Re: The START of a Story!!

[Bob La Londe <none@none.com99>]

On 11/15/2022 2:11 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
> On 11/14/2022 3:28 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
>> On 11/3/2022 1:10 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
>>> On 11/1/2022 1:36 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
>>>> On 10/31/2022 4:00 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
>>>>> On 10/30/2022 4:21 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
>>>>>> On 10/30/2022 3:26 PM, ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>> On 10/30/2022 2:35 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
>>>>>>>> On 10/30/2022 6:26 AM, ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>> On 10/29/2022 11:08 PM, Jim Davis wrote:
>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, October 29, 2022 at 1:47:01 PM UTC-4, Bob La
>>>>>>>>>> Londe wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/29/2022 9:18 AM, ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/27/2022 2:06 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/26/2022 7:42 PM, ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/26/2022 8:09 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/26/2022 4:49 PM, ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/25/2022 5:04 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/25/2022 11:33 AM, Jim Davis wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Monday, October 24, 2022 at 10:46:45 PM UTC-4,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/24/2022 8:51 PM, Jim Davis wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Monday, October 24, 2022 at 2:32:54 PM UTC-4, Bob
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> La Londe
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/24/2022 8:24 AM, Jim Davis wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Monday, October 24, 2022 at 7:46:20 AM UTC-4,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/21/2022 4:35 PM, Bob La Londe wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/20/2022 8:01 PM, ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/20/2022 9:26 PM, Jim Davis wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Thursday, October 20, 2022 at 5:39:44 PM
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> UTC-4, Bob La
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Londe wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/19/2022 3:55 PM, ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/19/2022 3:15 PM, Jim Davis wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Wednesday, October 19, 2022 at 12:58:40
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> PM UTC-4,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> RTS wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/18/2022 9:08 PM, ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/18/2022 9:15 PM, Jim Davis wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Tuesday, October 18, 2022 at 8:27:54
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> PM UTC-4,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Bob La Londe
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/18/2022 12:06 PM, Jim Davis wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Tuesday, October 18, 2022 at
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 11:19:12 AM
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> UTC-4, Bob La Londe
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/18/2022 5:27 AM, ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/17/2022 10:54 PM, Jim Davis
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Monday, October 17, 2022 at
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 10:29:49 PM
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> UTC-4, Jim Davis
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Monday, October 17, 2022 at
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 3:28:15 PM
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> UTC-4, Bob La
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Londe
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/17/2022 11:45 AM, ABLE1 wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On 10/17/2022 11:34 AM, RTS wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In a land far far away there
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> was a an
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> outhouse on a
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> hill.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Ooh, "well", we know this is
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> not going
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> to end "well",
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (on a hill)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The outhouse on a hill made
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> of cardboard
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and John
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> had to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> go,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> but
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ... it began to rain large
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> drops of fiery...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After that last stop at "Taco
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Bell", John
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> knew what he
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> had to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> do,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Rain
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> or not....
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In a land far far away there was
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> a an
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> outhouse on a hill.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Ooh, "well", we know this is not
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> going to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> end "well",
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (on a hill)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The outhouse on a hill made of
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cardboard
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and John had
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> to go,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> but ... it began to rain large
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> drops of
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> fiery...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After that last stop at "Taco
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Bell", John
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> knew what he
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> had to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> do, Rain
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> or not....
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He had to go the the outhouse on
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the hill
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and relieve
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> all the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> built up
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> pressure..... before the wet
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cardboard
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> walls would .....
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ..collapse revealing the brick
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> shit house
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cloaked within.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> --
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Bob La Londe
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> CNC Molds N Stuff
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> --
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This email has been checked for
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> viruses by
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> AVG antivirus
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> software.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> www.avg.com
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which the local wolf (who had
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> huffed and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> puffed and blown
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> down the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> neighbors straw and wood shit
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> houses down)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> now tried to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "huff
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> puff and blow the brick shit house
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> down, But,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As the wolf inhaled to take a deep
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> breath, he
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> got a wiff of
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the wind
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> coming from the shit house and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In a land far far away there was a
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> an outhouse
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> on a hill.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Ooh, "well", we know this is not
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> going to end
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "well",
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (on a hill)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The outhouse on a hill made of
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cardboard and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> John had to go,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> but ... it began to rain large drops
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> of fiery...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After that last stop at "Taco Bell",
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> John knew
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> what he had
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> to do,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Rain
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> or not....
