1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 26 FEB 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 "It is seldom wise to examine the denatl cavities of a steed recieved for 21 no compensation given." 22 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 23 Wow - I've never been at the top before. 24 Has anyone read the tower commission report yet ? So, we don't have 25 a crook for a president, we have a buffoon. 26 [][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 27 Yes, Erhuman. So is our way. You are a part of the village. 28 29 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 30 The old woman standing in front of him repeated her 31 question, "Do you want your future read?" 32 "Why, . . . uh, . . . sure, I guess." It took a 33 while for him to gather his thoughts. "How much will it 34 cost me?" 35 "Well, ducky, my throat's a bit parched . . ." she 36 said, sitting down heavily in the chair across the 37 table from him. "What say you buy me a pint of bitter 38 first, then we'll see if you like what I read in your 39 hand. Fair enough?" 40 He couldn't see any obvious scam yet, so, for the 41 price of a pint, he decided to hear her out. He 42 motioned the bartender over and ordered more ice water 43 for himself and a pint of bitter for the old woman. 44 When their drinks arrived, the old woman eyed his 45 plain water with a scorn and took a deep swallow from 46 her own glass. 47 "Ah," she belched with satisfaction, "that puts a 48 better perspective on the world. Now, give me your 49 hand, and lets see what old Granny can read." 50 "Who ever she is, she's putting on a good show," 51 the Philosopher thought. "Might as well play along for 52 a while, it will keep me from worrying so much about 53 this problem I seem to be having with my memory." 54 He extended his hand across the table and she 55 grasped it with a surprisingly strong grip. She turned 56 it palm up and traced the many lines on it with a none 57 too clean finger. Muttering under her breath, she 58 studied the tips of his fingers, and the whorls on 59 them. 60 He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable under her 61 close scrutiny. 62 She looked at him from under her brows, "Not much 63 excitement in your life, is there? The last thing I 64 can see musta been at least a couple months ago. She 65 musta been something real different for a man like you, with 66 your books and all." 67 The Philosopher gaped at her with amazement. 68 She chuckled when she saw his expression and looked 69 back down at his hand. 70 "Looks like you really got a snootful that time. You gotta get smart about t 71 these things though, build up your tolerance before you 72 drink like that. Otherwise you forget the fun parts and just 73 remember the hangover." 74 75 Green Eyes (2-27-87) 76 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 77 Out in the woods the prairie cat paused in its stalking of a rabbit. Had it 78 "heard" it's name? 79 #Hello?# 80 No response. It scanned carefully. At the edge of its range it felt the two- 81 legs at the Inn. Scanning more carefully, it realized it's error. It had 82 "heard" a thought directed at a two-legs that was also called "Green Eyes". 83 84 The cat resumed the stalk.... 85 """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""Green Eyes""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" 86 ____02/27/87__________________JD 2446854.6640_________19:56:16_PST_________ 87 88 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 89 With the excuse of wanting to take another drink, the crone 90 released the Philosopher's hand. 91 "The fool is still gawping at me like a hooked fish," 92 she thought. "Men don't usually forget the dancer," she 93 reflected somewhat bitterly, "and even with my strong hint, 94 this one still isn't remembering." 95 She swallowed more of the ale. Her feeling of 96 wrongness was now overwhelming. Could this be some kind of 97 trap with the man across from her being used as the 98 unsuspecting bait? 99 The Inn was starting to fill up with evening regulars. 100 Soon things would start getting loud and lively, and she 101 could slip out without attracting much attention. If only 102 she could be sure he wasn't going to remember! 103 The bartender came up to the Philosopher and spoke, 104 somewhat apologetically, "If you'll forgive me for 105 interrupting, sir, I was wondering when you were planning to 106 pay your bill from last time. If you recall, you ran out of 107 funds after standing the house to a free round." 108 "That's it!" the Philosopher exclaimed. The bartender 109 took an uncertain step backwards. 