From: tiger@panini.cs.jhu.edu (Mayeen Alam)
Subject: cyberpulp
Date: 9 Dec 1993 23:19:18 GMT

Okay, I've posted this to Rec.arts.anime.stories, and it was suggested
that I crosspost to this newsgroup too.

   This is basicaly a little on-going story line done in pulp fiction
serial fashion. I've been posting pages at a time instead of all at once.

   I hope people like it. Send all comments/reactions to:
tiger_sa@jhunix.hcf.jhu.edu

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    Situation: Girl running in the dark. Fast. Real fast. Feet padding
with the barest sounds on the clean streets. Down the alleyways where
it's easy to hide. Can't go to the big streets. Nobody
would help. Nobody would dare. Nobody could help anyway. Maybe they won't
even want to.
    She's speeding up boys. Keep her in your sights. Real nasty that one.
Faster than you can imagine. Lose her, and she can stay hidden for a long
time. No thermals are going to find her. Totally reconfigurable bioscans.
So keep up, and watch out. They made her better than your little macho
pop guns. Think you're so great 'cause you can take out big holes in foot
thick walls? She can take out all of you. And nobody would know where she
did it. Unless you were being tracked. Good thing you're being tracked
huh? The pol's gonna want to know where to find your bodies if you screw
it.
    There are five guys chasing her. Five big nasty looking guys. One
wisp of a girl. Real thin and pretty. They're shooting every chance they
get. Real nice fire show. Lot of property damage. Police department's
gonna have a nice time explaining this one. A real nasty criminal. Real
nasty. Gotta find another body to replace the girl 'cause it's not gonna
look good to the press. Of course that's why she was made that way. Can't
let monsters look like monsters.
    She's powering up boys. Make the shots count now. If you don't you
only got a couple of seconds to live. Say your prayers to mother in
heaven now 'cause she ain't giving you a chance
later. She's stopped running away. She knows she can't run anymore.
Dodging the shots like they're snowballs. Beautiful. If you were up close
you could see the little needle claws extended from the pads of the
fingertips all dripping venom. Really special venom. Lot of research into
that stuff. Thankfully you aren't that close anyway. Maybe her arm
electrospike shooters are fully charged and extended. Naw, if they were you'd
all be dead already. Beautiful girl.
    Thirty meters and closing. Think fast. Think fast. And a score! Right
in the belly. Who got her? Was it Frank? Frank you there? Nobody dead in
this round huh? Lucky people. Everybody looks dead though. Only thing saying
no is the fact that theyÕre all vertical. Who was it anyway? Geodre? Whoa,
good shot! Still got the finger around the trigger. Still shaking. Somebody
give the guy a shot of sedative. Don't wanna lose a nice shooter to the
psych ward.

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Next installment coming soon!