From: vagans@inanna.eanna.net
Sweet Poly wrote:
> Still stuck in the dark tunnel called Winter, we might as well work our way
through our To Do
>lists. So Sourcerer has been rummaging around in his cp files, and has found
some old altcp Rancho
>home movies.
> On the Rancho kitchen slate message board in blue and orange chalk:
>
>
> ** Announcement **
>
> Rancho Home Movies!
>
> Watch your favorite altcp superheroes once again, as they defend themselves
against spamming
> evildoers and clueless twits while accurately anticipating the future!!!
>
> When: This weekend
> Special Midnight Showing
> Saturday night
>
> Refreshments!
>
> **
>
>
The punks crowded into the little screening room behind the entertainment
center. Each took a bag of
popcorn and settled down for the show. The veteran leadies of the NeuX2 War
among them knew what was
coming; the rest were eager to see for the first time one of the great weapons
of the war.
The floor of the center aisle slid open and a platform slowly arose, a dark
shroud covering some
object on it. The shroud dissolved revealing The Mirror of Nanna Sin. An
armature of gold wound
round with silver supporting a small disk framed with interlinked curves of
silvery new moons, with
traceries of lapis. The disk was translucent or nearly so, a smokey
yellow-green in color. During
the war Sourcerer had seeded the earth's deserts with slow glass like mica,
and later did the same
to the Rancho. In the light of the full moon, the slow glass chips transmitted
their recordings to
his lab in the Rancho Deluxe's tower (One result was that Sourcerer was the
unrecognized world
authority on pack rat middens).
Gene and Ed cleared of the stage just below the seats, then cleared themselves
off of it when they
heard the soft musical "toing" of the Mirror powering up. The Raven perched on
the backrest of
Poly's seat next to the Mirror, eyeing her bag of popcorn. With a sigh, she
went back to the popcorn
maker and filled another bag. Returning to her seat, she held the second bag
against the arm of her
chair. The Raven snagged a kernel and ate it, then another...Poly could feel
it carefully pecking at
the crumbles of popcorn that had fallen from his beak into her hair.
On the stage below they could see the Rancho Deluxe's porch as it had been so
many years ago. Among
the vets there was a rumble of concern that it might be that tedious dialogue,
but then they noticed
Nightfly in the corner of the porch beginning to nod, his tea cup slipping
down his lap. Someone
shouted, "Nemickol's Ride"! Alright!
Nemickol's Ride
Date: 16 Jul 1995 20:12:32 GMT
From: egreen2@panini.helios.nd.edu
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: Tea with Omar (Was: Peace Offering - the 7 labours)
And with a sudden fury, Nemickol runs into sweet Poly's
parlor and screams "NOW!", and some incoherent Japanese.
Sweet Poly bows her head. She had hoped it would not come to this.
The dozens of lurkers pour forth from her home and onto
the porch. Tea and biscuits fly everywhere as Jer and
.mpa seize Omar. Gene begins screaming about the brownies,
but is quickly back into the swing of things. Ed grabs
Gremlin and hurries him to the others. "Sorry about the
cookie man.."
A sports car of some type pulls out of the seemingly innocent
barn and up to the group. Omar is dumbstruck, as he
is tied to the front of the machine. Someone jams
half a sheet of acid into his open mouth. He has enough
time to see that the driver is Nesta Stubbs, who tips his
40 at him and munches the other half of the sheet.
People begin reading "Neuromancer", "The Communist
Manifesto", and some other titles that he has never
heard of.. Something the color of 'Jolt' is poured
all over his head. Nemickol runs in front of him,
carrying a sashimono, flamethrower, and a katana.
He hands the flamer to Jer, who screams in Omar's
face, and boards the hood of the vehicle by way
of Omar's back. Jer, Nemickol, and Sourcerer
sit on Omar's back. The vehicle roars out of the
dirt driveway, running over christian ravin'. The
roar of laughter and the engine is defening.
They pull into the city and into a bank's lobby.
Omar is cut by the glass, as is everyone else, but
he is begining to trip, and doesn't really notice.
He is untied and hurried to a very disturbed investment
banker. He is asked a battery of questions from
how he feels about genetic engineering, to if he *really*
understand how the computer on his desk works, the
one that several of the mob have since looted.
Unable to answer, and crying his eyes out, his head is
shaved and spray painted hot pink by Baron Samedi.
Technical boy then knocks the suit out.
After a harowing ride through the city (Nesta Stubbs
is really ripped), they arrive in the ghetto, where
an incredible discussion on economics and morality
ensues between them and the local drug lords.
The same is done with several executives from
Exxon and Chemical Banking Corp.
Omar is then blindfolded. Time passes. He is tied to a
chair in front of a huge bank of monitors. They are
displaying everything from 'EmptyV' to 'Growing Pains'.
After a few hours of this Omar vomits, Numbing Mass
Culture taking its efect.
The group returns from the arcade, Samurai Shodown
having losts its luster (at least for the next 10 minutes)
and Omar is tied to the car again. They race toward the
Museum, and he hears Jennacy whisper in his ear above the
continuing lyrics of "Fuck Off" and the engine...."Experience
...experience...experience...." A bee stings him in the nose.
Nemickol awakens, .mpa had poked him in his ribs.
He falls off his chair, disturbing Gene who begins
laughing hysterically for no obvious reason, until
Nemickol notes the empty plate of brownies.
Omar continues after the brief commotion.
*sigh*
--
Nemickol
^
/ \s
Christ himself had no less than 3 implants.
****
Speaking of "anticipating the future", the bank and the investment banker are
examples, I think.
--
(__) Sourcerer
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