110 "There was something I've been trying to remember ever 111 since I got here," the Philosopher hastened to reassure him. 112 "I've been sitting here racking my brain and coming up with 113 nothing. Thank you for solving that little mystery. I'll 114 be happy to pay whatever I owe. I seem to recall having a 115 great time that night--what I remember of it." 116 The crone, seeing this as her last chance to jog his 117 memory, directed a question at the bartender. 118 "Wasn't that around the time that that dancer showed up 119 and put on a real performance?" 120 "I believe it was . . . yes, I'm sure of it. Don't 121 you remember, sir, at the end how she was leaping from table 122 to table and everybody was clapping." 123 Looking rueful, the Philosopher shook his head. "For a 124 while that night I was . . . uh . . . involved in porcelain 125 worship and I . . . well . . . fell asleep in the 126 confessional. When I came back everyone was raving about 127 her, but I never did see her." 128 For a moment the crone sat stunned, but she quickly 129 recovered. "This was a trap! I have to get out of here 130 immediately!" she thought. 131 "Well," she said, rising from her chair, "while you 132 gentlemen finish your business, I'll take a little trip to 133 the necessary. You can't buy beer, you know. You can only 134 rent it." 135 Chuckling at her own jest, the crone make her way 136 through the crowd and out the door. Once outside she 137 lengthened her stride and headed toward the pond as fast as 138 her old body would allow, hoping desperately that no one was 139 following her. 140 141 Green Eyes (02/28/87) 142 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 143 ____02/28/87__________________JD 2446855.4265_________14:14:18_PST_________ 144 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 145 All you listening to me this day who have a technological background, try to 146 imagine: You are in... the Middle Ages, perhaps before, and you have to build 147 an automobile. 148 Now multiply the difficulty by a factor of five. 149 Yob's people had beautiful art, but when it came to manipulating their 150 environment, they ranked about at the level of a long-lost African tribe. 151 Yob had to ask me what a catapult was. 152 I may make the problem sound more difficult than it was. The people of All 153 were much more intelligent, on the average, than the people of Earth or Celene. 154 After some struggle in trying to determine where to begin my instruction about 155 primitive engineering, the project ran much more smoothly than I would have 156 guessed. They were skilled with their hands, and once a few things were 157 explained to them, the tools they needed to complete the project began to form 158 beneath their hands. My own grew calloused. 159 After a time: 160 "It is beautiful, Yob. The village can be proud of their accomplishment." 161 "It is also strange and wonderous to us, Erhuman. I would like to visit these 162 lands that make such things. Their knowledge is great." 163 I considered that. "They do not know nearly as much as the tribe in other 164 things, Yob. One day I shall return and show you those lands. You may teach 165 each other." 166 "Are you ready to use the kaatuhpuhlt now?" 167 I sighed. The work had taken its toll, and the going would soon be rough. 168 "Not yet, Yob. Sunset tomorrow, I shall depart. And return with something 169 for the tribe, I will." I noted that my speech patterns were becoming 170 a bit permuted, they were. 171 "Then rest. Your things will be gathered. Be certain to bring my greetings 172 to this other place...." 173 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar +++++ 28 Feb 87 ++++++++++++++++++++++ 174 175 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 176 177 In a partially filled storeroom in the upper reaches of the 178 Inn, hidden behind a tier of boxes, lay the body of a man. 179 His fingers twitched slightly with the return of sensation 180 and neural activity. His awareness struggled against the 181 numbness of his prolonged trance state. The ward spell's 182 summons was still the only coherent thought in his mind. 183 But it was enough. The Magus was soon intoning the words 184 which would counter the detrimental effects of what must 185 have been a much longer sleep than he had foreseen having. 186 He cursed at himself for having attuned his ward spell 187 for only the return of the Philosopher; and for blithely 188 assuming that that return would occur within days of the 189 dancer's appearance. 190 As he worked and massaged his deadened limbs, he 191 wondered just how long he had lain, gathering dust, in the 192 dark room . . . three weeks? a month? two months? 193 And during this time what had she, his quarry, his 194 prey, done? Had she waited? Or had she found some traveler 195 other than the Philosopher to take her another step away 196 from him in this deadly chase? 