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From: kat@bacchus.esa.oz.au (Kathryn Andersen)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: Re: The UN Patrol
Date: 30 Jul 92 18:12:07 GMT
Organization: none

In <1992Jul21.152327.7710@vax.oxford.ac.uk> clements@vax.oxford.ac.uk writes:
> [ and then there were three... (or four)]

>"Thats true enough," muttered Crane before delivering instructions into her
>phone. She clipped it back onto her belt as a Mitshubishi Nightsky rounded the
>corner and stopped in front of them. The doors hummed open.

Jack Mills sat damply on the back seat next to Boswell, as Crane
took the front.  The doors shut, and the locks clicked ominously.
Not that he was planning on leaving anytime soon.  Plan?  Not
much of one; it currently consisted of (a) sticking to Jenna
Crane like glue, and (b) finding out what he could about the
aliens.  Since part A was acheived well enough by sharing the
same transportation, time to turn his attention to part B.  That
would depend on his concentration, and how well shielded the others
were.  Surface thoughts were easiest, and also least likely to
hold pertinant information - unless, of course, someone asked
the right questions...

Jack settled comfortably in his seat, and closed his eyes.  Be
still.  Breathe deep.  Slowly.  Not too comfortable, now, or
you'll just fall asleep, and you know how risky that would be...

Jack was not a natural-born psion; his abilities had come the
traumatic route, in that accident which had nearly killed him,
twenty-odd years ago, when "Jack Mills" had not existed.  Amu had
saved his sanity, and taught him how to use his mind to see.  The
fact that Amu had not been human was irrelevant.

Jack turned his attention to the man sitting next to him.  What
did the Englishman know?  And would he notice Jack's intrusion?

-------------------------------------------------
(Dave Clements, it is up to you to answer that!  I don't know
how well protected Boswell would be against psions - or Crane,
for that matter.)

(This is fun!)

Jack Mills is *mine*, please ask before use, and all that.

Kathryn Andersen
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From: timk@tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Tim Kuehn)
Subject: ADMIN: Why we write
Organization: TDK Consulting Services
Distribution: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 21:58:29 GMT

In article <1992Jul20.214854.17012@data-io.com> li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus) writes:
>Hmm... someone asked me WHY?  Why the heck post to the Net when there is
>even the possibility of losing a story and/or giving up first publication
>rights to the story?

[...]

>Because there is no other medium in the world where you can publish your
>own stuff in whatever form it might happen to fall out of the keyboard in.
>Because you can experiment and get instant feedback.  Not only feedback of
>the "I *loved* it."/"I hated it." kind, but feedback from other writers as
>you see them take off with an idea that you only hinted at.  Because it's
>fun to create characters that other people take an interest in and actually
>enjoy not only reading about but speculating about and tell you what they
>think about them pretty much instantaneously.

This is the same experience I felt when doing the Unity.* stuff. Post
an idea, people on the mailing list respond, and we iterate.  We could 
write ourselves into a corner and ask "Now what?" With 10 minds going 
at it, there was usually a reasonable way out of any spot we'd gotten 
ourselves into.

Then there was always the unexpected turns some people would come up 
with, the permutations or alternate directions "I never would've thought 
of that!", which would, in turn, lead me on to other, new directions, etc. 
etc. 

I wish I still had the time to keep the group running. Maybe one of 
these days I can try another group again. Apply the things I learned 
the first time around and learn a bunch more a second time around.

[..]

>I find that I'm not in it for the
>money, I'm in it because I love to write and I love having an audience.

And having that audience participate in your writing, leading you into
new and different places! You never know *where* you're going to end
up next!

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Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1992 09:01:26 -0400 
From: "Kip G. Moore" <km4j+@andrew.cmu.edu>
Subject: Synopsis: Lead-Lined Nights


Synopsis:

For those of you who had followed the intermittent exploits of the Model
66 scenario, let me refresh your memories....

Some would say that it all started when Liralen Li got kidnapped.  She
was nabbed by ARES and they wired her up, used her as a template for the
combat tactics of the now legendary H-K drone.  Several of her friends
dreamed up an extraction mission for Li and executed it perfectly, but
in the aftermath of the extraction, the group of friends got fractured. 
One group took Li and started work on de-engineering her hyper combat
sense.  Another group went underground soon after the extraction and is
only just beginning to poke their collective noses around the door. 
Several other solo mercs have also gone under deep cover, so far
successfully evading the long arm of ARES' wrath.

This is not any of those stories.

This is a continuation of the stories of Argent the medic and Leadfoot
the novice.

Before Li was extracted from ARES' Cadaemus Division, they ran a few
beta tests on her field combat capabilities.  The final mission they
sent her on was a test of how well ARES had been able to imbed their
processes in her neuralware.  Late one night she killed her lover,
Argent, as he slept in his house, with a katana straight through the
chest.  An unqualified success, or so ARES thought.

