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- [ An Ordinary Day In The Life Of Adam ] [ By The uXu Crew ]
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- An ordinary day in the life of Adam - a literary duel
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- by the uXu crew
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- [ Background information: As an experiment, some of us tried
- to keep a story alive by sending it to each other and
- adding another small part of the story each time. This is
- how it turned out... B=Bravemoore, G=The GNN, C=The Chief.
- The numbers are the date it was written: YYMMDD ]
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- My name is Adam Betts. This my record of what happened on May seventeenth,
- 1996. I will try to be precise and not leave out anything that might become
- significant in the future.{B 970127}
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- I woke up early in the morning that particular day. The morning sun shone
- through my window, and placed a thin film of sweat on my face. A strange,
- sort of humming, sound could be heard from outside the window. I had never
- ever heard such a sound in my whole life.{G 970128}
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- A whale trying to make it on the streets? Two owls arguing over what to eat
- for lunch next Thursday? Or just the neighborhood kids, watching dragons in
- the back yard after smoking too many banana peels perhaps? No, those were all
- sounds I knew, sounds I could clearly make out, sounds I heard every day.
- This was something different. I decided to ignore it, and hoped it would go
- away if I went down the stairs to eat breakfast.{C 970131}
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- The Maggots cereal company had a commercial on cable just after the morning
- news. At the end of the ad, the sound significantly became more powerful and
- my glass of juice began a slow journey to the edge of the table due to the
- vibrations. This was definitely low frequency! I took a quick a glance out
- the windows and saw two big, white, unmarked trucks parked outside my
- neighbor's house.{B 970202}
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- Two men, wearing some kind of uniforms, stood by one of the trucks. They
- talked to each other but I could not hear what they said. In retrospect, I
- know I should have suppressed my curiosity, forgotten about it all and just
- kept on going with ordinary life. But instead, I carefully sneaked the
- kitchen window open to be able to hear what they talked about.{G 920202}
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- "So it is time to deliver, is it?", the man in the green uniform said.
- "You heard me.", the other man said and picked up a white box from the
- back of one of the vans. "And you can't do nothing about it."
- "Watch me.", the man in the green uniform said and picked up an identical
- white box from the other van.
- "This is crazy. You know what happened last time and I'm sure you don't
- want to go through _that_ again."
- "I'm ready this time.", the man in the green uniform said with a wide grin
- on his face.
- "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."
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- As soon as I saw them opening their boxes, I knew I shouldn't have
- bothered. When they started to smear pizza sauce all over each other, I knew
- breakfast had been a bad idea. I had seen it before. I knew what would
- happen. And still I watched it happen. Why the neighborhood kids pulled
- stunts like that, ordering from the two rival companies, "Covert Calvin's"
- and "Undercover Umberto's", I could understand, but when they did it early in
- the morning, just after breakfast, I had to clean my kitchen floor.{C 970208}
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- Two cops arrived five minutes later to sort out what was going on. Without
- further discussion the two men, now seriously covered in various pizza
- toppings, drove off. When the two trucks were gone, so was the sound. I
- figured that the two turbo diesel engines' noise combined must have caused
- the heavy vibrations. I was almost worried the old maid in the apartment
- above had killed herself with that 1968 Aphrodite-DeLux dildo of hers, which
- I accidentally saw when she dropped it down the stairs when moving in. That
- thing was a monster!
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- After breakfast I grabbed my attache case and went out to catch the bus.
- Besides the beggars and homeless people annoying me all the way to the bus
- stop and two stickups, this was just another ordinary working day.{B 970210}
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- "Hey bitch!" someone suddenly yelled. I turned around. My God. It was the
- President of the United States.{G 970212}
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- The sudden appearance of the Man together with the fact that I still walked
- toward the bus was just too much for me to handle. I quickly leaped over the
- fence to my left, ran through someone's back yard, and suddenly stopped. Not
- because _I_ wanted to. No no. Don't misunderstand me. I would have continued
- until my legs were not able to carry me further. It was the rabid pitbull
- holding on to my leg with its razor-sharp teeth that wanted me to stop.
- {C 970213}
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- I pulled out my Anti-Pitbull can I bought last week and sprayed the poor,
- starved animal until it let go of my leg. When I ran away and leaped over the
- fence, I promised the dog that I would come back later with some decent food.
- This is when I figured out that the pitbull wasn't really the problem.
- The three guys from the President's Security Guards running after me were!
- They must have thought I planned an assault just because I ran away when the
- President yelled at me. Damn, I knew I should have bought some Anti-Security
- Guard spray as well!{B 970219}
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- I did not have to worry about the guards for long, however. Just as they were
- about to catch up on me, a Norwegian parade (remember, this happened on May
- seventeenth, Norway's national day) entered the scene and turned everything
- into complete chaos. The guards disappeared in the crowd as if they had never
- existed.
- Unfortunately, so did I. Surrounded by crazy Norwegians, constantly
- yelling "Hurra for Sverige" and singing "Latom oss sanka vart eget land ner i
- Nordsjon dar det fanemej hor hemma tralala", I tried to find my way out of
- the crowd. It was not all that easy.{G 970221}
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- But when I saw the chic sign that said "Mr. Business" over the crowd in the
- distance, I knew I was heading in the right direction. Mr. Business, the pawn
- shop, was located next to "Hairy Joe's," the fast food chain king, and next
- to Hairy Joe's was "Polaroid Plaza." Two blocks south from the plaza, around
- the corner from "Sweaty Burgers," I had heard that I should be able to find
- "Sal's Shoes," from where I could easily see a bus stop on the other side of
- "Killer's Park." And I really needed a bus stop right now.{C 970316}
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- I easily found my way to the bus stop, and got on the first bus to the part
- of the city where I work. Well, I don't actually work there, but that is the
- place where I spend all my days, trying to look busy. If my boss should turn
- up, I look extremely busy, especially when it's close to payday.
- It was the day all the buses changed their routes, which I found out half
- way out of the city. There I was, not one yard closer to where I was supposed
- to be at this time of the day. I stepped out of the bus, and found to my
- surprise that I was <...> {B 970317}
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- dead.{G 970319}
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- To make the long story of what happened next a bit shorter, let me just say
- that my attache case contained a couple of souls, and that I made a great
- deal. Safely back on the bus in the other direction, I noticed the slim
- Cookie twins in the seats right behind me. Cathlyn and Jane. They seemed to
- be discussing something extremely important. What a conversation, I thought,
- remembering that they only said one word at a time, filling in for each
- other. Just like them Donald Duck nephews. Oh man, I thought. If I had to
- listen to them all the way back to the city, I would be right back in hell
- again.{C 970319}
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