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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 26 NOV 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 :::::::::O O::::::::21:27:::::::::::::::::::::::::11/26:::::O O:::::::::::::::: 21 It's been a LOOONG time since I've been way up here, in my predestined 22 position. While I'm here, I'd like to thank all the little people who've... 23 ... and don't (just) applaud, throw money. 24 ::::::::::::O O::::::::::::::::voyeur:::::::::::::::::O O:::::::::::::::::::::: 25 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 26 To: Questioner of previous disk, concerning measured phone service. 27 This means that there will be a basic charge each month for phone service, 28 plus additional charges for the time used in the call and how far one calls, 29 that is, how far removed the answering phone is. Clearly, this is a problem 30 for everyone, as the customer will pay for local phone service in the same way 31 as a long distance call. (Not the same rates, of course). Anyway, those who 32 are dependent upon their parents for phone service will have their modem time 33 severely limited, and those who live alone may not be able to afford a phone 34 , (Senior citizens.) I have just heard that the phone company abandoned that 35 idea, but the local PIRG is trying to get a bill on the next ballot that will 36 prevent the phone company from implementing it. I'll leave a name or a group 37 to contact, sometime within the next few days, depending upon whether I am able 38 to go to school tomorrow, (They're predicting snow.). I have a friend in 39 OSPIRG who I can ask about this. If we can get most or all of the modemers 40 in on this (We all have a vested interest in keeping the current system), then 41 we should have no problem. Measured phone service also inhibits all sort of bu 42 siness or personal communication. Don't let them **** us over!!!!!!!! 43 Piotr........the heathen 44 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 45 P.S. Mikey... why Enter Only?....Piotr 46 """"""""""""""""""Are you out there Punchinelo? SOLI... 47 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$ 48 49 Phantom 429 50 by 51 John Silverman 52 (Part 9) 53 54 My neighbor was at the door to bitch about the TV interferance again. I ran into him on the way out. I untangled 55 myself and ran out through the howling rain to my car, his curses fading behind me. 56 The engine was cold and didn't want to start. After five tries I was about ready to tear it out barehanded. 57 Finally it roared to life. As soon as I tried to back out, it died. I sobbed in frustration as I turned the key again. 58 Too late. I knew I was going to be too late. 59 I pulled out right in front of a truck. His horn blared as he missed me by inches. I barely noticed. I fishtailed 60 into the left lane an floored it. It was raining to beat all hell, and if somebody pulled out in front of me, I'd 61 hydroplane right into them. I sailed through two red lights, wipers trying in vain to keep the window clear. Finally I 62 pulled up in front of the main gate to the cemetary. I kept a folding shovel in the trunk for when the car got stuck. I 63 grabbed it, leaving the trunk open, and ran to the gate. It was locked, of course, but I scaled the fence with little 64 dificulty. 65 It took me a moment to get my bearings in the dark and the rain. The I found it. Roy's gravestone. Without 66 hesitation I plunged the blade into the earth. 67 The sod came up with a wet ripping sound. I piled shovelful after shovelful of dirt beside me. Soon I had to climb 68 into the hole to get deeper. The work was hard and my muscles screamed for relief. I worked all the harder, tears 69 streaming down my face and mingling with the rain. I knew I was too late but couldn't stop. 70 After what seemed like forever the coffin was finally uncovered. I threw the shovel out of the hole and planted my 71 feet on either side, so I could open the lid. As I bent down to grab the latch, I stopped. 72 There were voices in there. 73 The unreality of the situation froze me solid in my tracks. I didn't know WHAT was in there or what would happen 74 if I opened the lid. Then I went ahead and opened it anyway. 75 The body was just a dim shape in the darkness. I paid it little heed. What caught my attention was the CB by its 76 side. 77 It was on. 78 It was one of those little battery pack jobs. It might have been left on when he was buried. But why didn't it run 79 out of juice before now? 80 Suddenly Jennifer's voice came out of the speaker, clear as a bell. "Roy? Where did you go? I'm almost there." 