|From:||Freddy Frypp <JAMES-CUENO@*********.EDU>|
|Date:||Thu, 11 May 1995 12:15:30 CST|
You see the laughing man from before, sitting in the couch, a cable
running down to a remote control deck in his lap. Blood runs down
his face from hollow eye sockets.
"Dammit. You'd think anybody else would be hysterical. No - not me.
Wake up in a pool of blood, my eyes gouged out and my thumbs in my
ears - mind you, my hands were 'cuffed behind my back." He holds up
both hands, wiggling eight fingers. "So what do I do, after panicking
for a sec, slip the cuffs - real easy to do with nothing for 'em
to catch on - find my deck and jack in. Glad I got the camera working
again on this damn thing or I'd be in really shit shape. <sigh>"
"Hold on, where'd I put those ruby slippers?" The man jumps up and
looks around before rembering he needs the drone to see. "Spot,
c'm'ere." The camera bounces around as the drone traverses the trash
littering the room.
"Bingo, here they are." Sure enough, Rumormonger finds a pair of red
sequined stilletto heel shoes and puts them on. "I hope somebody's
gettin' a laught outta this. There's no place like home, there's no
place like home, there's no place like home. Brimmy, hurry up and get
yer hoop in here."
The spirit's familiar form materializes in the room. "I like it."
"Yeah well, frag you an' the bike you rode in on." The spirit
bristles at the last.
"I want you to find the joker that did this to me and bring him to
me. Then I want you to wave your hands an' grow me some new eyes.
An' then -." The spirit backhands him, knocking him out of his heels.
"You've had your three."
"My presence, your assailant, his presence. I will be back." The
spirit fades from view.
"Dammit" Rumormonger reaches for his VCR dataport and yanks the
plug, ending the signal.
+++++ END VIDEO
Wait there's more. Brimmy got 'im. Lucky he hadn't gone far and my
'Skmimmer latched on to Brimstone's bike's noise.
+++++ RESUME VIEO
The camera flits along the sidewalk, running somewhat parallel to a
figure on a motorcycle. The helmeted head looks at the camera, which
suddenly veers in another direction after a car. The camera swings
back around in time to see the biker slowing to the pace of a bald
man walking down the street.
The bald man stops and turns to the biker. He takes a step forward,
saying something. The biker lowers his kickstand and steps off of
the bike, leaving it idling.
The bald man takes a step back as the biker raises the visor of his
helmet. He staggers backwards, half-running, half-tripping into an
alley. The biker trots into the alley after him.
A flash light erupts from the alley. The image whitens then dims as
flare compensators kick in.
Burning trash blows out of the alley.
+++++ END VIDEO
Heh. Pisses me off that Brimstone went ahead and did him in
himself. I kinda liked the looks of his cybereyes....
On that subject, if yer wondering, right now, I'm floating in a
sensory dep tank while the new eyes take. It's been a coupla days
since my little.... altercation, somebody posted a replay earlier,
an' I just haven't had a chance to post the rest of it.
Found a doc that had some eyes on hand that he could implant right
away. The wonders of microsurgery reattached one of my thumbs anyway.
Didn't get a chance to see the eyes <huh-yuck> so I hope they aren't
more of the damn sammy, plain chrome variety.
I couldn't stand having eyes like that....]<<<<<
-- Rumormonger (Always / Tuned-In)