From: JMPIERCE%USMCP6.bitnet@VM.TCS.Tulane.EDU (JIM PIERCE)
Subject: long post, a hologram re: Breakfast is Served !
Organization: Yale CS Mail/News Gateway
Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1992 21:30:16 GMT



              Out in the meadow where the green grass grows...

       Orange Safety markers wall off a large square area at the base of a
       small hill.

       "Ready Linda ? "DJ.

       "Yes Boss !" Linda.

       "Ready Robbie ? " DJ.

       <silence>

       "Ready Robbie !? " DJ.

       <silence>

       "Robbie !" DJ.

       "Uhm, I'm doing Bar-Bee-Que boss," Robbie.

       "Robbie, we need your help. You have the holo projectors !" DJ.

       "Oh ! Sorry, be right there," Robbie.

       "Okay, zargars on. Projectors on. <good> bring it back in phase !
         Oops, thats me. Okay, coalesce.... Now !" DJ.

       A blue cubical haze forms in the marked off area as DJ says the magic
       words, 'Regnad Kcin !' Combining magic and science, technology advanced
       seems like magic indeed...

       A blue cube forms. It is about 100' x 100' x 30' ( or about 30 meters x
       30 meters x 10 meters. *about* those sizes... } There is a light inside
       of it, seemingly a long way off in the distance. The light might be
       headlights, maybe not. Its a little hard to see just what they are. In
       the background you hear a song, a song by the group, 'Golden Earring'
       and its called _Radar Love_.  Its got a beat, a rock beat;
          a beat that might have been heard on American Bandstand back
          in the black&white television days, back when much of TV was
          experimental, back when Ernie Kovaks was doing his Morning Show,
          before the days of synthesizers, and MIDI;
       snare drums, a forlorn distant electric bass guitar joins the drums, a
       lead guitar comes to the fore, and the song goes like this...

       I've been driving all night, my hands wet on the wheel !
       There's a voice in my head that drives my here
       Thats my baby calling saying I need you here !

       <the lights are now seen to be tail lights of... a sports car called,
        a Spider. The driver is alone. He is going somewhere, very fast.
        You can hear the gears shifting up and down. Your point of view is
        now just above, and in front of, his forehead.>

       And its half-past four and I'm shifting gears !
       When she is lonely and her longing gets too much
       She sends a cable coming in from above !

       <must be talking about Didi-Sprite... nope must be someone else...>

       Don't need a phone at all !
       We've got a thing and thats called Radar Love !
       We've got a wave in the air. Radar Love.

       <sparkles in the passenger seat. can't look there,
        I'm driving a winding road. Hmm, where did this 'I' stuff come from.>

       Radio's playing some forgotten song, Brenda Lee is coming on strong.
       The road has got me hypnotized and I'm spinning into a nude sunrise !
       When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough,
       She sends her comfort coming in from above,

       <dare to look quickly beside, a woman sits there in what was an
        empty seat... who could it be...>

       We don't need a letter at all !
       We've got a thing thats called Radar Love !
       We got a light up in the sky ! Radar Love.

       <a driving beat: drums; guitar; a saxophone low and slow, sassy>


       <back to the original beat>

       Whooo !

       No more speed I'm almost there,
       Gotta keep cool, now gotta take care,
       Last car to pass, here I go !
       And the line of cars drove down here slow.

       <do I recognize her...>

       Radio's playing that forgotten song, Brenda Lee is coming on strong.
       And the Newsman sang his same song !
       Oh ! One more Radar Lover is gone !
       When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough,

       <you can see the car from the left side now... DJ is driving ! he seems
        to be in a hurry. His fat head blocks the view of who is beside him.>

       She sends her comfort coming in from above,
       We don't need a letter at all !
       We've got a thing thats called Radar Love !

       <the car goes into a series of winding roads. S-curves... Point of view
        moves to the passenger seat. Yup, its DJ driving all right.>

       We got a light up in the sky !
       We've got a thing thats called Radar Love.
       We've got a thing thats called Radar Love.

       <the song is over and it fades into the background. the car continues
        down the two-lane blacktop.>

       <an echo in my mind... 'Radio's playing that forgotten song, Brenda Lee
        is coming on strong. And the Newsman sang his same song !'>

       <the car shifts into low gear. there's something way up ahead. A blue
        wall in the road ! The car picks up speed, the tach goes to red-line.
        The blue wall explodes in phospheresence ! The car and passengers are
        unhurt even though the car is completely stopped from its former high
        speed. They are in a meadow full of some rather different beings,
        well different than usual Terrans. The car halts and Virtual Reality
        DJ merges with his Real Life Self. The Passenger merges with her VR
        Self. Its SEA ! They both get out, walk over to the Birthday Friends,
        arm in arm. Seawasp, Dirbze, and The Grey Lady are accepting Birthday
        Wishes from the Callahaners.>

           "Happy Birthday Seawasp !
            Happy Birthday Dirbze !
            Happy Birthday Grey Lady !" SEA and Dreamy Jim

       "If you would like a ride in the car, just ask, but I think I'll drive
       as Boss doesn't have a driver's license yet." Linda. :-)

       <the blue cube is gone, if it ever actually existed.>

         DJ and SEA along with the help of Linda and Robbie wish all three
of you the most happy birthday that can be.


* <JMPIERCE@USMCP6.BITNET> Jim "NickD." Pierce A.k.a DJ
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