81 By God I still had a chance! I picked up the thing and threw it against the tombstone above me. It shattered, the 82 pieces raining back down into the hole. My heart was elated. Safe. She was safe! 83 Something struck my left ankle. I fell forward into the coffin and screamed in pain as my right shin snapped like 84 a toothpick. I was laying on top of Roy. Most of the skin on his face had rotted, leaving only bare white bone. Slowly 85 the skull turned until I was staring into eyeless sockets. The jaw moved as if trying to form words. I forgot my leg 86 and tried to move, to get away from this THING but all my muscles locked. The chest heaved and rasping sounds came from 87 the puntured windpipe. Then I heard his voice. In my mind. 88 "You should have listened. You should have stayed away." Was all he said. Repeating it over and over. Cold, bony 89 hands came from nowhere and clamped on my throat. I tried desparately to inhale as I clawed at the hands but they were 90 impossibly strong. A black curtain settled over my mind and my last thoughts were of Jennifer. I wondered if she was 91 all right. It looked like Roy was getting me in her stead... 92 93 (TO BE CONTINUED...) 94 95 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$ 96 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( just sneakin' around )))(((*)))((( Ripple ))) 97 98 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Lurk before vacation...|||| PEN NAME |||||||| 99 NU 100 101 HELP 102 103 104 105 OFF 106 EXIT 107 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\23 108 The entrance he picked was a hole about ten by twenty feet. Nobody in sight of this particular breach, which suited 109 him fine. A fifteen foot leap cleared the rubble at the hole's base, and he was inside. 110 The only other entrance in the room was a heavy oak door. James tried the knob and, of course, it was locked from 111 the other side. Who needed this grief? With a curse he lashed out a foot. The door exploded outward in a shower of 112 splinters. Those splinters rained down on a small battalion of the meanest and best armed troops he had seen in a long 113 time. Soldiers and intruder stared at each other, amazed, for a long second. Then with a strange battle cry, they 114 rushed the young man. 115 Chalk another one up to Murphy's law, James thought as he raised the sword before him. He dove almost headfirst 116 into a wall of razor sharp steel. 117 Fortunately he had something more effective than steel. The soldiers were hampered by the confined space. So was 118 James, but to a much lesser extent. Every time a blade or club was swung at him, he managed to be somewhere else. But 119 when his sword flashed, somebody died. The armor they wore was useless against its edge. Within half a minute most of 120 the troops lay on the floor, either dead or wounded. The few that were left stared in horror at the slight figure that 121 stood untouched among the bodies. There was an evil, insane gleam in his eye and when he turned to face them, they 122 fled. 123 James quickly followed. He couldn't just waste everybody in the place. He needed to find Tariya, and fast. Through 124 the darkened corridor he ran, coming out into a huge auditorium. This place had been pretty hard hit. There was rubble 125 all over and people rushing about. Nobody paid him the slightest attention. 126 An older man in a much decorated soldier's uniform ran by, cursing the cowards that staffed this outpost. James 127 thought he might have recognised him as one of the attackers from last night. The old man didn't see him in the 128 shadows until James' hand shot out and grabbed him by the armored coller. Steel crumpled in his fingers as he hauled 129 the man bodily into the doorway, out of sight of the public. 130 "What is-" The soldier gasped, amazed at his assailant's strength. Then recognition came. "You! But you're dead! I 131 watched the commander slit your throat!" 132 "I got better." Was James' reply. "I want to know what you did with the girl. Now!" 133 The soldier struggled but couldn't get free or reach his weapons. Finally he pleaded, "I can't! The Commander would 134 have my life if I talked!" 135 "I'll have your life if you don't!" but the soldier wouldn't say anymore. Time to get serious. James reached into 136 his boot and pulled out a small .38 derringer. He placed one of the gun's two barrels against the man's knee, just 137 behind the plate that protected it, and pulled the trigger. 