From: s892057@minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au (Neale Wolfson)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: A Wolf in time. (Intro)
Date: 6 Nov 1992 09:02:46 GMT
Organization: RMIT Computer Centre
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Summary: New story, New author.  Respond please!
Keywords: Story.  Intro.


            A Wolf in time.
              Intro.

     Copyright Neale Wolfson  1992.
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   'Where the hell am I?'

   Not an original thought,  but better than no thought at all.  A quick 
glance around only reveals two things,  one it is dark,  and second this
isn't where you went to sleep last night.

   'This isn't my bedroom...'

   Suddenly the world gives a sickening lurch,  your falling down,  
further and further until you body thumps into a footpath and as you recover
you notice it isn't black anymore.  A more general look shows your now 
laying on a street pavment,  in a street which could be mistaken for any of
hundreds in the world.  The standard extras in a modern city come into focus,
a phone box, playground, two dragons, parked cars...  

   "Hold a minute.  Dragons aren't real!"

   "Maybe not in the real world but they do here."

   Slightly startled,  you wonder what can happen next when the second 
dragon starts talking,

   "We are your guides to the matrix,  why we are we don't know,  nor why
you are this special,  but ask us any question and we will try to answer
you."

    "THE MATRIX!!!  Thats the stuff of science fiction!  How can I be in 
The MATRIX!"

    "Well,  we know your last memories were of 1992 and now we are in 2038,
we also know that you are unique that you don't need any connecting to 
connect to the matrix,  In fact your not cyber enhanced at all.  Your real
body is currently laying on a bed somewhere in the sprawl and you will leave
us in five minutes,  but will be back."

    A few minutes later your still shocked but realise you have to start 
asking questions while you still have time.

    "Why am I here? How did I get here? How am I jacked in without any
hardware? What the hell do I do next?" 

    "Sorry,  can't help you with any of those questions.  Maybe the answers
will come to you when you get back."

    "Well what are you and what are your names?"

    "We are AI's designed to guide your journeys through the matrix while 
you are here.  We know alot,  but we can only answer specific questions you
give us.  As for our names,  we haven't been given one yet.  What is your 
name?"

     "I'm called ...

           The Wolf."

     And blackness suddenly closes again.
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  OK then.  A brief intro,  I have a few ideas for this person,  plus my
writing probably isn't the best.  Constructive criticism please?  If you  
think I'm that bad tell me and I won't bother going on,  if it's good 
tell me,  and the next installment will be along.  No response will be 
interperated negatively.  

  Of course this is Copyright Neale Wolfson 1992.  
  
  Don't use the character yet!  Even in cameos.  (Why you would I'll never
    know,  but???)  I'm still forming him so give it a little while.  Thanks.

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