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From: rissa@mejac.palo-alto.ca.us Fri Dec 20 11:36:18 1991
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From: rissa@mejac.palo-alto.ca.us (Patricia O Tuama)
To: eniac@mejac.palo-alto.ca.us
Subject: Re: submitted without comment...
Date: Thu, 19 Dec 1991 12:38:06 PST
Wait! I thought it was the Tolkien Ring network!
You had to say it, didn't you?
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The Internet
Three Nets for the Stanford Nethax under the Quad,
Seven for the MIT Hackers in their halls of stone,
Nine for Crays doomed to die,
One for NIC on its dark DECSYSTEM-2060
In the LANs of SRI where the shadows lie.
One Internet to rule them all, One Internet to find them,
One Internet to bring them all and in the ether bind them
In the LANs of SRI where the shadows lie.
-=Paul Flaherty, N9FZX | "One Internet to rule them all,
Computer Systems Laboratory | One Internet to find them,
Stanford University | One Internet to bring them all
Domain: paulf@shasta.Stanford.EDU| and in the ether bind them." -ToIH
--- or, a slightly more modern version
Date: Tue, 17 Jul 1990 16:27:24 EDT
From: M. Strata Rose <strata@fenchurch.mit.edu>
Reply-To: strata@eddie.mit.edu
X-Usnail: 360 School St, Watertown, MA 02172 [617-926-8408]
X-Abode: The Kitten-Infested Swamps [Incoherent Central]
X-Salt-Mines: MIT E10-244, 617-253-7892
X-Rfc822-Compliance: True
Subject: Re: packets carried on little furry feet
Three servers for Athena, which now runs MIT,
Nine for BARRNet, doomed to plunge into the Sea
Seven for Rutgers & JvNCNet, always a luse,
One for the NIC, to do whatever they choose.
One server to rule them, one server to find them,
One server to run them all, and with %HOSTADDR bind them,
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
fenchurch=> telnet 26.3.0.95
Trying...
Connected to 26.3.0.95.
Escape character is '^]'.
4.3 BSD UNIX (mordor)
login:
_Strata, ducking....
---and then there's always
Subject: Tolkien Ring
From: bostic@okeeffe.Berkeley:EDU
Date: Mon, 29 Oct 1990 09:11:31 PST
THE TOLKIEN RING NETWORK
The gathering storm brought them together. Each had unanswered
questions, though not all feared what they might hear. Many knew from
what source the storm sprang, and though none were certain, some
thought the storm heralded greatness, not destruction.
The House of Elrond was honored by the assemblage. Gandalf, the
greatest of wizards, Frodo and Bilbo the hobbits, Aragorn and Boromir
representing the men, Gimli the dwarf and Legolas the elf were
gathered around a great table, discussing the future of Micro Earth.
It had been many ages since all the folk of Micro Earth were in
Rivendell at the same time, The dwarfs burrowed deep in the
mountains, elves wandered the forests, men plowed the fields and
hobbits ate. Each spoke their own tongue, and though they knew a
common one, they had no reason to use it. Now the rising storm could
change all that forever.
Gandalf looked at the young hobbit seated next to him. "Bring
forth the Ring," he said. "It is time all knew its secret."
Frodo paused, as if some unseen force wished to keep the thing
hidden from sight. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and drew forth
the plain golden ring, heavy in his hand. Forged in the eternal fires
of Mount Doom in ages past, the ring bore no mark, no sign of its
power, save a line of finely etched runes that only the wise could
read.
Gandalf spoke in a tongue nearly forgotten, reading the ancient
words: "One Ring to rule them, One Ring to find them, One Ring to
bring them all and in the Darkness bind them."
The Elves present covered their ears and cried in anguish.
Elrond spoke for all his people, saying, "Long ages have passed since
the language of Sauron was spoken in this hall. Too well do we elves
remember our battle against the power of the Blue Lord in the First
Age."
"Indeed," Gandalf said. "Perhaps we should remind ourselves of
that ancient struggle as we debate our course with the Ring of
Power."
The bearded Wizard told the tale of the battle between Sauron
and the folk of Mainframe Earth. He spoke of King Sperry the First,
who ruled long and counted many people but in the end could not
collect the taxes. He told of the wizard Digital, whose followers
wielded the powerful magic of VAX and PDP. Burroughs, the King of
Banking, and Cyber, Lord of the 60-Bit Word, entered the tale with
many others who fought beside them.
"When the battle was over," Gandalf concluded, "Sauron had not
won, and yet he had not lost. While his enemies survived, he would
dominate their destinies throughout the Age of the Big Machines. All
found niches in which they could survive and even prosper, yet none
would ever mount a serious challenge to the great Power again."
Frodo listened intently, The Ring safely back in his pocket. The
Age of Big Machines was fascinating, but he could scarcely see any
connection between that great battle and the current crisis, At
length, he turned to the aged Wizard and voiced that question.
