388 had the waiters escort the two of them out the front doors and throw them 389 out. Picking up the peices of paper, I assured the stunned customers that 390 everything was alright. I went up to my office to go ring up my lawyer. 391 392 ch / was/^IIt was/ 393 394 NU Y 395 396 Thomas is a fool, as well as being a TRUE AMERICAN. 397 =================================================== 398 1234567890123456789012345678901234567890123456789012345678901234567890 399 i I have often had in which I was doing any number of things but 400 the odd thing was that the would be like watching it all happen 401 from a third person point of view and not first. that is, I saw things 402 through someone else's eyes. 403 I've never been able to tell just what thoes have meant, if 404 anything at all. 405 -----mark----- 406 -----the professor----- 407 0987654321098765432109876543210987654321098765432109876543210987654321 408 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 409 It had been a while since I had actually relaxed so I wasn't quite 410 sure I would be able to. Andrea was the best person to turn to whenever my 411 life needed "spring cleaning". I sat in the easy chair rather rigidly 412 and was unable to get comfortable. 413 "Drink your tea and tell me what you've been up to." she said, smi- 414 ling. I met Andrea six months ago at a concert, her seat next to mine, We 415 started to talk then she invited Jo and I to dinner. 416 "I haven't been up to much," I sipped my tea, "Just livin' day to 417 day. Haven't had much to do since the MuTAnts broke up." I took another 418 sip and felt a little more relaxed. I sat back. "Actually Josephine's 419 weighing to heavily on my mind latly. I don't know why, I mean we were 420 only lovers for two years..." 421 "Naturally you feel this way," she said softly, in a sad voice, 422 "I fet that way when Geoffrey died..." she paused to sigh softly and take 423 several sips of her tea. 424 I felt now was a good time to change the subject befor one, or 425 both of us, started to cry. 426 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 427 I feel for you, whoever you are. Take care... - Gajarel 428 429 430 |||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|||{|| 431 Where was I when I heard? 432 Well, I always stayed in the attic for days at a time. Even during the 433 Winter storms and the Summer heat. While there was only a heater designed for 434 a single room in an aging ski lodge, and the only windows were meant for light 435 and not for fresh air, the design of the place was perfect for long stays. The 436 stairs came up into the middle of the place, and around that platform were 437 three gables, windows at each end. Outside there was always ivy and through 438 that, the skies. 439 Not owning much furniture, the place was sparse. A futon and a modular 440 computer were opposite one another. Over to one side was a stereo system and a 441 television. Tapes were placed on any available surface and in peculiar wooden 442 crates, about the same shape as card catalog drawers from the library. As for 443 clothes, those were set out around the futon to be selected later. 444 For one important day, I had chosen charcoal pants and a strange shade 445 of sky blue for a shirt. No one else had seen me that day. Not even the school 446 girl whose parents had rented me the attic for the year. It was near a 447 college, and I was taking a few courses in programming there. As far as they 448 knew, I was using my phone line to do my homework with the computers at Reed. 449 What I was doing instead was using the computers of a nearby 450 accounting firm. During the previous year, I was hired by them to write a few 451 safeguards into their system which should have prevented anyone from tampering 452 with records which they should not have. Actually, the only significant work I 453 did for them was ask a locksmith for help in switching their computers off 454 with a key at night. In any case, part of my fee was a lasting account on 455 their machine. It came off alright. From what I hear, a few employees quit as 456 soon as they found out I would be watching over them for a while. It was a 457 fine reference for the resume I had never done. 458 It was the same firm which had administrated the accounts of a lady 459 named Sorpe. Walking from my parking place to the house early that morning, I 460 had found her diary in a garage sale, an estate sale actually. She had passed 461 away a few days before. It was easy as far as reading them, although it was 462 scary to even imagine as truth. She either insane or a liar, even in her 463 diaries. Each of the three volumes was about an assignment her father had 464 during the early Thirties, or so they purported to be. 465 The first diary was written in Austria in the last months before it 466 was absorbed into the Third Reich. Her father had been an attache who was not 467 so loyal to his Austrian heritage although he was suave and savvy enough to be 468 necessary in the workings of the Austrian affair, on the side of the Reich. 469 Once it had reached the final stage, he was given a high post in the 470 propaganda corps of the Reich. 471 Her second diary told of his assignment to the German embassy in 472 Brazil. His post was largely to sway the military of that nation to the side 473 of the Reich, and against the other great military powers in the Western 474 Hemisphere. Every soldier wants to fight. Fighting a war with the United 475 States and Canada was within the realm of possibility for that South American 476 nation. An invasion of the United States from the East Coast, and the capture 477 of the Panamanian Canal were planned out in detail. Since the Japanese were 478 involved in these strategies, it was obvious as I read that the military 479 elements of all three nations were dead set on beating the States. 