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   From: fool@unroutable.com   
      
   The Fool  writes:   
      
   > Even then, the best I could do was this, some conglomerate of Huginn and   
   > Muginn, the crows in Portland, and the ravens from Campsite #1.  Gimme a   
   > sec."   
      
   After watching the results of the experiment and hopping around and picking   
   up a few scraps of the organic matter that fell outside the fence, the   
   raven flew back to the house.  He skimmed the ground on the way, a   
   couple bounces that looked mostly on purpose.   
      
   "It's a reality virus, a subtle infection in a virtual world in which   
   consistancy, knowledge (recieved or deduced), and expectations start   
   filling in the empty spots and the blanks, start shutting down the   
   network, by turning off the lesser used or expected paths as it   
   metastisizes into a reality.", squawked the raven.  "It continued, "The   
   ecstasy of communication becomes the squawks of biz and the mundane   
   sociological congresses."   
      
   "I thought it might be The Future come a knockin", replied Sourceror.   
      
   "This is another vector by which the virus is transmitted, the shadows   
   of the future obscure what is here and now.  What is in front of us is   
   forced into tracks that lead to our image of the future.", continued the   
   raven.   
      
   The black bird jumped onto the table to grab a nacho from the   
   broiler-pan, which had suddenly appears on the kitchen table.  It threw   
   it up into the air, and swallowed it whole as it fell.   
      
   "We have just about enough critical mass in our present storyline to   
   counter-act the reality virus.  If we can get the beemice pass the fence   
   and into the machine, it just might fix it.", he said with a bit of   
   cheese hanging from his beak.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)