Mods Anthology 2/Music-AmigaModsAnthology-2of4-Psychodk.mcsteam.iso/Modules/Authors.G-Q/Mayweed/Docs/Mayweed.DOC

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> Mayweed on the keys:
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        It was a snowy, grey day, with cold wind pricking cheeks, this
February 6th, 2096.  11:30 p.m., I, Alexandre Golovanivsky, was on my
way back home from the usual Friday meeting with my friends, in Antony,
a small town near Paris.  This was the end of a long, hard day, my ears
were red because of the frozen wind, I was tired, but didn't have
anything else to do to improve my situation than keeping on walking
straight ahead way home.  A hot, long bath was something I needed.
There wasn't more than a mile separating me from it, so I speeded up
my walk a bit.  The snow was singing under my Nike's with a recomfortating
sound.  Soon, I entered my village, called Saulx-les-Chartreux.

        Suddenly, a dark contour seemed to appear about a hundred meters
in front of me.  As I was getting closer, the countour grew up, became more
distinctive, and when I stopped, a perfectly cubic, large black wooden box
was just standing here, in the middle of the path.  "Gee..", I said to
myself.  First reaction was to peek around in search of a truck, or people
that would put it here, but nothing noticeable showed up.  The fresh,
sparkling white, and absolutely virgin snow was covering everything around.
Everything, excepting the path I stepped on before, and the box.  Not a
single crystal of solid water lied on the black surface of the damn thing,
that was measuring about two meters on its side.

        I moved my face closer to the object, and noticed that the snow
was touching it, but was vaporized very quickly, probably due to the
high temperature of the box.  All my tireness suddenly disappeared, as
I was realizing the absurd of the situation.

        I picked up a little stone on the ground, and gently throwed it
onto the box.  "Psshhht..."  and a cloud of vapour was the answer.

        Just when I was thinking about all this, and figuring out what
should I do and which investigations shall I provide, the box decided to
take the initiative.  The side in front of me opened, showing absolutely
black square of space.  I couldn't see a single thing inside the box,
though the moon should lighten it all.  Suddenly, a strange force pulled
me closer to it, slightly, then stronger.  Despite all the frenetic tries
I was making to escape this hell of an attraction, there was nothing to do.
Trapped like the Falcon Millenium by the Death Star.  The moon light faded
to black, the box restored its original form, closing its side.  I feeled
sleepy, and the darkness covered my mind.


        "Hey you!...Get up, man...c'mon!".  I started to think.  Quick
analysis of my physical situation, everything looks O.K.  A tall man
wearing a blue uniform standing in front of me, lying on a bed.
"What the hell is going on?!" - I tried to argue, but the man mutely
made me understand that he won't brief me about anything.

        After being invited to follow the man, I found myself in a little
room, with synthetic white lights.  A simple bureau, and an other man,
wearing the same uniform sitting at it.  "Thank you, droid" - he said.
The "man" that escorted me disappeared in the corridor after closing
the door.