138 The solidier's whole body spasmed and he held a scream back between cleched teeth, just barely. Blood gushed out 139 from the h }. He would have collapsed if not for James holding him up. In a calm, clear voice, the young man said, 140 "That was the left one. Shall we try for two?" 141 In a weak, shakey voice the man spilled everything he knew. In fact, he wouldn't shut up. When James had had enough 142 he threw him down the corridor like a rag doll. He didn't know if Tariya was alive, but he did know where to find her 143 if she was. 144 And she was with the man who had tried to kill him. 145 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 146 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppstill lurkin'pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 147 You can call me obsessed, but when you've got two dogs, one a puppy in the process of being house-trained, I guess you 148 might say I have a right to be. 149 It's this poop thing you know. Yesterday morning I woke up to that awful smell dog-owners hate. There it was, sitting 150 in a clump in the living room. I could swear it was in the shape of a smile, mocking me for having to clean it up. 151 152 And there was that dumb puppy, wagging its tail, as if nothing was wrong. Dumb thing is so cute, it takes a lot of 153 effort to whack it upside the head when it stares at you with those puppy eyes, pretending it doesn't have thg 154 (the) slightest idea what it did wrong. 155 156 Again, I might be obsessed, especially with such a gross topic, but it occurs to me that dogs are not very fuel 157 efficient. I mean, we feed 'em once or twice a day, and once or twice a day they deposit a clump of waste at least as 158 large as the food they consumed! Just think if humans did the same: we eat three or four times a day, and if we had to 159 do the same, the toilet paper companies would be larger than Exxon! 160 161 What do they do with that food? And where do they get their energy? 162 163 My obsession is justified when you realize that not only do we have two dogs, one the aforementioned puppy pooper, but 164 another (his mother) who is in heat (we did finally get a doggie diaper- much cleaner but still gross). It's such a 165 pain in the rear to unsnap the thing all the time that we don't let her out as often. So, since she had to go and we 166 didn't realize it, she went downstairs. 167 168 I walked down there, and the familiar smell wafted into my nostrils, triggering immediate feelings of destruction- 169 minded fury. 170 171 And there it was. A big glob of poop right in the middle of a cardboard box. The cardboard box contained some important 172 papers. She was either making a statement as to the quality of my work or trying to hide it. 173 174 And of course when I dragged her down the stairs to show her the work (I think she'd already seen it though) and spank 175 her accordingly, she peed on my foot the whole way down in fright. 176 177 Sign me, 178 Pooped Out. 179 180 popopopopopopopopopoopoopoopoopoopoopooppooooppopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopop 181 en 182 We already have 12 yes 12 dogs, so what's one more (or less). [*=*] 183 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 184 185 Like an elegant lady gone to seed, the Bogart Arms stood on the shores 186 of Lake Geneva. Amid frayed tapestries and overstuffed leather chairs, 187 private eyes in rumpled trench coats and cynical foreign agents sat 188 with newspapers concealing their faces in the cavernous lobby. A glimmer 189 of recognition shone in more than one of the agent's eyes as Maria and 190 Mohammed Wassir entered the hotel through the revolving door. 191 "Mohammed," Maria said, "are you sure we'll find anything here? 192 Perhaps this is a wild duck chase." 193 "That's goose chase," Wassir said. "And I think we were drawn here 194 for a reason. While you were sleeping, I checked my sources. It seems 195 that the famous cybernetics expert, Professor Hugo Stuffit, was abducted 196 from this hotel not more than three days ago. The Bogart Arms is notorious 197 for intrigue and adventure. Never fear, I'm sure we'll discover something." 198 The pair approached the front desk. "Yes sir, could I help you?" The 199 thin, nervous desk clerk asked. 200 "We'd like a room," Wassir said. 201 "And for how long will it be?" 202 "I'm not sure... let's start with a week." 203 "Certainly, may I have your name?" 204 "Mohammed Wassir." 205 "Oh yes, Mr. Wassir, we have your reservation here. You've been 206 booked for the Vatican Suite." 