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He had to go the the outhouse on the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> hill and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> relieve all the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> built up
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> pressure..... before the wet
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cardboard walls
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> would .....
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ..collapse revealing the brick shit
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> house
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cloaked within.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which the local wolf (who had huffed
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and puffed
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and blown
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> down the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> neighbors straw and wood shit houses
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> down) now
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> tried to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "huff and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> puff
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and blow the brick shit house down,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> But, As the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wolf
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> inhaled to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> take a
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> deep breath, he got a wiff of the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wind coming
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from the shit
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> house and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He fell over and rolled down to the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> bottom of
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the hill and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> hit a
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> rock.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which caused..........
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ...him to wake up on Mars staring
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> straight up
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> into the eyes
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> of...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the recently deceased, Jeffery Epstein
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> who
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> promptly chloroformed
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> him.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> When he awoke, he found himself bound,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> gagged and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> in the form
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> of a
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> nakedhuman female body and was about
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> to be
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> handed over to Hillary Clinton for
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> disposal.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> But just as she was about to toss
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Wolferina into
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> her secret
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> secure
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> room with the hidden computers containing
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> classified government
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> info,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Bill grabbed Woferina and brought her to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the Oval
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Office at 3
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> AM in
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the morning through a secret door he had
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> installed
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> when he was in
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> office. There he offered her a Billy
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Beer he had
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> saved from the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Carter
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> days and a big fat cigar.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It was at that point when the cigar was
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> about to be
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> lit, he woke
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> up and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> that he realized this was all a political
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> nightmare.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Once the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> fog was
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cleared out of his brain he determined
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> that...........
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He would avoid those Taco Tuesdays at Taco
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Bell....
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> But still it did have a flavor for which to.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> make him be able to produce unbelievably
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> long and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> smelly farts which
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> iswhat originally attracted Hillary to him
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> during
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> their collage days
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> whenthey were both in the same men's sorority.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Shuddering at the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> memory, he
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> instantly packed up his cigars and headed
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> for ...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Taco Bell located in Accident, Maryland,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> to get.....
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ... the ledger.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> --
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Bob La Londe
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> CNC Molds N Stuff
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> --
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Once obtaining the ledger, he purchased a box
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> of cigars
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and headed
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> straight for Cape Kennedy where he knew Spacex
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> was
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> preparing to send
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> a capsule to Mars and one of the crew was
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> female. He knew
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> he would be
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> able to convince them to let him join the crew
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> besides, this was
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the only opportunity he would ever have to get
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> away from
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ......
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> all those that treat him a doofus!! This was
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> going to be
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> his only
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> chance to.........
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Wake up. BAM! WAKE UP! BAM! WAKE UP! BAM! "I'm
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> awake," he
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> thought
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> as he (BAM!) came back to consciousness. BAM!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Suddenly he
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> realized
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (BAM!) it was still 1990, and (BAM!) there were
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> AT&T
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> corporate police
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (BAM!) busting down his door. "Hmm (BAM!) maybe
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> spending
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> all night
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (BAM!) trying to crack AT&T System 4 (BAM!)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wasn't such a
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> good idea."
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (BAM!)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> End of Story!!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> End of the "Dream" story that is, All that BANGING
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> had
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> awakened him and now he had to deal with reality.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Someone was
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> banging on the door. He jumped out of bed, put on
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> his robe,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> grabbed a cigar, ran to the door and when he
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> opened it,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> standing there was . . . . . . .
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> .. was his trusty steed. An old shovel head with
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> drag pipes.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Not the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> most inconspicuous escape vehicle but fast enough
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and decent
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> in the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> turns with its sticky sport bike tires. He grabbed
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> his saddlebags
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> preloaded with VHS tapes, compact VCR, and acoustic
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> modem as
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> he headed
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> out the door to ...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> get in his getaway vehicle. He was however,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wondering how the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> hell did his vehicle knock at the door?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> But ---- O well,
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He was now on a quest to bring his VHS technology to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> sell it to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Elon Musk for use in Tesla automobiles, Little did
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> he know that
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Elon didn't vote for him and also he hated him for
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> what he did
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> to his cousin Monica.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Consequently, as he pulled up to the gate at the Tesla
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> headquarters - - -
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He realized that he forgot to bring along his
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> security ID. As he
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> approached the gate he decided it would be best to go
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> back and get
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> it. So it did a quick 180!! And as luck would have
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> it......
