>From: li@polari.UUCP (Phyllis Rostykus)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: A Dark Chromed Piper (was Re: egads...donde es la stars?)
Date: 11 Nov 90 21:16:47 GMT


   Li appears, this time, simply appears, by a dark booth with a 
healing being, in it.  She appears in all her ferocity and all her 
inhumanity, the pale, sharp features of her Asian face stern and 
implacable around the strange steel blue of her eyes.  "Brothers." 
she says to Eldrich and Prong, "Dark Brothers.  I would invite you 
to another place." she says, "A place where we *belong*.  A place 
that would embrace our danger, embrace our dark dreamings, and cheer 
us on for more.  A place where we would not trouble the peace of a 
place made for healing."

   "You, too, Michael Bowen, or vo73mdwm of ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu,
if you would rather be known by that." she says to the air, to 
wherever that strange place is that he has found, instead of where 
he would be.  "You and your deadly visions would be welcome there, too.  
Come with me to Chatsubo, built in the hall of alt.cyberpunk."

   She eyes Enigma and the delicate tip of his cane, but says 
nothing.  Instead, she moves, so gracefully, in a flow of muscle and 
balance, over to the fireplace, to confront Sir Papillon, "You as 
well." she whispers, indigo blue fingernails gently brush against 
his cheek, "If you wish to express the steel and chrome within you.  
Come with me. Come join us at alt.cyberpunk."

   Her drink is on the bar, before she even puts the dollar down.  
She gulps it, and goes to the line. "To Farewell."

   >> CRASH!! <<

   "This particular Aspect of Phyllis Li Chia Yu Rostykus will say, 
May all of you fare well in this Place. But I must be going." Li's 
smile is small, and as bright as the edge of a well used blade. "I 
know that the price of my safety here has been the security and the 
peace of many of you, and I am sorry for that.  But I would thank 
you for the safety that you have extended, for it was much 
appreciated." Her bow to all is intricate and smooth, beautiful and 
flourished, and heartfelt. 

   "Also, I have appreciated how you all have showed me how it is to 
dream with words.  To work with this particular version and vision 
of virtual reality.  And in return, I will be gone from here.  Leave 
you to your work of healing Reality, while I go to play in the blood 
and glass of dark Fantasy in the realm of alt.cyberpunk."

   "When you followup on this article, do it to alt.cyberpunk, for *I*
will NOT be here."

   Her toast and explanation done, Li simply falls apart, de-rezzing 
with a soft buzz of static.

------

   Liralen, watching from a table, smiles, gently, and pats Fezzik 
on his fuzzy head.

-- 
>From the "other"	| Phyllis Li Rostykus  	phyllis@eld.amc.com
account of		| 			uw-beaver!sumax!polari!li  
"Looking out on empty streets, all that she can see, are the dreams made solid,
 are the dreams made real." - Peter Gabriel "Mercy Street"