When what to our wondering eyes should appear, but VGA graphics of a sleigh and reindeer, with a bitmapped driver, a lively old fellow, I knew right away it must be St. Echo. There off the screen, I saw a reflection, and turned 'round to look in the other direction. Right there behind us, amidst the tech-toys, Had appeared St. Echo, with not even a noise. Wearing a grimy red jumpsuit from his feet to his beard, None but a techie could look that weird. Odd bits of surplus hung out of his sack, that bulged at odd angles slung over his back.
H is eyes did twinkle, though somewhat bleary, from staring at monitors, yet still quite merry.
A '486 portable in his left hand was held, and a cellular modem was strapped to his belt. I had to see him, this overweight gnome, he settled down by the CP, as if it 'twere home. A flip of the toggles, and a tug on his beard, soon showed us that he was not to be feared. He spoke not a word, but went straight to work, filled all empty sockets, then with a swift jerk, replaced a few boards inside the machine, turned it back on and checked it out clean. Back to Previous Menu Copyright 1999 CSP Backgrounds.