Gandalf considered his reply for some time. "Your question has
no easy answer," he said, stroking his beard, "The world has changed,
and the power of the Blue Lord is not what it once was. Errors has he
made, errors that may yet be his undoing. he remains more powerful
than any other, and his followers grow daily more numerous.
"The ring is the key. Back upon Sauron's finger, it could bind
together the folk of Micro Earth, ending the separation that now
marks our lives. Whether the change would be for good or ill. None
can yet say."
"In the early years of Micro Earth, all was at peace. The young
Fruit King of Cupertino ruled beside Commodore Pet, commander of the
Navy, and CP/M of the Eight Bits. Youthful exuberance was everywhere,
much volleyball was played at lunch, and many BMW's were driven. The
Valley of Silicon seemed unconquerable, and the demand for Fruit
unlimited."
"Far to the East, in a land known only as Armonk, Sauron had
built a device of Power. He had seen the Fruit King prosper and grew
ever more jealous. Sauron's Machine was greater than the creations of
the Fruit King, and Sauron knew his many minions would eagerly seek
its Power. He called upon his 500 greatest followers, the Most
Fortunate-ate, and quickly did the Machine become their standard."
"Loudly did Sauron profess his commitment to the wise God of
Open Architecture. Though suspicions remained, wizards in the Valley
of Silicon wrote many spells to add Power to the Machine. They
devised new Card tricks and worshiped the God of Peripherals."
"The Fruit King's power waned, the Princess Lisa died a painful
death, and his new fruit was thought less tasty than the old. His
fields became full of Mice, and his screens lost their color."
"Yet the Valley itself shone as never before. Its people
prospered and were happy. Sauron had limited their activities but had
rewarded them well. They grew content to work on his engine and soon
ceased to dream of creating engines of their own."
"Sauron's victory was not complete. The Fruit King did not die,
though he came under the thumb of the Cola Lord. When Sauron brought
forth the smaller Chiclets-powered Machine, the Fruit King, his
Commodore and the wizard Atari destroyed it with little trouble.
Sauron's mobile Machine suffered a similar fate at the hands of the
Clone Lord Compaq."
"Sauron thinks too much in terms of Mainframe Earth and has not
adapted well to life in the Micro plain. The price of his Machine is
too high for many, and the legend of his strength carries less weight
than in ancient times."
Frodo fidgeted. Frodo yawned. Bilbo leaned over to his young
friend and whispered, "He'll answer your question on the next week or
so, don't worry."
Gimli spoke, interrupting Gandalf. "What you have told us so far
only confirms what my people believe. Sauron has been good for Micro
Earth. Surely, the existence of the Clone Lords and the continued
power of the Fruit King show the benevolence of Sauron. He is no
longer an evil Lord, facing destruction at the hands of the Gods of
Antitrust."
Fire burned in Gandalf's eyes. "Have you heard nothing that I
have said?" he asked the Dwarf, his voice full of anger. "Sauron
battles from within. He has destroyed the spark of creativity. He
leads, and others follow blindly."
The Dwarf stood his ground. "But what of the Clone Lords?" he
insisted. Gandalf spoke now as a teacher to a well-meaning but
misinformed pupil. "They make machines in the image of Saurons. What
independence does that show? Sauron could eliminate them with ease,
were he to change the basic spell by which his Machine is driven.
They survive by taxing their folk less, not by their wits. Nay, the
fire of innovation burns not within them." He paused for effect.
"And," he intoned, "you forget the Ring."
Boromir had stood at the mention of the Clone Lords. "Take care
in thy criticism of the Clone Lords, Wizard," he said. "The Clones
have saved us much, and theirs are superior to those of the Blue Lord.
Yea, though their innovation may be less, we gain by their presence.
And you speak falsely when you declare that the Clones could be
easily destroyed by Sauron. So long as the Great Spells of Lotus,
WordStar and dBase may be cast on the Clone Machines, they can
survive any assault by the Lord of Armonk.
"Indeed," Boromir continued, "it was the great error of Sauron
to keep his taxes so high that the Clones could gather strength. Now.
tas weeds in his garden, they have strong roots that are difficult to
remove. Sauron may even find a backlash on Mainframe Earth, as his
500 Most Fortune-ate followers discover that the three mystic Blue
Runes hold less magic than was thought." Boromir sat, satisfied of
the truth in his words.
Gandalf's face was tense. Frodo looked puzzled, as did many of
those assembled. Could it be that the Wizard was less wise than they
had thought? Could his vision be failing him at so critical an hour?
Or was it Boromir's human frailties that hid the truth from his eyes?
Aragorn turned to his friend, and spoke kindly. "There is much
in truth in what you say, Boromir of Gondor. Yet one flaw may crack a
large stone. As time passes, the Machines become more and more
powerful, and the wizards improve the spells that run them. If Sauron
changed the Spells of BIOS, the Clones would suffer greatly."
