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Message 1:
From uucp Mon Jun 13 12:41 CDT 1988
>From mike Mon Jun 13 12:41:06 1988 remote from ames
Received: by killer.UUCP (smail2.5)
id AA00742; 13 Jun 88 12:41:06 CDT (Mon)
Received: Mon, 13 Jun 88 09:49:16 PDT by ames.arc.nasa.gov (5.59/1.2)
Date: Mon, 13 Jun 88 09:49:16 PDT
From: Mike Smithwick <ames!mike>
Message-Id: <8806131649.AA22102@ames.arc.nasa.gov>
To: killer!ames!mike, killer!jdp
Subject: Re: AmigaTrek
Status: R
Ok Jim, activate your Pun Sheilds, here goes. . .
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Uh, hey Martha, he's at it again. You know, that Smithwick fella,
just doesn't know when to stop. . .
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The reviews are in! "Amiga-The Next Generation" is a boffo hit!!
"I laughed all the way to bed last night!" - WF
". . .destined to be a classic. . ." - GL
":-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) " - RA
"Brilliant. . ., bravo" - DB
"I really don't know what 'EnterBoing' is, perhaps Jimmy
might"- T.F.Bakker
"Hey, my voice isn't that high" - LS
With that out of the way, I humbly submit for your approval,
[mentally change to Bold Face type]
>>>>>>>> AMIGA - The Next Generation, 2.0 <<<<<<
-- the Virus Strikes Back --
#define PARODY_BIT ON
Captain Dale : (stern, square jawed, no frills, stands gazing
distantly out through his office window, hands clasped
behind him. . .)) Captain's log, 32-28-32.8, the StarChip
Enterboing was on it's way to a rendezvous point in the
Denise star system. We were scheduled to meet the StarChip
RSN PublishingPartner. This is the fourth time we've tried
them, but so far, they have yet to show up.
(we hear a short burst of musical notes over the intercom,
sounding much like an atonal passage from Wagner's "Ring")
Ensign Jim : Captain, we're getting a number of distress calls
about an outbreak of some "virus" or something. . .
Captain : I'll be right up.
(Two stagehands open the elevator door, and a determined
captain stumbles into the bridge taking his seat.)
Science officer Kodiak : Sir, we're getting word that this virus
has infected and has either destroyed or serious messed up
numerous disks out in the User Community.
Captain : Damn, were're my Bartles-and-Jaymes when I need it.
Lieutenant Dave : A transmission sir, coming from the StarChip
Public Domain.
Announcer : A fuzzy, broken picture appears on the screen, we see
the sullen face of the beloved Captain Fish, his eyes are
distant and glassy. Piles of disks lie scattered around
him. The picture breaks up as it fades in and out. Captain
Fish seems distraught, perhaps delirious, he looks up into
the camera, shakes two handfuls of disks towards it.
Fish : [the image breaks up, scratch, garble] Disks! all my
[garble, snap] destroyed! [crackle, pop] murder the
[expletetive deleted, garbled] Fear, trembling among. .
.[snap, bleep] "your Amiga has a virus, HA ! HA ! HA !"
[fade, pop, scratch] HA ! HA ! [garble] . . . get me an ST.
Captain : The man's obviously suffering from delirium
Fish : [crackle, snap] . . . black leather and chains. . . [fade,
flicker] . . . PeeWee Herman and . . .[pop, grech] . . .vote
for Gary Hart. . .
(Enterboing looses the signal)
Captain : Now we know he needs our help. . .
Dave : This stuff sounds worse than EAs copy protection, wheeeew!
Announcer : Being true to his 32 colors, Captain Dale blits the
EnterBoing around, and goes into hi-res mode.
Captain : Ensign, set course for the BAADG Star System. If anyone
can figure this stuff out, they can.
Announcer : Jim grabs his mouse and selects the new "preferences"
of Workbench 7.2. Hitting a couple of wrong buttons on his 27
button mouse, a strange message appears in the menu bar saying
"mono-tasking sucks eggs!"
Kodiak : Sir, more messages about the virus, coming in.
Apparently there are several different varieties from "harmless"
ones on up to deliberately malicious ones which can cause serious
destruction in the Tri-state area.
Captain : And I thought that the Amiga race had evolved beyond
this sort of thing. What sort of slimeball would do this!
Announcer : The EnterBoing sailed on towards the unknown, while
all around the Amiga Universe users cowered in terror, wondering
if their copy of that great new screen-hack "OingBoingWoingZoing"
will be >>>The One<<<.
At last, EnterBoing reaches the borders of the Infected Zone, andgoes into orbit around the small puce-colored planet Foo. The
crew beams down to a hideous sight. Smoke pours fourth from
special effects generators, turning the sun blood-red. Burned out
buildings line the streets, while people wander aimlessly in the
streets clutching stacks of their beloved disks just cleaned of
all those nasty byte thingies. Everywhere people mumble things
like "click click click" or "formatting, verifying, formatting".
The crew stepped over piles of rubble (joyboards, c64 emulators,
Andy Warhol issues of Amiga World) in the street. Bonfires burned
openly. Babies cried as their mothers comforted them softly
humming songs from "It's only Rock and Roll".
A seven year old comes up to Kodiak, tears streaming down his
cheeks. . .
kid : Please mister (he pleads in a calculatedly pitiful tone)
you got a good copy of Marble madness? Puleeeezzze??? I haven't
found the "secret level" yet. . .
Announcer : The crew was touched and angered by the expressions
of pure hopelessness. The sight of that young boy, XORed into
their collective cortexes.
Late that nite, the captain was in his study lost in thought. .
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