From: fjohnson@gandalf.rutgers.edu (Ronin)
Subject: Earlier parts of the Allen file (parts 2 and 3)
Date: 6 Nov 92 20:53:54 GMT
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This thing is coming out in disorganized bunches. It'll take me a
while to overhaul the opening, which introduces Darrin himself.

Following is the introduction of Kate Jensen, the karateka with mental
powers you saw a few days ago, as well as an attempt to characterize
the Order, a next-century variant on the Black Fascist theme. (In a few
days will come a section that proves this aspect.)
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	As Darrin turned to go to his class, an alto voice asked from
behind, "What was that all about?"
	He faced the young woman. "Some guy tried to make off with my cycle."
	She stood about his height, and was quite filled out. Her
hair, cut short, was a dark shade of red, almost scarlet, but her lips
were far redder. The center of attention, however, was her eyes. They
were a soft, dark brown that complemented her fair face and the bangs
that framed it.
	They arrived at the lecture room Darrin was looking for. She
took a seat next to him.
	"By the way", she whispered, "my name's Katherine--you can
call me Kate."
	"I'm Darrin; Darrin Allen."

	In their base of operations, the Ordnance Lab was busily
stamping out android bodies when the Minister of Production received a
hotkey. It was the Minister of Security.
	"The Chief has a real big project in mind. You remember that
Allen AI project?"
	The man at the console nodded.
	"We just found him. He's at a university on the north side."
	The Minister of Production replied, "No shit?"
	"Uh-huh; we now have to catch him and bring him to us. I'm
sending down what he looks like." 	
	The figure onscreen saluted before fading out. "Power, Brother."
	With that, he downloaded images taken from the fight with
Darrin into the android database. The Minister of Production typed a
sequence of commands into the console, installing the pursuit logic to
use the image data.

	<Can you hear me?>
	Darrin turned to his left with a start. He thought he had
heard Kate's voice inside his head.
	<Am I hallucinating?>
	She turned, giving him a broad grin.
	<Admit it, you like me.>
	This stopped him in his tracks.
	<I noticed that you seemed to be looking more at my eyes than
my body, so I thought you'd be someone worth checking out. You were
thinking of me, so I felt like feeling around in your mind, and opened
a connection.>
	<Er, how did you do that? Am I giving something off?>
	<Just your own empathic energy. Now talk to me; what got you
thinking about me?>
	Darrin cleared his throat. <Well, your eyes stand out. They're
a very deep shade of brown--it looks--well, "soft".>
	<Why, thank you. I think you have pretty eyes, too.>
	Again, he was taken aback. This was the first time he'd
recieved such a compliment about his looks.
	<Say again?>
	<Your eyes are light in color--they kind of shine.>
	He blushed at this.
	<Listen, what would you say to seeing a movie together?>
	<Hmmm, why not?>
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Part 3:
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	That evening found Darrin and his new-found friend in a movie
theater. She had suggested they see this film, just for the hell of
it. It impressed him that she was into action films--she considered
_Die Hard_ something close to a classic--but this particular one had a
well-shaped love plot as well, and her thoughts of it showed on her
face. There were moments when she turned to him, her soft brown eyes
looking as if she wanted to say something, but seemed to change her
mind at the last second.
	As Darrin observed this, he also caught sight of the almost
microscopic blue tattoo by her ear. Despite the fact the it was
largely covered by her bobbed scarlet hair, he could easily make it
out to be a wolf howling at the moon.
	Her cheek reflected the bluish tinge of the projector's beam,
in stark contrast, he noted, to his own, much darker flesh. Onscreen,
a couple was sharing a long, passionate kiss, not unusual, he thought,
but interesting to place in a shoot-'em-up.
	It was just then that she took his hand.
	A strange feeling overcame Darrin, not as if something were
going wrong with him, or anything, for that matter, he just felt
*different*--something that almost defied explanation. His nerves sort
of tingled, his pulse shot up, and his skin was acting funny.
	<Holy shit>, he thought, <is this what I think it is?> More
importantly, is this real?
	He pinched himself, finding he really was awake, so this was
really happening. He just could not believe that this particular
person was giving him goose pimples.
	"Darrin", she asked sweetly, "are you alright?"
	"Yes-it's just...I know this is gonna sound silly, but it's you."
	"Excuse me?"
	"Keep holding my hand."
	
	The film let out, and they headed for her place, each feeling
that strange force--one might call it magic--that hovered between
them.
	"Kate?"
	She turned from parking her bike.
	"I know this is a severe taboo, but may I kiss you?"
	The redhead advanced. "I was just about to ask you that
myself. Do you realize you're the first good date I've had in a while?"
	She swept him into her arms, gently pressing her form against
his, as she did her lips, Darrin meeting her halfway.
	He felt like time had stopped, but knew that his wristwatch
would say different. <I don't give a damn>, he thought, <just let
this--*this* take its course.>
	As they parted, they continued to gaze into each other's eyes.
"Goodnight, Darrin".
	The dumbfounded gent replied, "Goodnight, Kate."

	En route to his apartment, he pondered the evening's events.
	<I still can't believe it. Everything almost fits but--*that*.
Okay, it went well, no problem, but the goofy eye contact and so on is
usually reserved for the fourth date--"love at first sight" just
doesn't happen.>  He caught himself. <It wouldn't surprise me if she
was thinking about this too.>
	He soon found himself flanked by apparent twins on machines
that resembled Gold Wings. Although they were wearing "Raiders"
jackets and winter caps that resembled Smurf hats, it didn't take him
long to realize that they looked exactly like the guy he had given the
Okinawa treatment earlier in the day. Each reached for him, declaring,
"You're coming with us".
	"I don't think so", Darrin replied, gunning the engine. The
riders drew firearms from their jackets, which he identified as Street
Sweepers. Producing a pistol from the left saddlebag, he aimed with
the rearview mirror and made short work of the machine weapons, then
bore down a side street.
	They followed his turn at even greater speed, catching up to
him at the entrance to a park. Darrin headed for a clump of trees
which barely hid a riverbank, the adversaries at less than arm's
length from him.
	He clicked a trigger on the left handlebar, which resulted in
his sailing over the river. As his pursuers watched in awe, he
yodeled, "Hasta la vista, baby!".


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Let me know if you have any idea how to construct a high-tech "Boyz
'n' the Hood" type.

FLJ