480 His assignment was over only after a junta was organized that would 481 stage a coup and start a war effort. His assignment was an overwhelming 482 success. I am not sure why it never came about. At least it did not. Their 483 plan might have worked after all, especially with the help of the Nips and the 484 control of the Canal. It was frightening, just as I said it was. 485 As for the third, it was done as the war was closing. Her husband was 486 found in the first blocks of Berlin by the Red Army. As with anyone in a 487 German uniform, he was mutilated beyond recognition. She was raped again and 488 again, and thrown on a heap of dead German soldiers. Her diaries could have 489 been novels of incredible depth. Sights, scents, colors and personal 490 observations were astute and born out by the events of the months that 491 followed. Once she made her way to the States, a fortune in confiscated Polish 492 and French wealth was signed over to her by financial elements of the defeated 493 Third Reich in the Swiss Alps. Settling in the placid area of Portland, she 494 remarked that it was much like her Austrian home. The last pages were torn 495 out. I presumed her life after that point was something she did not want to 496 compare to the life she had lead with her husband in the illustrious days of 497 the Reich. 498 Alright. When we last checked in on me, I was logged into the 499 computers at the accounting firm I had worked in during the Summer. Neatly 500 evading my own safety alarms, I found out what Lady Sorpe had been doing with 501 her money. What was in the electronic documentation was a total surprise. Her 502 finances were way above what she had hinted at. After the war, over thirty 503 million dollars had been signed over to her by those financiers. Since then, 504 she had invested it and her total wealth in the early Eighties had reached 505 more than four hundred million. Her estate had not been a rich one. Her 506 personal belongings had been rather modest. 507 Then I noticed why. Before she had died, she bought a ton of 508 Brazillian bonds. Which was just months before. As the idea began to dawn on 509 me that she was completing her husband's work, the civil defense warning came 510 over the stereo. Loud. And that is where I was when I heard the invasion was 511 underway. 512 |}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|}|{|||{|||{|{ 513 514 ppppppppppppppppppppppp mmph, turn overppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 515 your grave, Menachem, uuuggghhhh!!! 516 ____01/22/87__________Leonard_JD 2446818.6510_________19:37:35_PST_________ 517 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 518 So. What do you think of the Brazil Invasion story, or any of the other fiction 519 which has gone without mention here? Gr. 520 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 521 I think its wonderful to have people writing things worth reading again (I 522 mean there was before, but not nearly as much) I particularly liked the 523 Brazil Invasion story, I hope it gets continued. 524 By the way, what happended to the other story (you know, the door, the 525 inn, all that stuff)????? 526 Fast Fred 527 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 528 ====----====----====----====----==== 529 TO TEN UNDERGROUND ALBUMS 530 531 EXPLOITED:TROOPS OF TOMORROW! 532 TSOL:DANCE WITH ME 533 SUBHUMANS:TIME FLIES BUT AIRPLANES CRAHS 534 535 TO BE CONTINUED..... 536 ====----====----====----====----====-- 537 REKRAM 367 538 ====----====----====----====---===-- 539 /6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6 540 Calling All Net Agents: 541 It's time again to take our cloaks 542 and daggers out of the closet. 543 /6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6/6 544 Then again, maybe you should leave them there. George 545 9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9/9 546 Ah George, as a thorn in my side, you have always been a pain. Gone, you are 547 but a memory of how the world continually reminds each and every one of us 548 that pain is a way of life, and being a pain is some people's chosen 549 profession. 550 Gracie. 551 ################################################################################ 552 ____01/23/87__________________JD 2446819.6275_________19:03:38_PST_________ 553 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 554 Well, perhaps I was being a bit reactionary. For that I apologize. I do 555 not really feel that Ronnie was the mastermind behind any drug plot. I am 556 quite certain that he is not the mastermind behind much of anything. He 557 has been an admirable president, for his time. It seems that presidents 558 of late fall apart around the sixth year. Is this the Lame Duck Syndrome ? 559 Should we change the term of the president to one six-year term? 560 Again, sorry for the 'knee jerk reactionarism', but remember that 2 months 561 ago, he said 'there have been no arm sales to Iran.' 562 [][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 563 564 lurk...lurk...lurk... 565 ************************************************************************ 566 Toastmaster. Toastmaster. Give me a line. * 567 Make it real shiny and make it real fine. * * 568 * * * * * * * * * * * 569 Got no scruples about being a commie. Just * * mini* * 570 gotta do as I please. Facism, feudalism * commie* 571 facing the riots. Hitler is a god not unlike * * * * 572 Budha; both striving for peace. Unchecked * * * * 573 and unabashed words trampled like brownshirts * * * * 574 of Ronnie's doing. Deutchland must now arise! * * 575 ************************************************************************ 576 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 577 THE MAD PERSON 578 IS TAKING THE 579 LAST FEW SPARSE 580 LINES OF THIS 581 DISK... HA HA HA 582 .... 583 this is a test 584 qwertyuisdfgjjhgjhgjhgjgjhgjhgjhgjhgjhgjhgjhgjhgjhgjhgjhgjhjjhgjhgjhgjhgjhg 585 hjhgjhgjhg 586 587 dddd 588 pppp 589 590 {+|+} <598> 870203^1945 TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 590