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> There was a demonstration occurring outside the gate
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> by southern
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> border immigrants who were protesting against not
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> being employed
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> at the Tesla factory at high wage levels that would
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> compensate
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> them for being immigrants. They pulled him out of his
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> car and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> began crowd surfing him from one side of the crowd to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the other
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> until finally
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ... he spotted a drop box for Epic Video rentals.  What
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> better
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> place to quickly hide...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That is when he then realized he must be in Arizona.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> But, he
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> thinks, if I am in Arizona, then that must mean
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> that.........
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Danger Mouse was happy to have just watched the Cowboys
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> beat the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Bills 52-17, but he was tiring of the after game wrap up
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> pundits
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> flapping their jaws so he popped in a video he'd picked
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> up from Epic
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Video earlier in the day.  He was pissed when he realized
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the tape
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> just played noise... "Wait a minute.  That kinda sounds
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> like an old
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> acoustic modem."   He fast forwarded.  There was hours of
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> it.  "I
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> wonder..." he thought. He kept blipping ahead until near
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the end of
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the tape he found a short video recording.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Hi, My name is John.  If you are seeing this video AT&T
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Corporate
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Police or the Secret Service probably got me.  Please
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> read the data
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> on this tape and share it with the world.  Its a simple
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 300 baud 8+1
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ASCII recorded using my acoustic modem.  Its a copy
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> of..." KZZZRKT
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> and then there was ordinary white noise to the end of the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> tape.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After watching the video he started to laugh and laugh and
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> laugh.......
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He could not stop.  The laugh was uncontrollable, tears
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> started to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> form in his eyes but the laughing could not be stopped!!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He decided
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> to try and think of sad moment but the laughing just
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> continued. It kept
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> up for hours and hours.  He tried to figure what he saw on
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the video
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> was so funny, but could not!!!  Then he tried to.......
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> ... stop this excruciating pain in his chest.  As he
>>>>>>>>>>>>> collapsed to the
>>>>>>>>>>>>> floor the last thought through his mind before all function
>>>>>>>>>>>>> ceased
>>>>>>>>>>>>> was, "I bet that guy was for real."
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Weeks later when somebody finally found his body surrounded
>>>>>>>>>>>>> by old
>>>>>>>>>>>>> pizza boxes and empty Jolt cola cans the local cop who got
>>>>>>>>>>>>> stuck with
>>>>>>>>>>>>> rotting corpse detail couldn't help but wonder why in the
>>>>>>>>>>>>> hell a
>>>>>>>>>>>>> secret service agent was poking around in his
>>>>>>>>>>>>> investigation, and "who
>>>>>>>>>>>>> the hell are those guys sitting out in the AT&T van?"
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>> It was finally decided by the local cop that there were more
>>>>>>>>>>>> important
>>>>>>>>>>>> things to do.  So he closed the file and placed it in the
>>>>>>>>>>>> archives bin.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>> End of The Story!!
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> For Danger Mouse it certainly was. With a lazy cop putting
>>>>>>>>>>> away a case
>>>>>>>>>>> with obvious headache factors it resulted in a closed file
>>>>>>>>>>> for a "death
>>>>>>>>>>> by natural causes." The corner didn't even give it a second
>>>>>>>>>>> look. Not
>>>>>>>>>>> only did he not find the chemical remnants of Digitalis he
>>>>>>>>>>> never even
>>>>>>>>>>> looked. Of course if he hadn't been in a big rush to get off
>>>>>>>>>>> to lunch
>>>>>>>>>>> he might have noticed the small pin prick on the neck of his
>>>>>>>>>>> patient.
>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> ... is it truly over? What was the big deal about System 4?
>>>>>>>>>>> What was
>>>>>>>>>>> on the tape? Who killed Danger Mouse? Where is the tape? What
>>>>>>>>>>> about
>>>>>>>>>>> the other tapes John had? WHERE IS JOHN?