207 "But we didn't...." Maria said in confusion. Wassir laid a hand on 208 her arm and silenced her with a shake of his head. 209 "That will be fine," Mohammed said. "Would you like payment in 210 advance?" 211 "Oh no sir, your room is being paid for by the Crudleco Corporation. 212 The note says that your account is to be unlimited. Your room is 1313." 213 The clerk rang a small silver bell on the counter. "Front..... boy!" 214 A twisted gnomish bell hop in a red uniform and pill-box hat appeared 215 from nowhere and gathered up Wassir's and Maria's bags and walked them to 216 the elevator. As the doors to the lift closed, Wassir could hear the 217 rustle of newpapers and the excited whispers of the men and women in the 218 lobby. Yes, this trip might become quite interesting. 219 220 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Valinor *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 221 222 ********************************************************************* 223 224 John Silverman: curse on (TO BE CONTINUED). You really had me sitting 225 on my hands on that one. more more more please, pretty please? 226 ********************************kathyD************************************* 227 You've got to be kidding. I was laughing at the absurdity of it all... 228 (sorry John,I don't mean to belittle your writing, but in my very humble 229 opinion, and as perhaps some feedback from one of your readers, if you're 230 interested... your story ended up to be pure horror, but started out with 231 no hint of same. Think of the movies, The Exorcist would not have been as 232 scary at the end if the groundwork hand't been properly laid- mood music, 233 greater and greater scares as time went on, etc. I think the skeleton is 234 fine, but it seems out of place in an originally CB love story that turned 235 into a ghost story that has now turned into a pure horror fantasy. 236 237 Keep it up... just a thought... and now that I am in tune with your horror 238 aspect perhaps the next reel or two will grab better. 239 240 THE SELF-STYLED CRITIC====================================================== 241 Valinor: good work, I haven't quite figured out who all is working with 242 this Wassir story, but your entry is one of the sweetest: to the point, 243 clear, and comparitively short, which is much easier to read. Please go on! 244 (And your humor is also welcome, and a nice sly change of pace...) 245 246 TSSC 247 248 ============================================================================ 249 *_#)@*%_)%*!_)%*!_)%*!_#)%*_)*@#)_%*@#)_%*@#_)^@_)^&@_)*$_)*^#$)_*^#)_$^*#$ 250 Mikey:News from Compuserve. I'll call with the details. Is U.S. Digital 251 going to be open Friday? 252 Voyeur: Welcome back (even if it is at the top). 253 %(*_)%(*@)_%_@#*)%_)@#*%)@_#%*@ L'homme sans Parity *%#@_)*%_@#)*%@#_)%*@#% 254 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+ 255 Well, gang... looks like I get to go home for the weekend and feast on 256 some turkey ( a vast departure from what I'm eating here). So... looks like 257 we'll be popping out for the weekend. Sure hope I don't miss John's next 258 entry. 259 260 As for the Tripods, there are pleas of innocence from this party--a victim 261 of twits--. 262 263 HAPPY THANKSGIVING 264 265 and keep writing, only more slowly so I don't miss anything. 266 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ POPPING IN (popping out?) O+O+O+O+ 267 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ 11-27-85 3:23 pm O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ 268 <-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-> 269 ========================================================================================== 270 There are two types of people in this world....The Educated and the Intelligent... 271 The Educated only believe half of what they hear.......... 272 The Intelligent know which half........................... 273 274 ...................frantic freddy.............................................. 275 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 276 """"""""""""""""""To all writers: keep up the good work! SOLI... 277 TO: (classified) 278 SUBJECT: JD 279 All previous entries too large by 2^-1. Adjust plans accordingly. 280 ______________________________JD 2446397.2881______________________________ 281 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 282 John Silverman: I love it! Did you have to stop there? I am reminded of 283 Oliver Twist: "Could I have some more?" Please!!! 