Almost immediately, the group found Argent pinned to his bed like a
collected bug and called some of Argent's medico buddies.  They were
able to patch him up and take him away somewhere to 'recuperate', where
he was promptly forgotten by the group (they had other, more immediate
problems); presumed dead by the rest of the world.

Leadfoot was shattered by this turn of events.  It had been his
assignment to protect the pacifist Argent and it had also been his first
real assignment.  Despite the consolation recieved by his friends, he
took it very personally and vented a good deal of his anger toward ARES
during the mission, where he created the diversion necessary for Li's
extraction.

After the extraction, Leadfoot set his sights back to Argent and resumed
his duty of 'bodyguard' until Argent relaxed Leadfoot's obligation to
his safety.

UPDATE:  Argent's medico pals were organleggers!!  Leadfoot has managed
to get Argent out of the coffin hospital where he was being held, but
not before unspecified damage has been done to Argent's body.

We now return you to your unusually scheduled storyline.

---------------
-Kay Double You

Leadoot's bit should be coming up in under a week! (no, really!)
Constructive criticism necessary.
Leadfoot by Kip G. Moore (km4j+@andrew.cmu.edu)
Argent by Phyllis Rostykus (li@polari.online.com or li@Data-IO.COM)
From: pcellik@axion.bt.co.uk (Peter SPHINX Cellik)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: Re: Who knows...
Date: 24 Jul 92 09:23:03 GMT
Reply-To: pcellik@axion.bt.co.uk (Peter SPHINX Cellik)
Organization: British Telecom Research Labs


I enjoyed reading it, but your right about the first
paragraph.  You could actually just leave it out, I
don't think it really has any effect on the story.

    SPHINX


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Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
From: clements@vax.oxford.ac.uk
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: Re: The UN Patrol
Date: 21 Jul 92 14:23:26 GMT
Organization: Oxford University VAXcluster

In article <1992Jul21.002439.18764@bacchus.esa.oz.au>, kat@bacchus.esa.oz.au (Kathryn Andersen) writes:

[Jack comes out of he shaddows to be confronted by the Colonel...]


> 
> "Killing me will get you nowhere.  Or worse than nowhere."
> Of course, she might be planning something less fatal than death,
> but that was an assumption he couldn't afford to make.  One good
> threat deserves another.  "The Piper could owe me a favour.  And
> you know how good he is.  Are you willing to take that chance?"
> 
> Jack spent the next five seconds praying that she wouldn't call
> his bluff.  He breathed an inward sigh of relief when she
> holstered her gun.  He smiled.  "Besides, it's very uncomfortable
> talking in the rain.  Even more so than a pub.  And you never
> know who might be listening."
> 

"And then there were three," Said Boswell emerging from the shadows of the
alleyway. Jack felt sure he hadn't been there a moment ago. "Or should I say
four if we include our diminutive friend?

"Now, that we've got our tail reeled in can we go somewhere warm and
dry? I think the local air pollution is doing terrible things to my 'brolly!"

"Okay," Crane replied, "I think we're in a clean enough area now. Nobody was
following you were they Jack?"

Before he could reply Boswell interupted, "I think we're clean at the moment,
though I have to admit that things don't feel quite right around here..."

"Thats true enough," muttered Crane before delivering instructions into her
phone. She clipped it back onto her belt as a Mitshubishi Nightsky rounded the
corner and stopped in front of them. The doors hummed open.

"next stop the UN stockade. Serves me right for drinking in strange bars,"
thought Boswell as he climbed in.



(c) Dave Clements 1992. Boswell and the bad guys are mine. Permissive use is
granted as long as you make no permanant changes, metabolic or otherwise...




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From: fjohnson@kinks.rutgers.edu (Floyd Johnson)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: Cyborg Capture
Date: 28 Jul 92 15:11:46 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


	I finally found the answer to one of the big problems in my
little saga--how do you capture an AI?. The answer appears to be to
use a pocket EMP generator, which in this attempt at 2035 AD could
pass for a taser. Come to think of it, it probably is an ordinary
taser.
	Any way, here goes:
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It seemed like a good idea at the time, donning a trenchcoat and staking
out where the countertransmitter was aimed. Now, he was fighting for his
life.

Darrin had destroyed yet another cybernetic rival---it made him wonder
about himself, though he was sure he was a far better design. Shit, they
were just machine guns with legs; he was part vatgrown, part wetware, an
analytical engine. Yet it continually amazed him that even as such, he
was capable of bonding, falling in love, even making love. Two days ago,
it became evident that someone disapproved of the bonds he had formed,
and made this point with both political rhetoric and an automatic
weapon.

With this in mind, he wanted some answers. Who would invent an
electronic bigot, and then send it to shoot up a lecture hall? Why would
anyone go for brute force, rather than stealth and cunning?