197 It was more than an hour from the time of his summoning 198 till the Magus was able to walk steadily down the corridor 199 to the stairs and make his descent to the public room below. 200 As the room came into view, he quickly scanned the 201 crowd to find the Philosopher and, he hoped, the shape- 202 changer. He knew he would have no trouble recognizing the 203 Philosopher--after all, he had worn a glamour of that very 204 person the night he had made the false promise of escape to 205 the dancer. 206 "Did she ever discover that little switch?" the Magus 207 wondered with grim humor. 208 He spotted the Philosopher at a small table in the 209 back. He worked his way slowly through the press of bodies 210 and approached the table. 211 "Do you mind if I share your table?" he asked the 212 Philosopher. "It's getting too noisy for me up front." 213 "Go right ahead," said the Philosopher. "I have a 214 feeling my Fortune Teller isn't coming back." 215 "Fortune Teller?" the Magus looked at the Philosopher 216 with interest, as he sat in the empty chair. "Was she any 217 good? Or was it the usual jumble of generalities that could 218 fit anybody?" 219 "I never found out." said the Philosopher. "She talked 220 more about my past than my future, and was only half right 221 with that. She certainly was a strange old girl." 222 "Old," queried the Magus, his interest suddenly 223 serious. "How old, 40's or 50's?" 224 "Oh no, much closer to 80 than 40." 225 Sensing that the Philosopher was becoming curious about 226 his increased interest, the Magus abruptly changed the 227 subject to a seemingly unrelated topic. 228 "I'm a stranger to this region," he began. "Could you 229 tell me if there are any good, deep fishing streams or ponds 230 nearby? I'd like to catch a big one if I could." 231 "No," said the Philosopher. "I'm not much of an 232 outdoorsman. But some of the locals in here tonight could 233 tell you. Just ask around." 234 "Thanks," said the Magus, getting up out of his chair. 235 "I think I'll wander around and do just that." 236 237 Green Eyes (02-28-87) 238 P.S. I would like to thank the Philosopher for not 239 objecting to my rather free-handed use of his character. I 240 hope he suffers no harm from my tampering. 241 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 242 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 243 I was sitting at my usual table, reading and sipping my B&B, when an odd 244 character approached me and asked if I was a fisherman. 245 "Only for lost ideas," I replied. "What is it that you are looking for. 246 I may be able to help, as I have heard every fishing story imagineable, from 247 my comfortable spot here in the warmth." 248 "There is a pond, not far from here, that holds an enormous bass. It can 249 never be caught, though, because if it were, the level of the pond would drop 250 so much that all the little fishes would be left high and dry." I chuckled 251 at the thought picture that evoked, and the stranger grabbed my shoulder 252 rather harshly. 253 "A pond ? Where ? What direction ? How far ?" he cried. 254 "Over that way, not far. Ouch! Follow the stream." 255 #How rude, he didn't even laugh at my story.# I turned and watched him rush 256 for the door. I picked my book up and began reading again, where I left 257 off. Bach is such a wonderful writer. 258 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 259 260 now that there is no PC&S, where do you go? 261 262 @+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@+@ 263 264 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 265 266 SYSOP: I HEARD FROM MAGRATHEA THAT YOU ARE RUNNING ON A DISKWRITER WITH A 267 LATER ROM VERSION THAN MINE. MINE IS "4.7S REV 1" DATED 2/28/79. 268 I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A COPY OF THAT ROM VERSION IF IT ISN'T COPYRIGHTED. 269 I WOULD LIKE TO HOOK THE DISKWRITER UP TO A TANDON TM-100A (5.25", 40 TRK), 270 BUT I DON'T HAVE THE CORRECT ROM. THE CURRENT DRIVE IT IS RUNNING ON IS A 271 5.25" 35-TRK MPI. PLEASE REPLY OR CALL. I DON'T HAVE A MANUAL YET, SO I 272 AM STORING YOUR LOGON MENU FOR LATER READING. 273 THANX! JIM MICHAELS 274 / \ 275 Q Q 276 ^ 277 \_/ 278 OOPS! SYSOP: MY PHONE NUMBER IS 231-xxxx 279 JIM MICHAELS 280 ___________________________________________________________________________ 281 Jim: Mike has no means of copying the ROMs. I'm the guy who bought the 282 other Diskwriter from Magrathea. My diskwriter is out on loan or I'd check 283 the ROM version to see if it was later. 