From: ugtbjg6286@mtvms2.mtech.edu (THE SHADOW)
Subject: Power Surge
Date: 11 May 1994 15:05:18 GMT

   The following stories were writing by a lone gunman.  His motives are
unknown at this time.  If you like them (or even hate them) e-mail
ugtbjg6286@mtvms2.mtech.edu (hurry because the poor old Shadow will be
losing his account in a week time--graduating from Hell!:) )
   I guess you could subtitled all of these 3 stories "Ravings of a Lunatic"
or "How I learned to live with the bomb part 2" but I decided to call it......
..............
                      Power Phase(don't ask me why!)



    1. Blood Red

   The wind blew through his hair, an old co2 laser rifle laid by
his side.  He could smell death in the air and he hoped it wasn't his!
    A large cloud of dust arose from the north,  thunder of hoofs
could be heard as a great bowl of dust approached the lone
traveller.

     "Damn it! They found me!", the old man said like he had a bad
taste in his mouth.

     On the horizon, a large group of wranglers appeared, with their
steel horses breathing fire out of their chrome nostrils.  The old
man shoved a smart cartidge into his laser rifle.

      "Let em' try something now!", he yelled in a fiery voice.

      "Come on, old man--- it's your time to go! We got a couple of
young cybers who want your space!", one of the wranglers yelled to
the old man.

      "Take this you piece of wired junk!", he screamed as he fired
the smart cartidge at the group.  An explosion sent half of the
wranglers to their deaths and the other half didn't look like they
could survive another blast.  The old man laughed at the sight, not
bad he thought to himself.

      "Ha! Survive that one huh?", the old man yelled at the
remaining wrangler!

      "Please, Shadow---give up and we swear it will not hurt to be
terminated!", one of the survivors yelled back.

    Shadow knew that it would hurt and no piece of wired wrangler
would tell him otherwise.  Rip out your chip and give it to some
young cyber who would probably end up getting blown out of the
water the first time out into the cyberplains.  No way in hell would
the Shadow allow that.  He pulled his last smart cartidge out of his
backpack and loaded it into the rifle.

      "Ain't taking me assholes!", he screamed at the top of his lung
at the cyborgs on the ridge who by this time were in the state of
repairing themselves.
    The old man took careful aim at let the final cartidge fly.
Explosion, parts flying off a rocky ridge.  When the smoke cleared
only one of the cyborg stood, untouched except for a few dents.

      "Damn it! You should have died you piece of shit!!", The Shadow
screamed.

      "It is time for your termination, please do not prolong the
agony by such actions that you have been taking so far." the cyborg
said as he approached The Shadow.

    The Shadow knew that he had only one chance at survival in the
virtual plains and he knew that he had to do it quickly.  From his
back pack he pulled out a small "program" that he had grabbed from
some site long ago, so long ago that he had forgotten the site, but
it matter not at this time.

    "Okay baby, lets see what you can do!", The Shadow said to
himself.

     The Shadow entered some commands into the "program", which came
to life immediately with a process unknown to the approaching cyber.
Brillant lights and smoke grew into a form that could be best
described as a dragon from the "program".

     "Hello, Mr. Virsus!", The Shadow jokingly said to the now
completely formed "dragon" virsus.

     "This is your final warning, Mr. Shadow!", the cyborg stated as
he pulled out a anti-virsus cartidge and inserted into a acme firer.
The cyborg taking perfect aim, fired the anti-virsus cartidge into
the dragon, which upon impact, disappeared.

     "Fast vir-program you got there. Acme?", the Shadow asked the
cyborg who was breathing distance away.

     "Yes, human! Now be prepared for termination." The cyborg
answered.

    The Shadow, with no other tricks up his sleeve, complied.  Maybe
it wouldn't hurt.  Maybe it was time for the Shadow to get out of the
cyberworld and make a life for himself out in the real world.  Might
actually be fun or something.

     The cyborg approached closer and from his pack pulled out an
extracter.  The Shadow looked at the extracter and considering where
he had put his card was reconsidering whether or not this was to be
"fun".

     "Please bend over, Human!", the cyborg ordered

     "Uh, I'll give you twenty thousand credits if you turn your back
at let me live for a couple more years.", The Shadow said in an
unfamiliar voice.

     "You cannot bribe a cyborg, human! Now bend over and let me
extract that card." The cyborg again ordered.

   Death might come easy for some cybers, but for the Shadow it was
quite painful.  The final scene that The Shadow remembered was looking
down upon a cyborg holding a card over a lifeless corpse of
The Shadow's cyber-self.

   Images pass quickly for the Shadow and when he returns to the land
of the real world, the one which he had left those many years ago, he
finds that he should have bribed that cyborg a hundred thousand
credits and a new turbo-horse!  Oh well........live and learn!

   2.  Passions

   Deep thoughts, regain passions lost long ago.
   Memories, deep rooted into mindless activities.

   Energy released in a large explosion, bright lights
   and nothing more.
   Suicidal thoughts in a suicidal society, with nobody
   there but the voices of pain.

   The last fight is fought, with no victors.
   The last song is sung, with no choir.

   A child cries in a street full of waste
   and the passerbyers do look in shame.
   But they think to themselves, it is not
   my problem so let the other fellow do what
   he can.

   Pain, death and the ever confusion in deep
   rooted hate and the last fight is fought with
   passions of old and nobody cares if they win
   or they lose.  But only if they survive.

   My last breath is spent and I feel no pain or
   no fears.  May I path cross again in a better
   world.  So I must go and join the ones who have
   gone before, but as the small child who died in
   the streets, care not for I have gone onto better
   lands and will be there waiting until you too pass
   from the world.