284 NET, Underground, et al: Enjoying youse guys too... 285 Destroyer: ... and you. 286 PELL-MELL travelers: What's happened to you? Need we send a search party? 287 288 If I missed anyone, I'm probably enjoying your stories too. Lots of good 289 stuff on the board this month. Is it the weather? 290 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>...!psu-cs!nelsons<><><> 291 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 292 293 delete 294 :::::::::::>:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 295 piotr: yeah, if you put up an address or something, its guarenteed that you 296 could get at least 100 people who value 297 the American System and who will write, on this and other boards.....keep it up... 298 jim price 299 (icepick willie) 300 SORRY TO DO THIS ON YOUR BOARD BUT I NEED A MODEM CHECK AS I AM TRYING TO INTEGRATE A NEW MODEM INTO MY SYSTEM AND NONE OF THE O301 THER BOARDS SEEM TO BE PUTTING UP WITH B.S. LIKE THIS 302 ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ1234567890= 303 abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz!@#$%^&*()+-/~ 304 []_?'" 305 Why don't all of my characters echo on those expensive boards? Everything seems to work fine. 306 Thank You very much. 307 THE MODEM INTEGRATER! 308 309 ?????????????///////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\?????????????? 310 ?????????????\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////?????????????? 311 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 312 Another day at NET World Headquarters saw Farley looking glumly at a huge 313 stack of reports, folders, and assorted junk mail that lay upon his desk. 314 For the seventeenth time he took up a clean report sheet, wrote on it for 315 several minutes, looked at it in disgust, crumpled it up, and deposited it in 316 the nearest wastebasket. He sighed again, and reflected a moment on the 317 lack of paperwork he had had to do when he was on his own. 318 Thinking in this way brought, as it always did, back memories of his days with 319 Fred. If only... no, better not to think about that, he decided. Back to 320 work, such as it was. 321 At that moment, a large yellow envelope was plopped on top of the stack by 322 Jan Kendall, the senior secretary for the section of which Farley was a part. 323 "Important document for you, Eugene. Ian wants you to read it immediately." 324 Farley nodded. Jan sensed his mood and hesitated a bit. "Want to talk?" 325 Farley looked up, shook his head slightly. "No, not really. Thanks for 326 asking, though. Tell Ian I'll get to it right now." As he said that, he 327 reached for the envelope and tore it open. Jan left. 328 It read: 329 "Farley, 330 AL'homme and Fellows are on special assignment. Your next field assignment 331 will be with them, so you'll be on leave after you finish that paperwork. 332 Let it never be said I am a slavedriver. Enjoy Thanksgiving. 333 Ian" 334 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$# 12:33am Thanksgiving 85 335 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 336 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$ 337 World War III. And three friends, taking what they thought was a 338 survivalist's vacation, suddenly find themselves in a survivalist's nightmare. 339 Civilization has dissappeared, and all they have left is each other. 340 It's not enough. 341 342 Project Rubicon Presents: 343 344 FREEHOLD 345 by John Silverman 346 347 A tale of the end of the world and what happens next. 348 Running now on: 349 350 Project Rubicon 351 (657-9108) 352 Board #3 (Rubicon Artists) 353 354 CALL NOW! 355 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$ 356 357 ............. ............. ............. ............. 358 A walk in the stark cold air revitalizes a small sense of deter- 359 mination. Unconsciously you are prodded to get to where you should be. 360 I should have been back at the Center quite some time ago. They shall 361 not miss me. Nor shall I miss their atempts to put straight the befuddled 362 notions within me. Doctors don't know everything. 363 In the time that has passed since I was fluent at traversing 364 these horrid streets many things have been altered. Half the buildings in 365 the downtown area are definitely new or different. A few of the old con- 366 tacts might still be out there, several won't. Driving here is a night- 367 mare. All these orange buses in the way and the torn-up roads are far 368 from tollerable. Orange? what ever happened to the blue and the red? 369 Maybe, if I'm extremely in God's good graces I might be able to 370 visit one specific person before my time runs out... Why do I feel that 371 the hours remaining are numbered? Always limitations. 