From: dharland@kendaco.telebyte.com (Hardrock)
Subject: Think I'll check this place out...
Date: 6 Feb 1996 19:43:35 -0800

               Think I'll check this place out...
                          	  or
           I knew i shoudn't have had that last hit.

[New here, anyone is welcome to continue the thread, looking for a 
collaberative, running interaction, anything goes.]

...looking at the sign, he knows better.  Chatsubo.  Hope they speak 
English, he thinks as he walks up.  Got no business hanging around Nova 
Tokyo anyway, not after last December.  God, shoulda stayed in Old 
Seattle; why didn't I?  He remember's why almost immediately.  The 
Fundies nearly killing him for the "zero-tolerance" thing.  He laughs as 
he pulls on his doobie.  Kinda old-fashioned way of doing things, but 
he's a kinda old-fashioned guy.


Still wearing the bulky, home-made cyber suit under the black monk's 
robe; never did like full implants, even the few control-trodes he uses 
give him migraines.  Thank God for weed, he thinks.  The smoke from it 
starts to get into his visor, he raises the right-side screen briefly to 
clear it, then curses himself for making the left one fixed.  A passerby 
glances over, startled.  "Did i do that out loud?" he thinks.

"Well, shit.  The night ain't gonna last forever, and i certainly don't 
want to be out when the sun comes up" he mumbles to himself.

Steeling himself, he enters.  God.  It sure is bigger inside than it 
looks.  He notices some *very* familiar faces.  Old-timers.  Legends.
He desperately tries to act cool and familiar with the scene.  "Good 
thing they can't see my eyes."  Living so close to a Neo-Ludd commune 
definately had it's disadvantages, he thinks sardonically.  Oh, well.  
Noticing a couple of others with bodysuits like his, he doesn't feel so 
out of place.

Doobie 's almost dead.  Lighting up another one, he wanders over to the 
bar, as far from the old-timers as he can get.  They don't seem to notice 
him as he checks his vitals.  "Damn habits," he thinks, "damn Neo-Ludds".
"Shit.  If it wasn't them trying to destroy my hardware, it was the 
Fundies out to get another Goth "faggot".  No wonder i'm so damn 
paranoid." He starts suddenly.  "What" he asks.  "Just wanted to know your 
name, hon," the feline-looking female who seems to have appeared at his 
elbow asks.  Wondering how much all that gen-work must've cost, he coughs 
a little, then gets ahold of himself.

"Hardrock", he says as he lights up his doobie...

-- 
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