284 ____03/02/87__________Leonard_JD 2446856.8568_________00:33:54_PST_________ 285 (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*) 286 287 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 288 289 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 290 291 The Magus paused just outside the doorway of the Inn to 292 orient himself. The directions he had gotten were vague, 293 in keeping with the person giving them--who had appeared to 294 be reading the bound score of "The Well-Tempered Clavier". 295 He was not one to 'examine the dental cavities of a steed 296 received for no compensation given.' Vague people have 297 their uses, he thought with malicious satisfaction. 298 He set off in what he thought was the right direction. 299 If his estimate of the length of her lead was correct, 300 the shape-changer would only now be preparing herself for 301 the transformation ritual. He had never seen one of her 302 kind performing the rite. Though he had read everything he 303 could find about these rare creatures, it was difficult to 304 separate the facts from the wealth of legend and myth 305 surrounding them. But he did know that the time just prior 306 to transformation was when they were most vulnerable, 307 perhaps even helpless. 308 If only he could catch her before she entered the 309 water, while she was focusing all of her attention inward, 310 then he knew he could capture her and make her his slave, 311 his most obedient servant. Having her in his power was the 312 key to his dreams of power, his empire. But first, she had 313 to be caught. 314 He increased his speed until he was running swiftly and 315 quietly over the ground, his shadow like a stooping falcon. 316 317 Green Eyes (03/02/87) 318 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 319 DONT MEAN TO BREAK ON ON THE WRITING GREEN EYES, BU I REALLY ENOY READING YOUR 320 STORIES. DID YOU EVERTHINK ABOUT PUBLISHING? 321 322 DOOZER. 323 NEED TO HVE BBS IN THE NEW YORK,LONG ISLND AREA VERY IMPORTANT MY NUMBER IS 297 2774 324 SAVE 325 ____03/02/87__________________JD 2446857.6983_________20:45:43_PST_________ 326 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. 327 Milchar: Good luck in your airy quest for that sacred treasure 328 called "home"... 329 Magus: Slaves with power are seldom slaves for long... watch your 330 step. Remember Sting's words in 'Wrapped Around Your Finger'. 331 .-.-.-.-.-.16 days, 15 hours.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu 332 ^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^& 333 Emu: First you mentioned that book by Nabokov, and now `Wrapped Around 334 Your Finger' Is this on purpose, or just 335 o/~ Synchronicity? o/~ 336 ^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^& 337 338 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 339 stories look great. sorry to have missed so much, but no choice. 340 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 341 342 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 343 Emu: If the power and the mind of a slave is subverted by 344 the goals of the master, the slave will remain the tool of 345 the master. The only hope for the slave is to retain some 346 element of free will, and to have goals other than those of 347 the master. 348 349 Green Eyes (03/03/87) 350 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 351 352 DOOZER, pppppp, et. al: This fledgling writer thanks you 353 for your support. 354 355 Bartles and Green Eyes (03/03/87) 356 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 357 358 359 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 360 The Philosopher put down his flagon and looked about him. 361 It had been a strange evening so far. First the fortune 362 teller then a rather annoyed looking magician who wanted to 363 know where to find a good fishing spot had come to his table 364 only to leave again rather quickly. He wondered why the 365 fortune teller had left so abruptly and why the magician had 366 been so intent on finding fish. "There could be some 367 connection," he thought, "but I'm not at all sure what it 368 might be. Perhaps the Bard or ARoNov could help me." But 369 he could see neither ARoNov nor the Bard. Disappointed, he 370 pulled a small jeweled medallion from his robe and held it 371 in his left hand. He closed his eyes and cast a though 372 across the Inn. #Bard, ARoNov, where are you?# 373 374 The Philosopher 375 March 3rd, 1987 376 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 377 378 GREEN EYES: I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE, BUT COULD YOU CHILL OUT A LITTLE 379 ON THE STORIES? 5 CONSECUTIVE ENTRIES OF OVER 30 LINES EACH 380 GETS JUST A LITTLE RIDICULOUS. I WOULD HAVE 'DO 150', BUT 381 THERE WAS STUFF IN BETWEEN I DIDN'T WANT TO MISS. PLEASE 382 JUST SPACE THEM OUT A LITTLE MORE. THANKS. 