From: vagans@foreshadower.net
On Sun, 29 Jul 2018, mpa000 wrote:
>
> "Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping...into the fu-ture,
> tick-tock-tick, doot-doot-do-do...."
The date of your post is 23 years and two weeks since Sweet
Poly's first Rancho post.
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Date: 14 Jul 1995 20:02:46 GMT
From: Omar Haneef '96
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: Tea with Omar (Was: Peace Offering - the 7
labours)
sweet Poly (kissingm@stripe.Colorado.EDU) wrote:
> Okey-doke, gang. It is the height of the summer --everybody's got all
> hot and bothered, and it is time for a break:
> *****
> Afternoon tea.
> There is plenty of room on the big covered porch for all
> the punks who want a little break. There are white wicker
> chairs, porch swings, gliders, and small tables loosely
> gathered in a semi-circle on the shadiest part of the
> porch. The sunlight is glaring and hot in the yard, but
> the porch offers plenty of shade, and the sound of the
> sycamore leaves rustling in the breeze sounds refreshing,
> like cool water...
> Afternoon tea is a semi-formal occasion, genteel, and
> everybody is wearing white linen and straw hats. Poly is
> the Lady of this Place, and so doesn't have to wear a hat.
> She presides over the table with the silver tea setting
> that was her grandmother's, and 'pours'. There are little
> cucumber sandwiches, club sandwiches, fresh fruit, and
> cake. There is iced tea for those who don't want hot at
> this time of day.
> Poly turns to Omar: "May I offer you a nice cup of tea, Omar? Yes?
> Cold or hot? Iced it is, then..." glass pitcher; rounds of lemon slices bob gently in the ice...
> She asks everybody in turn, and some help themselves to
> sandwiches, having awful cases of the munchies... (there
> are 'specially good brownies due out of the oven shortly
> )
***
Although you weren't the first to reply to the thread, you
were the first to write Rancho. You connected it to the
NeuX2 threads, which was perfect.
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From: .mpa
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: Tea with Omar (Was: Peace Offering - the 7
labours)
Michael Arrives early to case the joint and set up a few
surprises for any NeuX2's who might want to interrupt
Sweetpoly's tea party. Finding the perimeter to be secure he
crosses the field to the front of the house and steps onto
Poly's patented aqua regia Mischevious Malice Dissolver.
Once cleared by the MMD he crosses the threshold into a
remarkably well executed simulation of the Great Gatsby
(avec Leather).
"Greetings, Poly", he says as he hands her the ubiquitous
tray of Rice Crispy Treats.
"I can trust you to respect my non-agression rules while
you're here?", Poly says while putting the finishing touches
on a tray of delighful looking cucumber sandwiches.
"Of course Poly. Got any Kung Pao chicken?"
"In the fridge, next to the grape leaves."
***
> The almost-forgotten-but-oh-so-familiar split in consciousness catches him
off
> guard and, for a brief lifetime, mpa experiences each of his moments in every
> of the worlds at once. As the infinite fades and he's left with just the
> active threads to focus on, another chuckle escapes.
>
> "You taught me too well, old man. Is this me or am I a dream you had, sitting
> on a back porch outside of San Francisco in 1969, guts raw from peyote and
> mind freed of war and peace, stretched out over grinning fields far from the
> GreenFields."
Did I ever to tell you you are the spittin' image of someone
I roomed with in the Haight in 1969?
> As the echoes of pasts and futures coalesce into just the few NOWs, it
doesn't
> escape the Caped One's notice that he's a little bit older and a little bit
> greyer than his old mentor was when the mantle of apprenticeship was first
> laid on him in the belly of that BeastMachine.
>
> ****************************************************************
>
> Distilled to its essence, this is our creed:
>
> The collection, organization, storage, analysis,
> and dissemination of information is the most fundamental,
> the most important, and the most sacred of vocations. It is in
> these endeavors that we can best serve ourselves, our families,
> our fellow man, and our God.
>
> Our tools encompass (but are not limited to) art, craft,
> science, engineering, and politics.
>
> Whether Librarian, Records Manager, Archivist, Programmer,
> Poet, Scientist, or person of any calling, it must be
> understood that effectiveness and good can only be achieved
> through respect for, preservation of, and reflection upon
> accurate information.
>
> ****************************************************************
Yeah. That's the dogma alright. I would advise the kiddies
that, if they wanted to grow up to be a real hacker they
should major in electrical engineering with a minor in
Library and Informational Science (or whatever they call it
these days). It helps to be brilliant. I know some elite and
they are all brilliant. Bright bulbs. You never know though
where their spirit lies...where the details are that the
devil is in. Some have a taste for ancient Greek, or
analogue tech, or music, or painting, or free solo climbing.
> "Michael, processing of Priority One pattern contact is completed. Identity
is
> confirmed as one of Johnny Fusion's primary aliases. Would you like me to
> read from the biographical sketch I've assembled?"
Haven't talked with Johnny in...what? five, six years. Time
flies. I'm around, and Sweet Poly of course, and Nesta, too.
I need to ping Gene. It's been awhile.
The alcove library is littered with scraps of paper and
opened drawers. "I know I saw it here a few years ago",
Sourcerer mutters to himself as he rifles the pages of
another book, then tosses it onto the floor.
There was no longer any reason to maintain the weapons
systems of the Rancho. Maintenance was a problem and the
last time there was a 'problem', the MetaMetaphorMachine
nearly destroyed the Rancho. Standby Mode was always iffy,
anyway.
But Sourcerer wanted to keep part of it...
"Does anyone know where the schematics are for that
deflector reflector mirror thingy?"
--
(__) Sourcerer
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