      - "Where am I?!" - I almost shouted, starting to find all this
not, even remotely, fun.
      - "Sit down." - he calmly answered, showing me a chair.  Crash the
bloody chair on his head, and escape?  I tried to control myself, and
took the sit.
      - "O.K., my name is Vildar Sieka, and you'll have to answer to
some questions." - he seemed especially relaxed.
      - "But...Where am I?  What do I do here?
What's the heck is goin' on?!"
      - "I question here.  Not you.  In case that you might think about
attacking me and escaping, let me warn you that you would be promptly
paralized by this guy" - he showed a small lens in the wall - "A good
reason to not to try it out, believe me.  Let's start now.  What is
your name?"
      - "O.K...my name is Alexandre Golovanivsky."
      - "Age?"
      - "Eighteen...nineteen soon...I hope."
      - "Birth date?"
      - "March 10th 1977."
      - "Where were you living 'til now?"
      - "Stop stressing me, tell me what's the matter!!"
      - "Where were you living 'til now?!  I want your address!"
      - "12 allee Auguste Renoir, 91160 Saulx-les-Chartreux, France..
         Is it Okayyyyy?"
      - "Planet, system, galaxy?"
      - "Sorry??  Earth, of course!" - somethin' weird was goin' on.
      - "Earth...didn't heard of such...Which galaxy is it in?"
      - "Hell, I don't know!  I don't care!  I wanna go home!" - I was
starting to seriousely be pissed out by this geek.
      - "Well, well, well...O.K.  Let me explain you your situation at
         this moment.  You have been captured by the AR-2 trap, and
         you're now an experimental specimen.  This spaceship is under
         commandment of Amiral Sonoba Tens, and we're leading home,
         the system of Kasmeda, to bring you to our scientists.  A little
         problem occured with the trap when you were captured, and we
         can't retreive any information about its place, time and
         conditions.  That's why all this questions are necessary."
      - "Sounds neat, but there's still a little problem.  I don't want
         to be the experimental rabbit, and I really want to get back home."
      - "Impossible.  You'll never see your planet again.  By the way,
         we are at fourteen standart light years away from the place of
         your capture.  In two hours we'll be home.  But now, let me
         question you some more.  Tell me about your hobbies."
      - "Nevermind...I hope all this is just a dream...I'll wake up
         in my bed, and laugh about it.  My hobbies...O.K...Mostly
         computers...you understand "computers"?"
      - "Sure...The AR-2 trap has recorded some of your radio transmissions,
         so your elementary language is acquired for us.  Go on."
      - "Well, computers...Pascal programming, demo watching, BBSing,
         MOD listening and even composing, Dooming, Linuxing..."
      - "Ahem...Well, we'll try to translate it later.  Tell me some more
         about the...uhm...MOD?"
      - "I'm pretty new in composing, just a few MODs completed at this
         moment, but I hope to get better at it.  The first I wrote is
         Hudko Humma, pretty basic hardcore.  The second is Romashka Tune,
         some kind of trance/house.  The third was Whistle Vibrationz,
         originally written by me 4 or 5 years ago with a woooonderfull
         Yamaha V-50 synthetizer, and MODified with FastTracker2.
         The last one is Ride to Kamarg, my prefered one.  When composing
         it, I was thinking about something like Dragon Ball Z, summer,
         clouds, sun, blue sky, chicken, yellow, tennis, liptonic,
         river.  You get the picture.  All of them are composed integrally
         with Fast Tracker 2."
      - "O.K., what is your computer equipment?"
      - "Kinda custom hack...Intel SX-33, 256 Kb of cache 20 ns,
         5 megs of RAM, all working at 120 ns.  Yes, 5 megs. The video
         card is a Miro 10AD VLB 1meg.  A VGA 14" display.  Probably,
         the weakest point of my system, along with the RAM.  Also,
         a CD-Rom drive, double speed.  Two 3,5 drives, one pretty new,
         the other dating of about 8 years, but working better than
         the new.  My sound card is a Sound Blaster 2 clone.  Ahem.
         Nevermind, I plug the output onto my tape player, so the
         sound is pretty acceptable at the end.  I got a 1 gig
         E-IDE Maxtor hard drive...Probably the strongest point
         of my system, along with the CD-ROM drive.  A 14.4 Zoltrix
         internal modem is usually present, by totally out of order
         by now.  My keyboard is an old Bull azerty one, but working
         very good after long long years of serving in an office.
         I configure it as QWERTY, since I find QWERTY **MUCH** more
         pleasant and quick to type on.  Destruction and annihilation
         to AZERTY.  Have I forgotten something?  I guess, that's all.
         Uh, yeah.  There's three Tiny Toons stickers on the sides of
         my display, Kinder Surprise toys on the tower, a strange
         red hairy thing with two eye glued on the side of the tower,
         DisneyLand, Disney stickers, and a lot of POGs sticked everywhere
         on the tower.  I use four mouse carpets at once, stacked one
         on the other.  When one gets too old, and boring, I get a
         new one (mostly in expos, etc..) and put it upon the old
         one.  The whole system is rounded by a huge stock of Coke Lite
         empty cans.  Coke Lite = Diet Coke.  I drink 3 packs of 6 cans
         by week.  I almost never drink anything else.  Right now, as
         I write it, I drink aspirine, 'cause I feel I'm going to be ill.
         I'll finish typing this great piece of prose tomorrow.  G'nite."
      - "O.K., I'll wait for you."

