| From: | CEvans9159@***.com CEvans9159@***.com |
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| Subject: | The Little Boy and his Cyber-Doggie |
| Date: | Thu, 27 Apr 2000 06:55:20 EDT |
"The Little Boy and his Cyber-Doggie"
By Tay-Dor
(Conceived and told 4/27/00 3:30am in #shadowrun)
Once apon a time there was a little boy and his pet cyber-dog. The pet
cyber-dog ran off one acid rainy afternoon. So the little boy grabbed his
Smartlinked-Spatula, cos you never know what you'll find on the streets, and
set out to look for his cyber-dog.
After a block, he found a dead cyber-squirrel with little bits of wire
sticking out of it's little eyeball. So the little boy took his trusy
Smartlinked-Spatula and scraped the dead cyber-squirrely off the sidewalk.
Course, this little boy, growing up near the barrens used a bit more force
than neccesary and the dead cyber-squirrely bounced off the head of Bob the
Troll. Bob the Troll turned around and thanked the little boy and happily
walked off eating his cyber-squirrely breakfast.
So the little boy walked on.
How long would it take him to find his cyber-doggie?
His skin was starting to itch from the harsh chemicals in the rain. But
the little boy persevered, vowing not to stop until he found his cyber-doggie.
But then he stopped.
In front of him was a bunch members of the Creampuff thrill gang. Now to
most people, the Creampuff Thrill Gang isn't very scarey with their poofty
hair and pink frilled suede jackets. But to a little boy, very tough indeed.
The leader of the Creampuffs, Whiffle, pulled out a DMSO ladened Eclair and
said, "Little Boy, give us that gosh darned spatula or we'll make you eat
this really keen eclair."
The little boy, thinking fast, pulls out what he had hidden in his
spacious pocket, his mostest favoritestest thing in the world, his
Smartlinked 10 speed cyber-enhanced Blender from Mitsuhama technologies,
makers of fine computer assisted cooking software everywhere.
The Creampuffs recoiled in horror at the thought of having their eclair
whipped. So the Creampuffs turned tail and ran screaming like a bunch of
little girls who had just found out that they'd have to perform a dissection o
n dead cyber-frogs.
So the little boy walks on.
He doesn't notice that little flakes of skin are faling off, but his skin
itches more and is turning a bright red. Little boys don't listen to the
Renraku Weather Advisories. Renraku Weather Advisories, don't leave home
without one.
The little boy walks on until he is stopped yet again. The trials of
living in the 6th age.
This time it is the Stir Fwy Wok Gang, standing boldly in black leather
jackets and wide metal helmets. Brandishing genetically enhanced Pea pods,
Slices of beef and chicken, and assorted vegatables, the leader demands some
used Bubblegum as payment for passage.
Of course the little boy has not his chewing gum supply. But the little
boy is ever resourcefull. Thinking quickly, the little boy pulls out his
Ares Wiremaster Smartlinked Chopsticks.
Of course, the Stir Fwy Wok Gang's meager weapons are no match for
Smartlinked Chopsticks and they run away.
So the little boy trudges on.
The little boy is constantly itching a lot and has little welts. The
acid rain keeps pouring down. But the little boy cares not for such things.
His mind is set on his goal. To find his cyber-doggie.
But then he stops
He can not believe his eyes
It's to amazing to be believed.
There, in the middle of the sidewalk is...
His Cyber-doggie!
The little boy runs to his cyber-doggie, but doesn't see the gun sticking
out of the black van coming around the corner at high speeds.
A spray of bullets...
..people dance like marionettes...
...a small boy lies gasping his last breaths...
Life is tough in the sixth world.