383 -DAVIS- 384 ___________________________________________________________________________ 385 Piper: If you wish, a 'newsfeed' could be arranged... 386 ...tektronix!reed!percival!leonard 387 ...tektronix!reed!percival!bucket!leonard 388 {mail to percival, files to bucket please} 389 ____03/03/87__________Leonard_JD 2446858.6408_________19:22:44_PST_________ 390 *************************************************************************** 391 Davis: Actually, in the way things have been lately, perhaps you should 392 be decrying the lack of input here rather than Green Eye's input. 393 I cannot complain of excessive use of the system when he is the only 394 one adding much to the system in the last few days. The main reason 395 that the entries are as they are is due to the lack of other input 396 between his entires. How about it people, where are you? 397 ************************ CISTOP MIKEY ************************************ 398 SERVING THE NATIONS OF EURASIA FOR TWENTY YEARS 399 400 Her fingers went through her short hair and left no trace. Looks were 401 important to her only twenty minues after their encounter. No doubt she had 402 no time to worry about it during the chase. Now she wanted to use a compact 403 mirror and she did. Pasha tried to look around the mirror in order to see 404 her. He failed but at least she could not have noticed he had. It only took a 405 few minutes for their waitress to come back. 406 407 Nat folded up the compact and clasped it into place. It was in her purse by 408 the time the waitress was ready to set her coffee down on the table. For a 409 waitress, her hands shook a great deal. It must have been age, decided Pasha, 410 noticing the liver spots on her hands and her wrinkled neck. Her head was 411 stretched out to pour the coffee, her neck was hanging over his place setting 412 in fact. He could see the red marks from having her neck held. Held tight. 413 414 Pasha tried not to show his fear. Nat was picking out a black cartridge from 415 her purse and was about to show it when the waitress took the pitcher of 416 coffee to another table. He had waited for the aging waitress to leave 417 to another table before he told Nat not to drink or eat. 418 419 She was surprised. Frustration tinged her voice as she posed a question about 420 why she should not. Marks on the neck of the waitress convinced her to 421 abstain for a while. It also kept her eyes open, despite her fatigue. It was 422 not the time to show either fright or weariness. 423 424 Each imagined they saw other diners watching them not drinking. Each knew 425 intellectually that it could not have been a diner who had assaulted the 426 waitress that way. It was a person behind the counter or in the kitchen. 427 Pouring cups of cream had never been so tough before. 428 429 Nat held up her mug to set it to her lips when Pasha told her not to actually 430 touch the steaming liquid. Her tone fit the manner she was holding the cup 431 with. It was as if they should be discussing a progressive media of one sort 432 or another. They considered what to do about the possible poison, or their 433 possible paranoia, and they evetually decided to try to duck out the front 434 doors and run for his car. 435 436 Nat put a large bill on the table and stood up very quickly. Pasha followed 437 her out the front door in a huff. Neither one could be sure the motion they 438 saw in the corner of their eyes was not the falling scenery of the diner as 439 they rose. He led her to his car several streets down. Pauses for traffic 440 gave them time to catch breath while they held their breath as the passed the 441 strangers of the New York streets. 442 443 They made it to his car. Pasha got in and reached over to open the passenger. 444 The right click and Nat tried the door handle. The car was short and she 445 nearly tore her skirt and scraped her nylons in sitting down to the level of 446 the seat. Pasha turned the key a few times. When it started, they pulled out 447 slow and drove fast. They ended up parking in Upstate New York and that is 448 when she showed him the cartridge again. 449 LET LIBERTY RING 450 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 451 WELL, NOW THAT DIGITAL RESEARCH WENT BELLY-UP A WHILE AGO, PEOPLE (AMAZINGLY 452 ENOUGH, ARE STILL USING CP/M SYSTEMS (ME BEING ONE OF THEM). KAYPROS, MORROWS 453 AND A WHOLE SLEW OF CP/M EMULATORS/Z80 CPU BOARDS FOR ATARI 520ST'S, IBM'S, 454 APPLES, AND A FEW OTHER BIG NAMES, ETC. 455 NOW FOR THE QUESTION... 456 IS ANYBODY OUT THERE INTERESTED IN THE Z80 CPU OR CP/M THAT I CAN YACK WITH? 457 I HAVE BEEN INVESTIGATING IN UNDOCUMENTED Z80 OPCODES (AS VARIED AND NUMEROUS 458 AS FLIES IN A DESERT) AND SOME OTHER THINGS. 