   3. Midnight train to Hell

   "Damn new computers! Never know if they have a mind of their own
and they are out to get me!", Sam said to his fellow traveller sitting
next to him on a train bound for the city.

   "I think the machine is against you." the woman said in a seductive
voice.

   "Yeah, seems like everything is against me nowadays." Sam answered
back.

   "Tough day?" she asked.

   "Yeah, first off today was my daughter's 7th birthday. Tried to get
the boss to let me have the day off but he told me I better show or
I would end up out on the street.  But I thought, I'll get out
at 5, take the 5:30 train and be home by 6. But no, my boss had me
go over the biggest account our firm handles and that took me until
11:30---then my wife got pissed at me, left and took my daughter to
live with my mother-in-law!"

    "Boy, I guess you had a tough day.  Gee and I felt bad that my
boyfriend broke up with me today." she replied in an even more sexier
voice.

     The train slowly stopped at the city depot and both Sam and his
travelling companion depart the train.  A slight drizzle started up
adding more to Sam's depression.

     "You have a ride?" the woman asked Sam.

     "No, my wife usually picks me up but....." Sam say but is
interrupted by a slender feminine finger to his lip.

     "Well, I guess you'll have to ride with me.", she laughinly says
that sends chills up Sam's spine.

      "So what's your name? Mine's Sam.", Sam asks in his best macho
voice.

       "Sheila.", she replies.

   They both begin to walk slowly towards Sheila car.  Sam is thrown
back when Sheila starts to enter the top of the line ZX9000
HoverCraft.

       "This is your car?" Sam stutters out.

       "Yeah, one of the first of its kind out on the market. Get in
before you catch a death of cold." Sheila tells Sam, who enters the
warm vehicle.

     The craft hums to life and Sheila throws the craft into
overdrive.  Sam starts to stare at his new friend.  Her blonde
hair flows down over her full breasts.  Her short, red mini-mini skirt
rides up her slender thighs.  Her silk, black stockings shimmering
from the rain.

     Sheila looks over at Sam.  His brown hair, slightly receeding,
but still a turn on for her.  His heavy chest heaves up and down with
every breathe he takes.

     Suddenly both of their eyes meet and in each sees the lust in
the other's eyes.  Sheila programs the craft for auto-pilot and says
to Sam,

     "Your place or mine?"

     "My place is not my place anymore, so I'll chose yours", Sam
replied in an even more macho voice.

     The craft darts in and out of traffic and soon finds his way
home in the ritzy side of the city.  The two exit the vehicle and
enter a plosh high rise.

     "Penthouse", Sheila stated into a voice box in the elevator
which took them straight to the penthouse.

     "Anything to drink Sam?", Sheila asked a now trembling Sam.

     "Nothing right now, thank you.", he replied in a voice unfamiliar
even to him.

   Sheila reenters wearing some red satin panties, a red bra and some
red nylons.  She sits down next to Sam, and starts to run her fingers
down his chest to his pant's zipper, where she begins to unzip his
pants.  She unbuttons the slacks and pulls them off of him.  A slight
tug on his briefs reveal his long, hard love tool which Sheila starts
to suck on with all her might.  Sam feels as if he is about to explode
with excitement, his hands run around Sheila's small, tight, panty
covered ass.  She moans slightly as Sam pulls her bra off and starts
to fondle her massive breasts.
    Two body mingle as one, Sam begins to pump Sheila's tight cunt.
He closes his eyes as sensation send him into overdrive.  For more
than 3 hours, the session continues until both Sam and Sheila
collapse onto a bear skin rug.

    Sam opened his eyes to a black screen with the words Virtual
Reality Session Over.  Have A Nice Day.
     Sam takes off his visor and looked around his setting, no longer
was he in the penthouse but in his office at work. A phone ring and
Sam picks it up.

   "Hello. Darrin and son. Who is it?", he said into the phone

   "Hi Honey, its me.  On your way home, could you pick up some
    ice cream for the party tonight. Okay?", his wife replies.

   "Sure honey. Tell Suzy, happy birthday from Daddy." he replied.

   "I will dear.", his wife replied as she hangs up.

    A knock on the office door and Sam's boss walks in carrying a
    large box marked Dandy's Screws.

    "Sam, I need these files completed by tommorrow for the big
     meeting with Dandy's.", the boss yells as he throws the box onto
Sam's desk.

    "But sir, my daughter's birthday party is tonight and......."

    "No buts, You get this done or you're fired!", the boss screams
as he leaves the office.

    Sam rapidly tries to complete the file. When he finishes he
glances up at the clock.  "11:25! Oh Jesus, Susan going to have
a fit that I didn't show up for the birthday party".  The phone
rings and Sam picks it up knowning full well who it is.

     "Hello."

     "I'm not even going to let you try to explain this one off.
      Your daughter is crying her eyes out because you missed her
      party.  I'm going home to mother's and I'm taking Suzy with
      me!" Sam's wife yells and slams the phone down before Sam can
respond.

      Damn it! Sam thinks to himself.

      "Oh well, better go down to the train station and head for my
      brother's house to sleep.", Sam says to himself.

   Sam leaves the buildings and walks down to the train station, where
he enters a train.  The only avaivable seat is by a beautiful blonde.
Sam pulls a compact computer from his briefcase and tries to enter
a spreadsheet that he was working.  The machine blurps out some
no file found error.

      "Damn new computers! Never know if they have a mind of their own and they are out to get me!", Sam said to his fellow traveller sitting
next to him on a train bound for the city.

   "I think the machine is against you." the woman said in a seductive
voice...........

{Is it a game or is it real.......Sam found out in the new age of
computers and VR, it is hard to seperate the two.}