| From: | The Wyrm Ouroboros <aalberdk@******.SAN.UC.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Solarial |
| Date: | Tue, 12 Oct 1993 09:59:45 -0400 |
****A/V FEED
>>A 'young elf' -- all elves are young, it would seem, so this one isn't
>>anything particular -- leans back from one keyboard out of a dozen. A
>>host of jacks and softlink cables string from his head into what looks
>>to be a seriously cobbled-together system. Chipreaders and monitors,
>>both vid and trid, are scattered hither and yon, some with inscrutiable
>>readouts, others with scenes of the Matrix horizon. The elf, himself,
>>is very tall -- over seven feet, though it's hard to tell from how he's
>>sitting -- and almost bone-thin. He looks haggard, as though he hasn't
>>slept in several days. By the cigarette butts and coffee cups scattered
>>about, perhaps he hasn't...
"Solarial, you drekhead. That's one cruel thing you've done. Here's a
vidfeed to the .net, though -- AJ and Clan, I offer my life as exchange
for Diana's. The Game must be played, though -- you're going to have to
find me, and you can bet that I'll give you a run for your money. I do,
after all, have my own secrets to keep."
>>He tilts his head, as though listening, then reaches over to one panel
>>and starts punching buttons.
"Right now, though, I gotta finish sliding William 6174 over from
Moebius here" -- he pats one side of the cramped room -- "into Pi, down
the hall. Gonna take a bit more time. Oh, Lady Jaez, did you get my
info? Um, Ganz's location I'll give you private...."
>>The elf scratches underneath his t-shirt, the one that says 'I
>>Survived Stormbringer' in red on black, before waving with a quirked
>>smile and hitting a key on the original board.
*****END A/V FEED
There you go, kiddies. C'mon down.]<<<<<
-- The Dead Decker (9:58:58/10-12-54)
