From: bwheat@nmsu.edu (Bryan Payne Wheat)
Subject: I hate Trash
Date: Fri May 05 08:31:28 MET DST 1995

		       		**A Story**


	The first thing I rember was wakeing up (sort of speak) on a work
bench in a basement.Then things flickered out. Then the next time I
became concious I awoke in a box. I heard noises. Squeling,laffing,& soft
talk. Then the box opened and a naked lady looked at me and said, "What
the hell is this you know I wanted a real dog."
	Male voice out of view,"But honey I made it my self. Beside you
knon how much a real dog permit runs plus the clone cost"
	"If you love me you would find the money. Beside you can't
program worth a shit."
	After that it escelated into a fury of insults,thrown
furniture,and me getting thrown in the trash out of spite. Man she
was the first and ugliest bitch I ever set my so called eyes on.
 As you might of guest by now I'm the damn dog. Well a cyberdog. What a crappy
start. Old "You can't program worth a shit" out did him self and didn't
even know it. By the way I'm Sparky (how original). I got my name from
some street hacker group that had to jump into my dumster where I was
tring to figuer out what the hell was going on with me. They took me in as
gang's new mascot.
	It wasen't till a hacker name Diver started to teach
me stupid pet tricks. To my distaste of fetch and his suprise I told him
to get the damn stick himself. This starttled the group in general. They
were a skittish bunch. At first they all thought I was a trap set by the
cops. So I ran out of the building into the dark alleys of Albuqerque of
2134. So hey I don't need food,I don't get fleas, and I don't get cold.
I do however I get kind of lonely. So I went back to the abandon
warehouse to talk to the gang.
	Again they were suprise to see me. They thought i took off to
nark on there new hide out (from what I understad this is the best
home they had in a year). "Hey!" I shouted, "Put those bags down and
listen to me. I'm a lonely dog with the implanted attitude of a grouchy
old fart (Mr. "You can't program worth a shit" had a sick sence of humor).
I not a nark dog."
	Then they all pulled out big menacing weapons and pointed them in
my directon. What a paranoid bunch.
			To be continued