From: superquartz@vircom.com (AXEL BERUBE)
Subject: darktales 1-3
Date: Sat, 6 Aug 1994 16:47:15 GMT

This is the third part of the dark tales with the two first part ( I will
post the dartales by groups of 3 next times, so you will be able to follow
the story...if there's one!  Sorry for the re-post.)
Send flames or flowers at : <superquartz@gamemaster.qc.ca>



--,--'--<@  Darktales (1) :  @>--'--,--
BY THE WINDOW.
     At night. The moldy window frame is full of cobwebs and fly
corpses. There's one who's still frantically moving. It's hard to
survive when someone has clipped off your wings...
     Jimmy likes to cut the wings off those tiny beasts who come by
the holes in the net. Sometimes, like tonight, he films their agony
with his new "Migochi tricam" cybernetic eye, the top of the line
in bio-cyber optic.
ô
     By the window, Jimmy see an advertising zepplin. On the huge
flying screen he sees a naked man. A mad punk is shooting him with
a sub-machinegun. The smile, he doesn't bleed, his skin looks like
rubber. And a synthetic voice says : "Super-skin by Biog/nia, the
ultimate way to keep you alive !"

     Down, in the dormitory-street, a red haired man is stabbing a
thirteen-year-old bitch. She groans in her blood. Jimmy didn't see
her.

     The fly is dying...


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Darktales (2) : Under the rain.
				   by : A.B.Quartz  @>--'--,--
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     The sound of the night. The rain, the ever falling rain, the
tears...And finally, the blood, the end.

-    Looks like she's meet her last boy, man. What a mess! Sure, a
man who can fuck a thirteen-year-old bitch is the kind of crazy who
can stab her in a dark alley.
-    Ya.
-    You don't look great, man.  Is working "Vice" getting to you,
or is it something personal?
-    ...
-    You know, in the morgue, we don't care anymore about corpses
or anything...

     Muller watched the morgue boys drag the little body to the
meat wagon, leaving a slick, shining trail of blood on the wet
pavement. She was Japanese, with slit-eyes, pointed ears, whiskers
and tail. A poor little soul, probably property of some crazy pimp
who paid for her playbeing package.

-    Her name's probably Catty, ha ha...Look for a dog man...look
for a dog!

     Muller was tired of this fat talkative guy. He was tired of
the fucking rain, he was tired of this fucking job and life and
everything. But deep inside of him, behind his skinweave and his
colossal nanotech-rebuild-frame lay the sparkle, the very little
thing that keeps a man walking. He was the kind of guy who rescued
ladies without even asking for a kiss.
     He tightened his raincoat and headed for his car. The job was
over for tonight but he knew he wouldn't sleep before morning so he
drove to the Chatsubo.

     High above the street, Jimmy was dreaming  of a golden girl
with  great wings...
			     ---,---'---'<@


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 Darktales -3-  : TECHNO-PUPPET.

	I don't like acids. I don't like life. So I take acids and
I hate myself. I don't like hating myself so I want to forget and
see something funny. Nothing's funny in this life ( fornication?
money? pills? the slow  rotting of flesh...)
	
		THAT'S WHY I'M GONNA TAKE THIS FUCKING
		BLACK PILL WITH THIS FUCKING BIG BEER!

	In five minutes I will come to life. I will feel the beat
of the night in every little cell of my skin.

	< Hyper-life : that's like alchemically condensing a year of>

	< feeling in one night ; fast-forward option of this video  >
	< life ; maximum sensorial input on the edge of the final   >

	<                        OVERLOAD.                          >


	I hear the music, an old song : Morpheus laughing, Skinny
Puppy, VERY LOUD. It's penetrating my body, grasping my brain,
dragging my mind all over the bar. Someone's grabbing me, shaking me,
shouting at me.  Little gain-seeking-red-eyes : Zone. His voice
said: "Entertain this cop, all night long" and the eyes disappear
but the voice stays: "ENTERTAIN".
	The seduction chip kicks in: electro-acid feeling of desire.
I need to touch the man, to feel his myomar muscles crushing me, to
hear his breathing, his moaning. I need to smell the sweat, I need
to feel his life penetrating my body like this very loud music...

		" FUCK, I'M COMING BACK TO LIFE ! "
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Quartz <superquartz@gamemaster.qc.ca>


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