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In article <Xns95C1D73FF7E3Cplrctyky@130.81.64.196>,
Kylinn <kylinn@kygmail.comky> wrote:
> Laurence <lb@argonet.co.uk> wrote:
> > Jonathon seems to be reaching a basic understanding of
> > Pooka English. He laughs heartily.
> > "That's one way of describing Thumper, I know of several
> > former antagonists of ours who wish he had been more timid.
> > You say he dropped in here a while ago? It's strange that
> > he didn't contact me when he found such an interesting
> > place."
> Toby shrugs. "Maybe he hasn't been here yet."
This does give Jonathon a bit of shock.
"Not been here yet, yet you know him."
But he recovers quickly as memories of other places and times
he's visited come forward. A strange almost wistful look comes
over his face.
"This place, is it like Rick's? Rick's Cafe Americain? It's a
small place out in the middle of nowhere and nowhen. I used to
be a regular there, but it must have imploded or something
because I haven't been able to find it for a while."
Jonathon drops his voice to what he believes is below audible.
It certainly would be for a normal human.
"I hope that guy and his cub made it."
> > Jonathon takes what you recognise as a pocket secretary
> > from a pocket. It looks like a more advanced model than the
> > ones you've seen before, but most of the functions seem
> > identical.
> "You got any games on that?" Toby peers at it curiously.
"I'm sorry, but not on this one. I only use this one when I'm
working for my corp and they take a rather dim view of
non-essential progs, especially ones they haven't checked
thoroughly beforehand. They're right to have that attitude,
there's always a chance of someone slipping a small but
malevolent chunk of code into a prog."
> > He uses it to try and call Thumper, but all he
> > gets is the answerphone and he doesn't wait to leave a
> > message. He puts the device away again.
> > "I'll try again later."
> "Later? And later and later and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
> Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
> To the last syllable of recorded time,
> And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
> The way to dusty death."
> "... So make sure you have enough candles to light the
> way before you ere you cry 'later! alas, later!'," Toby
> nods solemnly.
<OOC: Help, I can't find that poem anywhere. Jonathon would
almost certainly know it if it has been published (he's a
voracious reader) but I don't.>
Jonathon looks on with surprise and pleasure. A young man who
knows poetry? There's hope for civilisation yet.
"Beautiful. Don't worry I won't leave it long before I try and
reach Thumper again."
Jonathon.
--
.... I am Spot, of Borg. Your food and curtains will be assimilated.
__ __ __ __ __ ___
|__||__)/ __/ \|\ ||_ | And isn't your life extremely flat
| || \\__/\__/| \||__ | with nothing whatever to grumble at.
....Running the RISC... lbATargonetDOTcoDOTuk
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