"As new and mightier spells of Spreadsheet or Words appeared the
Clones would find their Machines rendered useless, their powers a
shadow of the might they once possessed. And remember Gandalf's
warning not to forget the Ring."
At the mention fo the Ring, Frodo snapped back to attention. He
felt its cold smoothness in his pocket and asked, "What of the Ring?"
Gandalf took this cue. "With the Ring fully in Sauron's power,
every Machine on Micro Earth could be bound together. And the
Machines of Micro Earth could be bound to those on Mainframe,
Sauron's domain.
"Great wisdom has been promised to those who would join with him
and the Ring: new visions yet unseen, new paths yet untraveled, new
worlds open to explore. Above all, the Ring holds the promise of
Power. The many Elves of Micro Earth could be linked together, able
to share their spells and songs without delay, even over great
distances.
"But the Ring excludes those who are not compatible with
Sauron's plan; some spells work not on the Ring, and simple folk have
been turned into Wraiths in the deadly embrace fo the new Machine.
The gateways that open path from Machine to Machine often fail,
trapping the innocent in limbo between."
Once again, Boromir had heard enough. "Wizard," he cried, "every
object has many sides, and you reveal but few. The Traders of Gondor
can use the Ring to ease their way an lessen their costs. Great
groups of Machines, linked together, will speed trade throughout
Micro Earth and all will benefit. The Ring opens many doors, and
Sauron gains nothing from our passage into most. He forged the Ring,
but we can control its Power."
Legolas considered what Boromir had said. "I see no difference
between the great Ring system you describe and the vast Machines that
rule Mainframe Earth," he said. "The same problems may arise. A break
in the link can disrupt many, not just one. Secrets can be pirated
away down the dark passages. The system grows ever more complex, not
like the simple Machines we now use."
The elf continued, "There is no gain, only a further loss of the
individuality that is slipping like sand through our fingers. A giant
collection of simple Machines? Nay, I say that is a great waste. If
many must speak, let them use the Machines of Mainframe. I dream of
seeing our LAN lush with trees and Fruit, not bound with chains of
wire."
Frodo was again confused. "I see the advantage for the Traders,"
he said, "but of what use is the Ring to simple folk who wish for
nothing more than a warm home and a cold beer?"
Boromir answered, "Through the Power of the Ring, common folk
will be able to bank without leaving their homes; they will have
access to the Great Markets where stocks are traded, and the
financial universe shall open before them. Travelers will be able to
obtain rooms at inns, spare horses or berths on the Wind Ships from
their dining rooms. Many will be their options."
Bilbo smiled sarcastically and whispered to Frodo, "Boromir
thinks a commoner is someone with only one Mercedes."
Gandalf rose to his feet and spoke in his most commanding voice,
"The time has come to stop this debate and decide our course of
action. We may cast the Ring into the Cracks of doom and destroy it,
or wield it and face the consequences, good or ill."
Frodo spoke, "I will take the Ring to the South, toward Gondor
and the Realm of Sauron. It is a long journey, and Destiny will
decide our course."
Few of the folk around the table had expected such a statement
>from the quiet hobbit, but quickly they nodded in unspoken agreement:
Frodo should lead them to the edge of Sauron's domain. Perhaps then
the great forces of Destiny would act to show the way.
As Frodo and Bilbo walked down the stone path to the small room
they shared, the elder hobbit looked at his friend and asked him why
he had chosen this way to travel.
Frodo walked on in silence for a moment, as if concerned only
with not tripping over cracks in the stones. "I know that the Traders
can use the Ring to great advantage, and all of Micro Earth will be
enriched," he said. "I fear that Gandalf and Legolas are also right,
that creativity and innovation are curtailed by Sauron's scheme."
"Though no noe mentioned it, I believe that fewer new and
unusual spells will be written if the Ring becomes the way of things
and people look to share one great spell, rather than buying their
own. I have yet to see any advantage for the common folk, but the
natural curiosity of men may bring forth some unknown and useful
task. Most of all, I feel in my bones that the ring will come to be
used and thought of differently than anyone now suspects."
"I will go toward Sauron and the Cracks and hope that along the
way I am given a sign to follow. The Ring tempts me. It cries out to
be worn and used. Another voice inside me wishes I had never heard of
Sauron or his Ring. I may destroy it, or I may give it to Sauron and
help him wield it. I only fear that I will have to choose before I
know which course is right."
The two hobbits continued down the path without speaking, both
knowing that further words were unnecessary. The greatest minds on
Micro Earth had been gathered around that table, and Bilbo saw that
Frodo had the farthest reaching vision of all.
The histories of both micro and Mainframe Earths were full of
leaps into the unknown, some successful and some not. Perhaps, Bilbo
thought, neatness and order should be brought into the chaos. Perhaps
the Wizards should be made to try rational behavior just once.
The old hobbit laughed out loud. And perhaps they can teach a pig
to sing.
-- William Robinson, Network World, 22 June 90