                ** A night passed, I'm here again in front of this
                   guy **

      - "Good, now tell me some about your BBS habits."
      - "Uhm, I usually connect to A.C.E BBS (+33-1-45.88.75.48) for
         chit chat in areas, but also to Eden, mostly chatting too,
         and Deadline, for files.  Soon (two weeks or less) I'll open
         my own BBS, but this will be a pretty small one, just for
         a couple of friends.  It will be public, though.  The number
         is +33-1-69.34.22.67."
      - "How long do you use computers?"
      - "First time I did, it was a video game called "Pong", where two
         long pixels were playing along with a smaller pixel.  That
         glued me to the screen for weeks with my cousine (we were about
         6 or 7 years old).  After enjoy like hell games like Frogger,
         Pac Man, Space Invaders, Defender, I got access to an ATARI 130 XE,
         this great 8-bit machine, remaining the more pleasant souvenir
         of my computering youth.  Games like StarQuake (I WANT TO PLAY IT
         AGAIN!! PLEASE CONTACT ME IF YOU HAVE IT/KNOW IT/WHATEVER),
         Karateka, the Atari BASIC, all those cool things were enjoyable.
         Then, a friend of my parents gived me a ZX-81 Sinclair, with
         a 16K Ram extension. I was about 13 years old, and happy like
         a PacMan in a corn field.  After spending most of my free and
         school time at coding those programs that calculate the sum of
         two numbers and display it, I decided to hi-jack a plane and
         do something weird, like going to Argentina (friends would help
         me there, of course), or buying a CD of Enigma.  My parents
         promptly understood that I needed a computer, and for my 14th
         anniversary, I got an Atari 520 STE.  That was their biggest
         error.  My school level, that was pretty O.K., quickly went
         to "just-enough".  I was spending up to 18 hours per day
         before the Atari in hollidays or week-ends.  What a fun world!
         Games centered on fun, and not on FLI videos.  GFA Basic, probably
         the best BASIC in the world.  Everything was possible with
         this Atari (extended to 1 meg of RAM).  Ray-trace, soundtrack,
         programming in C/Asm/Basic, MIDI, telecoms, Publishing, Database,
         everything.  When I was 18, I sold this great machine, and bought
         a 286 PC, that was quickly transformed in a 486 described above.
         So, let's say 5 years of intense computer use."
      - "Do you like Windows 95?"
      - "I don't know...I never tried it out."
      - "Do you like Windows 3?"
      - "I use it when I need to write something, a letter, an article,
         or whatever.  I don't use it for anything else, but I made some
         effort, though, to customize it a little.  Virtual screens, like
         with XWindow, quick poppin' menus like with X too, etc.  My hard
         disk is large, I can waste 16 megs for it."
      - "Do you like MSDOS?"
      - "Yes.  I think...  I use it to play Doom, to compose MODs, to
         listen to MODs, watching demos, etc."
      - "What else?"
      - "My computer mostly runs Linux, this great unix absolutely free
         operating system.  I use it for everything except the things
         above."
      - "What kind of music do you listen to?"
      - "Hard question, since I like almost everything that sounds good
         to me, but I mostly listen to regular bands like Dire Straits,
         Pink Floyd, Aerosmith, Megadeth, Metallica, Iron Maiden.  I love
         Frank Sinatra, Claude Francois, Vladimir Vissotzky, Jacques Brel,
         Georges Brassens, Francis Cabrel, Guns'n'Roses, Eric Clapton,
         Bob Dylan, Beatles, Lennon, Pulp, Gloria Gaynor, Bonnie Tailor,
         Donna Summer, Jean Ferrat, Joe Dassin, Europe, Annihilator,
         Motorhead, Michael Jackson (mostly with Quincy Jones), Elton John,
         Hubert Felix Thiefaine, Extreme, Daniel Balavoine, Lisa Standfield,
         Trio Esperanca, Michel Berger, Julien Clerc, James Brown, Renaud,
         and a lot, a lot of other authors.
         I'm also a techno-addict, Dj The Prophet, Laurent Garnier,Carl Cox,
         Lenny Dee, Manu le Malin, House Keeper, Marousha, are my fave ones.
      - "How to contact you, man?"
      - "The best is to e-mail me at [e-mail], but
         you can also write me at:
                                     Alexandre Golovanivsky
                                     12 allee Auguste Renoir
                                     91160 Saulx les Chartreux
                                     France

         or ever call my future board at +33-1-69.34.54.63.  Try email
         first.  French people can dial 3615 RTEL and leave me a message
         in the "Mayweed" mailbox, or dial also by Minitel (french stuff)
         the +1-48.92.77.73 for Graal, and contact me there."
      - "Hmm...That will be enough.  Now you will be atomized so we can
         handle you more easily, something to add before it?"
      - "What?!  Atomized?  Uhm, nevermind, just say goodbye to all my
         friends that I'll never see again:
         Tanguy "Goten", Charlotte, -=*Maya*=-,Julien, Guillaume "Mistoufl",
         Baky, Bruno "Spy B", Antoine "Arlax", Cecile "Bubulle", Manu,
         Emilie "Mimy", Romain "Delphax", David "Snip'", Benjamin.
         I hope I don't forget anyone.  I sure do.
         Anyways, big hyias are also flying to:
         Fabrice Gatille, Deneb, Kezako, Midi-zicos, Snes, Gryzor,
         Philippe Langlois, Robin Castanier, Traxx (not the group, the guy),
         New Id, Number Six/Aegis, Lone Runner/Aegis, Gandalf/Infiny,
         HackyBrain, Chocopops, Walken/Impact, Tno, Thomas Merlin,
         Mystic, Lynxos, Alec Derogis, Kloy, Secrer, Benouille,
         Stephane Kauffmann, Laura, Marc "Scooterum" Vidal, Omega, Ponsac,
         Beante, Molloy, Klicek, Muller, Spy Hunter, Foreigner (Djinn),
         Jedi/Sct1, 8-ball, Ferem, Dinh Thuy, Silvanie Jaubert,
         Gilles Charlet, Filou, Thomas Boffard, Edouard Bourgin,
         Olivier Cohen, Guy Biktimorov, Olivier Szydlo, Charles Renversez,
         Reza Sepanloo, Katia Tangian,Catherine Leiterer, Frederic Noirjean,
         Frederic Ratouchniak.
         Probably forgetting a lot...nevermind."
      - "OK, now we'll proceed with atomization and cryogenic abstraction."

      He pointed a strange thing in my direction, kinda reduced BFG-9000,
and the darkness swallowed me definetely.


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> :) Thanks Mayweed!                    How does it feel to be atomized? ;-)