The USART he'd retrieved led to a warehouse on the south side of town.
He ducked around a corner, examining the building with his scanning
apparati. IR showed a large concentration of people in the lower levels.
Telephoto revealed that many of them were wearing berets.

<You've gotta be shitting me>, he thought.<Either that's one hell of a
security division, or this is what I'm looking for.>

A pair of gunshots flew past his ear. Instinctively, Darrin rolled to
his left.<They may be shitty at cybernetics, but they know their way
around firearms.>

No sooner had a third shot come off than did a dozen nightstick-armed
men in khaki come running out to his position. Darrin countered by
summoning and firing a nitro cartridge at them.

<Aw shit, not again!>

To his relief, a couple of men had fallen. A third staggered forward,
muttering "Use the stun gun" before collapsing.

The remainder descended upon Darrin like locusts. For each swing dealt
to him, Darrin dished out either a foot to the face, an uppercut to the
solar plexus, or a lunge to the groin. 

He felt a hot pricking in his leg, then numbness. He attempted to kick
the taser wielder, but his legs ceased to respond, as did his fists.
Darrin's GUI had darkened, his vision following close behind.
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From: strake@coos.dartmouth.edu (strake)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: ADMIN: FAQ?
Date: 21 Jul 92 13:54:18 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH

Hiya, is there an FAQ for this group, If so could someone mail it to me
(or repost it, doesn't much matter to me.)

strake@dartmouth.edu

thank you muchly

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From: akilgour@thinkage.on.ca (Anita Kilgour)
Subject: Re: ADMIN:  attn. Liralen
Organization: /etc/organization
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1992 13:36:13 GMT

In article <1992Jul21.171807.15956@data-io.com> li@polari.online.com writes:
>My Polari
>account is fairly stable, now, though, so if folks have mail they *really*
>need to send to me, mail to li@polari.online.com; and it should get to me
>fairly quietly and quickly and without the wild bounces.  

Sorry, milady.  I've tried to contact you via polari and gotten nothing but
bounces.  I'm starting to feel like the proverbial rubber ball....

Anita

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From: tagg@hg.uleth.ca (Nathaniel Tagg)
Subject: Re: The Difference Engine
Reply-To: tagg@hg.uleth.ca
Organization: University of Lethbridge
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1992 06:22:42 GMT

In article <21JUL199214251850@dstl86.gsfc.nasa.gov>, olson@dstl86.gsfc.nasa.gov (Paul Olson) writes:
>In article <1992Jul21.045745.15617@honte.uleth.ca>, tagg@hg.uleth.ca writes...
>>In article <20JUL199222275714@dstl86.gsfc.nasa.gov>, olson@dstl86.gsfc.nasa.gov (Paul Olson) writes:
>>>In article <1992Jul20.204205.11655@honte.uleth.ca>, tagg@hg.uleth.ca writes...
>>
>>[cybercourt case arguments deleted]
>>
>
>Touche!  Boy, I wish I could tell my soon-to-be-ex-wife to lump her claim for
>alimony!
>
>Dr. Forbin


      You could tell her;  I just doubt you could follow it up. (Good way to
get someone riled: set them up for a fight, then aquiese (sp?  whatever. Give
in.) the moment they are ready to face you.  Hours of enjoyment.)

--------- Nat
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From: Jeremy_Reimer@mindlink.bc.ca (Jeremy Reimer)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: YABB - DIFFERENCE ENGINE - Spoiler
Date: 21 Jul 92 09:05:52 GMT
Organization: MIND LINK! - British Columbia, Canada
Distribution: world

You know, having read this YABB rant about the Difference Engine, I find myself
(gasp!) agreeing totally!

Also, strictly speaking, shouldn't this have been called the _Analytical
Engine_?  After all, *that* device (never completed) was to be the forerunner
of the modern computer, NOT the Difference Engine, which was a mere calculator.
Babbage had plans for the Analytical Engine to have a "CPU", memory, storage,
etc, and this more like the stuff in the novel.

Not really a minor point considering they used the term as the novel's title!


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From: michaelb@cse.fau.edu (Michael Rogero Brown)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: Me.. The Biography of an AI ..
Date: 21 Jul 92 19:20:29 GMT
Organization: Florida Atlantic University, Boca Raton, FL, USA

In article <1992Jul21.174727.17511@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu> cuscd@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu (Charles Dey) writes:
>  Me, by Thomas k. Thomas,   anyone know anything about it ??
>From the back cover, I figured it was an autobiography of the first
>concious AI, sounds cool, but is it worth reading ?
>
>any info on it would be appreciated.
>thanx..
>Crim'
>
I've read it.  Pretty enjoyable.  I was annoyed that somethings weren't
explained.  The novel was totally from the AI's perspective and since he (it?)
was in the dark about some events, so was the reader.