372 Well, I think this delapedated office building out to be the 373 right one if I'm not mistaken. I drop an old knickel in the meter and 374 head for the entrance. This won't be easy. 375 ............. ............. ............. ............. 376 377 ch /delapedated/diplaidated/ /out to be/ought to be/ etc. 378 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 379 (lost in the Pell-Mell) 380 The doggie story reminds me of an experience I had many years ago in Eugene. 381 A young boy was attempting to give away a box of puppies on a street corner. 382 He was DETERMINED that I needed one -- that kid was destined to become a 383 salesman. At his insistence, I inspected one of the little wigglers. It was 384 warm, fat, and soft. Perhaps it was cruel, but when I handed it back, his 385 determination was replaced with horror. 386 "No thanks, I'm a vegetarian." 387 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 388 That's a laugher. You got me p-p. 389 390 ++++++++++++++++++one who doesn'tlaugh easily++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 391 And happy Thanksgiving! And it seems to me that (although I'll be in town) out 392 of courtesy to those friends of ours on this BBS that a short moratorium (how 393 the hell do you spell THAt one?) on 394 long stories would be appreciated by those who are away. Just a thought, in 395 a world full of thoughts, in a universe undefined. 396 397 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++me++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 398 +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_ 399 400 Two notes: (1) I'm testing y father's VIC20 and boy is it a piece of sh--. 401 About 22 chars. across here, how can anyone read thesethings? Also, 402 why in heck do people log on and leave just a stupid boarder? 403 I wrote the above, logged on about a half hour later, and some 404 dope put that other stupid boarder there. 405 I vote for less boarders and more writing, keep 'em at a minimum, 406 MINIMUMMINIMUMMINIMUMMINIMUMMINIMUM 407 Oh boy, are we in for it now! The latest issue of Variations has an article 408 on a Gay BBS..... 409 .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. 410 411 412 """"""""""""""""""Now activating Alpha Dawn directive program... SOLI... 413 414 415 416 end 417 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT 418 ...BELOW SOMEONE ELSE - AND IN GOOD ORGANIZATIONS THEY AREN'T 419 420 Fellows continued to read in amazement. The packet, now open, read like 421 a cornucopia of reorganization and redistribution. Ian and The Committee had 422 certainly earned their pay when they put this whole plan together. Not a 423 single department was above the sweeping hand of change. Field agents, always 424 the most elite in the organization, would be subject to the least variation in 425 their current procedures, but even there change was in the offing. 426 NET agent Fellows continued to burn the midnight oil and finished the 427 packet just before dawn. A note at the end of the packet from Ian bore mute 428 testimony to the seriousness the head of NET was taking this whole process. 429 430 YOU WILL BE EXPECTED IN MY OFFICE AT 11:30AM TOMORROW FOR A 431 25 MINUTE BRIEFING. DURING THIS PERIOD YOU WILL BE GIVEN A 432 CHANCE TO COMMENT ON THE CONTENTS AND RAMIFICATIONS OF THIS 433 ORGANIZATIONAL REORDERING. AT THE END OF THE BRIEFING, YOU 434 ARE TO MEET WITH AGENT PARITY ON LEVEL 7 AND PROCEED TO 13 435 WHERE YOU WILL WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. 436 437 With the terse note still heavily on his mind, Fellows attempted to get 438 some sleep before reporting to headquarters. Instead of finding restful sleep, 439 Fellows found his bed filled with nightmares. 440 441 TTTTTTT 442 443 Dr. Macrobius' intense paperwork was disturbed by a pounding on his door. 444 Glancing at his wall clock, he noticed that it was only 7:30AM, over an hour 445 before most of the employees in the building he worked at arrived. As NET's 446 premier psycho-analyst he was used to such interruptions, but not so early 447 in the morning. Dr. Macrobius switched his door unlocked, and with another 448 flick of a switch, the door opened. 449 Macrobius recognized Fellows immediately. He had always thought him a 450 very stable agent. He attributed this level-headedness to Fellows' ability 451 to use humor in any situation. It was obvious humor was the last thing on 452 Fellows' mind at the moment. 