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P R O L O G U E
"C'mon, Rich, do it again!"
yelled the on-lookers in the crowd.
<w>
<d1>
<t3>
Rich gave the audience a benevolent
look and pressed a key on his souped-
up Commodore.
<l1bow.shp>
<w>
The room lights on the left side of
the Expo room switched on. A keypress
and they were off again.
<w>
Then it was time for the right side
of the room. On... off. A keypress on
the Commodore and...
<w>
the mirrored disco ball at the top of
the room started spinning, a
spotlight blazing on it,
<w>
sending sparkles of light swirling
around the room ---
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<w>
<d3>
<t4>
the crowd oohing and ahhing. Another
keypress and SID dance music started
playing through the room's
loudspeakers.
<w>
The Commodorians enthusiastically
started cheering, "Rich! Rich! Rich!"
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\
<w>
<d1>
<t2>
Rich stood up from his seat by the
Commodore and bowed.
<w>
<t0>
Later...
<w>
<t0>
Rich Cooksey looked at his
Commodore watch. The demo presenter
kept droning on about the intricacies
of CMD hard drives. Rich tried to
stifle a yawn. "Yes, yes, CMD hard
drives.... Tell me something I don't
know," he thought.
The Expo organizer edged his way
around the audience and walked up to
Rich.
"R.C., have you seen Jeri?"
<w>
<t0>
That's one thing Rich didn't like
-- how people who think they know you
start calling you nicknames, like R.C.
He decided to ignore the organizer and
feign interest in the hard drive demo.
"R.C.!"
"I haven't seen her in some time.
Didn't she go up to her room to get
the C=1 prototype?"
"Yes, she did, but that was two
hours ago, and she's not answering her
phone. It's time for her demo," said
the Expo organizer, worry in his
voice.
<w>
<t0>
"I don't know what the hold-up
could be."
"I hope nothing's happened, R.C."
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