459 I AM STILL TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT DD76 DOES. 460 I HAVE COUNTED ABOUT 400+ NEW MNEMONICS AND HAVE TRACKED DOWN ABOUT 60. 461 MIKE DAY, ARE YOU LISTENING? 462 ALSO, THE Z800 SERIES MPU'S ARE MAKING A COMEBACK. ZILOG IS REANNOUNCING 463 THIS SERIES AGAIN, NOW THAT THE BUGS ARE REMOVED. 464 THE MINIMUM CLOCK SPEED IS 10 MHZ & THE MAXIMUM IS 25MHZ. 465 THE DATA & ADDRESS BUSSES ARE MULTIPLEXED. 466 DATA BUSSES CAN BE 8 OR 116 BITS WIDE, ADDRESS LINES CAN BE 18 OR 24 BITS 467 WIDE (YOUR CHOICE). 468 IT HAS A BUILT-IN MMU, PARALLEL AND SERIAL PORTS, COUNTER-TIMER CIRCUITS 469 AND A 256-BYTE INSTRUCTION CACHE THAT SUPPORTS READING INSTRUCTIONS FROM 470 DRAMS IN BURST MODE, ETC. 471 THIS IS NOT A JOKE. IT RUNS THE CURRENT Z80 OPCODES, AND IT HAS A FEW 472 MORE, TOO. THE MNEMONICS HAVE BEEN REVISED TO LOOK MORE 68000'ISH. 473 NICE NEW INSTRUCTIONS LIKE TRAP, MULTIPLY/DIVIDE SIGNED/UNSIGNED, ETC. 474 HAVE BEEN ADDED. THE Z8216 DIRECTLY SUPPORTS THE ZILOG FLOATING POINT 475 PROCESSOR BECAUSE OF THE 16-BIT DATA BUS. 476 I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH THIS CHIP FLYING ABOUT. 477 ----------------------- 478 MIKE DAY, I AM STILL LOOKING FOR A NICE CHANGE OF 2708'S FOR MY DISK WRITER. 479 YOU SAID TO ASK FOR HELP. I'M ASKING. 480 DO YOU STILL HAVE THE DISK WRITER? 481 JIM MICHAELS 231-xxxx (PLEASE CALL ME) 482 -=-=-=-=-=-=- 483 NU/Y 484 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 485 Emu: 16 days, 15 hours until WHAT? Countdowns make me nervous when I don't 486 know what they are for. Should I be getting my affairs in order? 487 488 Green Eyes: great stuff! I had thought the shape-changer was a bad guy (girl?) 489 and the Magus was a good guy but it seems the opposite is true. Whichever 490 it is, I'm interested in seeing more. I love stories involving the Inn, and 491 wish there was more of them. 492 493 Davis: You know, there are other systems around Portland. Why don't you give 494 some of them a try? Maybe if we're real lucky you'll get lost on the way 495 back and we won't have to listen to you. Personally, I'd rather listen to 496 Green Eyes any day, multiple entries and all. 497 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 498 499 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 500 Sorry, didn't mean to play monopoly--the creative juices 501 just started flowing. I'll try to hold back after this. 502 CISTOP MIKEY: he(?), I'm a she. 503 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX *) 504 The crone leaned against the smooth bark of the willow tree, 505 gasping in an effort to regain her breath. She pressed her 506 hand against her side to ease a painful stitch. She had 507 pushed the old body nearly beyond its limits in her race to 508 reach the pond, so she should expect to pay some price for 509 the speed. 510 She could see a glint of moonlit water through the 511 drooping branches of the willow. Very soon she would have 512 to prepare for transformation, but for now she could only 513 pant, and try to compose her mind. A calm mind was 514 necessary to induce the trance-state of transformation, and 515 she was far from feeling calm. How close on her heels was 516 her pursuer? She had no doubt that he would quickly find 517 out what bodies of water were close to the Inn. 518 How much of a head start did she have, how long could 519 she rest? And where could she escape to? That was the most 520 disturbing question of all. 521 The only worlds open to her were ones she could reach 522 through the water memory--once her body had changed in a 523 body of water, she could always return to that water during 524 a subsequent transformation. But in order to go to new 525 worlds, she first had to be taken there by another traveler. 526 This was why she had sought out the Philosopher, and then 527 waited so patiently for his return. He had promised to take 528 her to one of his worlds, somewhere out of the knowledge and 529 reach of her pursuer. And now that escape route no longer 530 existed, because the Philosopher didn't even remember 531 meeting the dancer, let alone his promise to provide her 532 with transport to another world. 533 She desperately tried for formulate a destination, and 534 decide which of her shapes would be most useful when she 535 reached it. 536 537 Green Eyes (03/04/87) 538 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *) 539 _____________________________________________________________________________ 540 The Romans would parade their captured goods through the streets of Rome. 541 New slaves, the peoples of the conquered lands, walked along with the 542 procession. Romans stood along the streets and gazed upon the bounty of the 543 conquests, both human and material. 