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From: tmaddox@netcom.com (Tom Maddox)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: Until the End of the World (possible spoilers)
Date: 29 Jul 92 06:25:47 GMT
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest)

In article <l6tujgINNmo@boogie.cs.utexas.edu> swisher@cs.utexas.edu (Janet M. Swisher) writes:
>I liked this movie, but thought it had definite flaws.  It never would
>have been made by Hollywood . . .

	Indeed.  Which is not a flaw.  Wenders is a European director with a
sensibility very different from most anything in Hollywood.  My favorite film
of his is _Wings of Desire_, but _End of the World_, for all its length and
despite my disagreement with its thesis, is far more interesting than most
things out of Hollywood.

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From: erik@castle.ed.ac.uk (E Moncrieff)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: Tetsuo
Date: 23 Jul 92 21:33:43 GMT
Organization: Edinburgh University

In article <Brs2I7.ID1@acsu.buffalo.edu> dewind@acsu.buffalo.edu (Padraig) writes:
>bhilpott@wam.umd.edu (Manuel de Anarchismo) writes:
>
>>I saw a movie a while ago during the DC Film Festival called Tetsuo (sp?).

>The only thing I can say about it is that I believe Tetsuo was one of the
>main characters in Akira.  Perhaps Tetsuo is actually a sort of sequel to 
>Akira or something like that.  Akira did have a lot of CP type of stuff in 
>it...perhaps a predecessor to modern Cyberpunk.
>
>Padraig

Nope, Tetsuo is a film in its own right as well as the name of the Akira
character.  I didn't manage to see it, but the press here described it in
very CP terms.  Wasn't the story something about a guy who has an accident
(car???) and then starts developing mechanical characteristics?  If my memory
is correct I think its subtitle was `Tetsuo: The Iron Man.'

Erik
Organization: Arizona State University
Date: Thursday, 23 Jul 1992 15:02:47 MST
From: <ISTRSC@ASUACAD.BITNET>
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: Mondo The Book

I just picked up a copy of Mondo #7 (brand-new!) with a full-page add
promising a September release date for the Mondo 2000 book.

Can't help you on the Sterling book...
From: lesher@pollux.tmc.edu (T. Lesher)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Oh, again, about _The Long Run_...
Date: 29 Jul 92 13:55:27 GMT
Distribution: world
Organization: Bucknell University, Lewisburg, Pa.

Which reminds me of another question I had about this book...

Who picked up on how Trent "Walked through the wall"?

I assumed that his Image (Johnny Johnny) did some kind of holo, but I
never quite figured it out.

BTW--if you're just answering this question, mail me, to keep a
potentially large pile of duplicate answers off the list.  Thanks!

Tim Lesher
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From: space2@hardy.u.washington.edu (Tim Oerting)
Subject: Re: B.E.M.E.H.O.T.H.
Organization: University of Washington, Seattle
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1992 15:57:26 GMT

In article <1992Jul27.041112.14215@husc3.harvard.edu> kim39@scws8.harvard.edu (John Kim) writes:
>@nmsu.edu> rscott@spock.NMSU.Edu (Joseph Good) writes:
>>For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, it is the guy
>>who is riding around the country on that super bike hooked up to computers..
>>radios..phones.. and everything.
>>Well, on Donahue the other day, he said he was hooked up to Internet.
>>Anybody out there know his address???
>>--
>>Joseph Good
>>rscott@nmsu.edu (NeXT mail welcome!!)
>>atlantis@acca.nmsu.edu  (Just plain ol' Unix)
>
>HE is on internet, which is partly how he reads and sends email
>while on the road.  I don't know his address but you can find someone
>who does know his address on te rec.bicycles newsgroup.
>
>An obvious place tolook!
>-J. Kim
>

Well...how this relates to CP I am not sure but since I ran accross this 
elsewhere I will post what I read:

	Steven K Roberts
	email address: lorien.qualcomm.com

>


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Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: B.E.M.E.H.O.T.H.
From: kim39@scws8.harvard.edu (John Kim)
Date: 27 Jul 92 04:11:11 EDT
Organization: Harvard University Science Center

@nmsu.edu> rscott@spock.NMSU.Edu (Joseph Good) writes:
>For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, it is the guy
>who is riding around the country on that super bike hooked up to computers..
>radios..phones.. and everything.
>Well, on Donahue the other day, he said he was hooked up to Internet.
>Anybody out there know his address???
>--
>Joseph Good
>rscott@nmsu.edu (NeXT mail welcome!!)
>atlantis@acca.nmsu.edu  (Just plain ol' Unix)

HE is on internet, which is partly how he reads and sends email
while on the road.  I don't know his address but you can find someone
who does know his address on te rec.bicycles newsgroup.

An obvious place tolook!
-J. Kim