| From: | CEvans9159@***.com CEvans9159@***.com |
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| Subject: | The Certified Credstick |
| Date: | Sun, 11 Apr 1999 04:59:33 EDT |
It started life in a bundle of it's brethren. It reveled in is sleek
black length and eagerly awaited the chance to contain some data in it's
allotted memory storage. Then one day it happened. A hand reached in and
grabbed it. The cred stick was rudely thrust into a port in a banking
machine. Suddenly it was in heaven. It's storage was being filled! Even
better! It was getting real money! It wasn't being relegated to the mundane
SIN carriers. It was becoming one of the holy of holys, a certified
credstick.
Now it had real data. data that translated directly into the power
to purchase things. It looking in on itself and saw the amount. ¥100,000.00
It was rich! What was going to happen to it. Who knows? A few moments
later it was stuffed into a small black case and it saw no more.
Hours later, it heard voices.
"Did you get it?"
"Of course Mister Johnson. Did you bring the money?"
"Let me see the item first. Then I will pay you as we agreed."
There were some sounds of objects being moved. "At last, I have the Sacred
Knife of Kunalif-Honatep. Phase one is complete. You have performed most
satisfactorily."
The credstick felt the case being lifted and opened. The hand
grabbed it and took it out of the comfortable womb of the stick case. No!
Not that! it was being placed into the warty hand of an ork! How ignoble!
It would be lucky if it got used to buy anything more wondrous than tusk
polish. Oh the horror. But wait! What was the ork doing? No! You can't!
It's precious data was being split up between four other credsticks. What a
let down. not used, merely redistributed. How uncouth can these people be?
What are they? Are these Shadowrunners?
by Tay-Dor 1999
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