544 It was a time of revelling. The wars on all fronts were in favor of the 545 expanding Roman quest for power. The armies could do no wrong. 546 One particular Roman rode along on his chariot. Instead of horses, moor 547 slaves pulled the ornate vehicle through the streets. He glanced across the 548 eight sweaty backs of free men enslaved pulling him to greater riches. 549 Another moor walked beside the chariot, waving a large fan to keep the 550 Conqueror cool in the Mediterranean sun. The moor, a tribal leader in his 551 own land, looked up at the Roman, aglitter in ceremonial dress. The 552 conquerors and the conquered side by side. The moor spoke, in his own 553 tongue, loud enough for the Roman to hear. 554 "All glory is fleeting." 555 He knew the Roman would never understand. 556 557 French Toast 558 ______________________________________________________________________________ 559 PS: Thank you General Patton. 560 ______________________________________________________________________________ 561 562 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 563 Someone asked where did people go, now that PC&S is gone? I answer you, 564 P.C.S. The Portland Computer Society has a pizza social every month. The 565 day is the first Thursday of the month. The starting time is 7:00pm-7:30pm. 566 The place is Stark Street Pizza Co. You are in luck, since this coming 567 Thursday happens to be the first Thursday of March. PC&S -> P.C.S. deja vu? 568 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 569 570 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 571 If, instead, you were referring to the PC & S Tavern that used to exist near 572 the Multnomah Country Library, where PorSFiS and Innhabitants used to lurk 573 on alternate Saturdays, the substitute nowadays is "The Back Street Pub" 574 (as it reads in my copy of the Pulsar), and the next meeting of PorSFiS is at 575 2:00pm on March 7. I'm afraid that Innhabitants lurk there much less often 576 than in the days of PC&S. You'd have better luck going to the PCS Social 577 on March 5th, additional data in message above. 578 ++++++++++++++++++++ 579 "NOW!" I yelled down. 580 Yob cut the rope with his stone knife, releasing the energy stored within 581 the catapult. My body was pressed violently forward and upward... 582 Sunset. Magic was possible. 583 The words were said, the motions made, and I prayed to whatever benevolent 584 beings there may be in the multiverse that I had judged the speed and angle 585 properly. Very soon I'd know. 586 I threw my ebony wand before me, letting it cut a path through the ether to 587 somewhere else. 588 My view of All was breathtaking. My body sailed high above Yob's village, 589 above the valley. I saw the village people wave farewell- 590 Dark enveloped me; I had passed through a familiar-looking circular portal 591 which already was closing behind me. All quickly repaired its wound. 592 Direction seemed to have no meaning here, but I felt motion. I looked in what 593 must have been "forward". The wand was still there, now shining bright, 594 cleaving a route between sphere and sphere. 595 A very large problem when firing a cannon (or, as at present, a catapult) is 596 determining where the shot will land. Okay, fine. Now, how about a 597 *multi-dimensional* shot? Very, very tricky. Especially if you're the ammo. 598 Using all of my skill, I attempted to direct my "motion". The resistance was 599 great; I seemed to be destined to finish the parabola I had begun. I believe 600 I suceeded in directing my landing to the correct dimension, but perhaps luck 601 had more to do with it. At any rate, I felt myself falling- 602 -a window opened before me- 603 -into a river. 604 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar +++++++++ March 4, 1987 at 22:59:30 ++++ 605 E------------------------------------ 606 IN MY DESCRIPTION OF THE Z800 MPU I SEEM TO HAVE MADE A TYPO. 607 THE TEXT SHOULD HAVE READ "16 BITS WIDE" NOT "116 BITS WIDE". 608 I CAN'T SEEM TO MAKE A CORRECTION, SO HERE IT IS. 609 I HAVE THE NAME & NUMBER OF THE LOOCAL REP IN TOWN. 610 JIM MICHAELS 611 ------------------------------------ 612 SNIFF! I'M SO LONELY OVER HERE ON DRIVE B, NO ONE TO TALK TO. SNIFF! 613 614 To Mike Day(The Sysop), 615 This is the Goat Herder(sysop of The Digital Arena).. I heraard that you might 616 have some Shugart 400 or 400L drives for sale, or know werhere to get some.. 617 Is this true?? Please leave me a message either on my board or on Applephilia.. 618 Thankyou 619 620 P.S. The Digital Arena 655-xxxx.. Also, my user number on Applephilia is 72.. 621 TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 621