453 "Please come in Fellows. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. What 454 can I do for you?" 455 "Doctor, I need help. I had a dream last night. Actually a nightmare. More 456 vivid than anything else I have ever dreamt before. Can you help me?" 457 Fellows pleading face made Macrobius pause for just a moment. He was 458 not used to such vulnerable exhibitions of emotions from seasoned NET agents. 459 "Yes, of course. Now tell me Fellows, what was your dream about?" 460 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT FELLOWS TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT 461 462 Note to voyeur: Any chance of seeing another familiar face during this new 463 episode of activity? 464 Farley: Glad to see you back. Fellows. 465 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 466 Ripple? Where be those hoven beasts of yore? 467 468 :::::::::::O O:::::::12:58::::::::::::::::::::::::11/28:::::::O O:::::::::::::: 469 Fellows: Work is settling down, the great Conversion that has been the 470 Company Goal for the last 2-3 years is a fait accompli, so I've 471 got the time. The energy? The motivation? And then, of course, 472 I don't have the faintest idea what the developing story is all about. 473 ::::::::::::::::O O:::::::::::::voyeur:::::::::::::::::::O O::::::::::::::::::: 474 Entyre/Acey IIc/Linus Feed 475 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 476 *************************************************************************** 477 L'HOMME: YES, USD WILL BE OPEN FRIDAY AS USUAL. 478 *************************** CISTOP MIKEY ******************************* 479 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 480 Hours later it moved again, now a pulsing deep red. Transformed into a different shape 481 it now looked somewhat like a two foot tall octopus out of water. A large bulbous head 482 with one pefectly round eye, with two bright green pupils. Saliva dripped menacingly from 483 it 484 s large fangs surrounded by pink, almost human lips.13 tentecles, with small 3 fingered 485 talons moved constantly, searching, grasping. 486 487 It inched across to the edge of the table and clawed its way to the floor. 488 once down it moved towards the door. and then to the world. 489 490 a recent article.............. 491 investigators are puzzled over the death of a new york man. Errol mosbourne was found 492 dead in his home, every nerve, including his brain was missing from his body. 493 He was a research specialist at the New York institute for the study of the mind......... 494 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa constable (somewhat choppy) aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 495 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 496 Icepick and all: If you are interested in supporting the local PIRG on this measured 497 service thing, get in contact with me on either the !Q or CBBS/Aloha. The numbers of 498 which are respectively 771-xxxx and 649-xxxx. Leave a message for Scott Wirth. I'll 499 get you information as soon as possible. Hopefully, someone will call me this weekend 500 concerning getting the modemers in on this thing. Otherwise, I'll try and go to a meeting 501 of OSPIRG pretty soon. Somehow or another, I will get better information out to those peo 502 ple who contact me. Thank You. 503 Piotr......the heathen 504 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 505 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 506 Gosh, all this space... Where is PAM when we need her most? 507 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 508 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 509 Where indeed. I think it's South America if I'm not mistaken. 510 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 511 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 512 South America? I don't think rowan will grow in South America; I can't 513 imagine PAM would travel where the rowan does not grow... 514 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 515 ] 516 517 518 519 520 521 522 523 524 tttttt ttttt tt t tt in a thousand years t ttt ttttt ttt ttttttt 525 ttttt t tttt t t who'l care about our tears t ttt ttt ttttt ttttt 526 527 ||||||||||||||||||| but with a thousand eyes ||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 528 ||||||||||||||||||||| they'll see our lies |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 528