| From: | "J.D. Falk" <jdfalk@***.GWU.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Sprawl: Win-dot-bat |
| Date: | Sun, 9 Jan 1994 00:28:56 -0500 |
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Win-dot-bat
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In the aftermath of the global upheaval caused by Microsoft going
out of business in the early 2020's, one warehouse filled with Windows
software was forgotten. It wasn't emptied, or sold. In fact, legally, it
still belongs to the Bill Gates estate. (Ironically, the warehouse has no
windows.)
But in actuality, its been turned into a bar cum dance hall cum
gang hang-out, called (for some unknown historical reason) Win-dot-bat.
Its popularity has come and gone in the twenty or thirty years its been in
operation, but its always there.
The bar (made up of old IBM terminals welded together) is tended
by a bitter elf, who still hates his Elfinness. His name forgotten with
the Awakening, his identity is now linked forever with the history of the
bar -- people know him only as Progman.
Newcomers to the place are simply ignored until they become more
recognized -- the only way to become a regular is to roll with the
punches, ignore the insults, and -- most of all -- stay alive until the
other regulars recognize you.
There are no rules except that you pay for your drinks, accost the
regulars, and never, _ever_ say _anything_ good about old Microsoft
products. Nothing.
And don't mention Vulcans to the bartender.