>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> ... maybe we will never know, and maybe somebody else will
>>>>>>>>>>> pick up the
>>>>>>>>>>> trail. Stay tuned until next week at the same Bat Time on the
>>>>>>>>>>> same Bat
>>>>>>>>>>> Station.
>>>>>>>>>>> --
>>>>>>>>>>> This email has been checked for viruses by AVG antivirus
>>>>>>>>>>> software.
>>>>>>>>>>> www.avg.com
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>> In spite of the fact that the local police dropped the ball in
>>>>>>>>>> the investigation of this event, as the secret service took
>>>>>>>>>> over the investigation, they came across the video tape in the
>>>>>>>>>> VHS player that the local police had missed, Even though the
>>>>>>>>>> machine was off, they saw that the recorder was set to
>>>>>>>>>> continuous play. Sending the tape to the lab for examination
>>>>>>>>>> it showed nothing but a screen with hish-hash and audio
>>>>>>>>>> static. It was puzzling - - - - why would someone put a tape
>>>>>>>>>> with nothing on it in a VCR and have it play continuously?
>>>>>>>>>> After weeks of testing, someone had the idea to play the tape
>>>>>>>>>> backwards and much to their surprise it was a video of a SUV
>>>>>>>>>> riding down a street in Paris with the Eiffel Tower in the
>>>>>>>>>> background. As the SUV came past the camera, it picked up
>>>>>>>>>> speed and as it ran into the Glass Pyramid of the Louve, it
>>>>>>>>>> exploded into a great ball of fire completely destroying the
>>>>>>>>>> dome.. Unnoticed by the investigators, off to the side of the
>>>>>>>>>> video picture, a lone figure dressed in black was standing off
>>>>>>>>>> to the side watching the whole event while talking on a cell
>>>>>>>>>> phone (which unknown to them was a AT&T cellphone). . He
>>>>>>>>>> slowly turned and walked towards and entered a awaiting
>>>>>>>>>> Bentley limousine which headed in the direction of
>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>> the Pont du Carrousel bridge across the Seine River.  The Secret
>>>>>>>>> Service then pulled up a map of Paris and notice that this was in
>>>>>>>>> the direction of the Latin Quarter.  They also realized that this
>>>>>>>>> was the one time that Castro was on vacation in Paris and was
>>>>>>>>> staying in a hotel in the Latin Quarter.  The hotel was one of
>>>>>>>>> the best, the Les Rives de Notre-Dame.  They then contacted
>>>>>>>>> Interpol and inquired about cameras that would be located near
>>>>>>>>> the hotel.  They then got access and found a camera located
>>>>>>>>> at the alley next to the Les Rives de Notre-Dame Hotel.
>>>>>>>>> They found the approximate time stamp and observed the same
>>>>>>>>> Bentley limousine pulling in at the main entrance.  The man
>>>>>>>>> observed at the Louvre got out of the car but due to the poor
>>>>>>>>> lighting from the IR on the camera is was not possible to make out
>>>>>>>>> a face.  However, it did walk with a noticeable limp.  He was meet
>>>>>>>>> at the door by what appeared to be a rather large male also
>>>>>>>>> wearing dark
>>>>>>>>> clothing.  The two entered the building.  The Secret Service
>>>>>>>>> officers
>>>>>>>>> then looked at the Bentley and tried to view the license plate
>>>>>>>>> number. But again the lighting was very poor. All the could
>>>>>>>>> determine was that
>>>>>>>>> it was a custom plate not the standard issue.  As best they
>>>>>>>>> could guess
>>>>>>>>> the first letter was a "V" and the last letter "D".  With all the
>>>>>>>>> magic technology they had they could not get it any clearer.  They
>>>>>>>>> were totally frustrated.  What to do, what to do...............
>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> Slowly as if a fog was lifting from his brain Agent Bean had an
>>>>>>>> odd thought, "What manner of VooDoo or witchcraft is this?  VHS
>>>>>>>> is analog. How would playing it backward show any different than
>>>>>>>> a reverse of playing it forward."Â  It was like falling in a
>>>>>>>> dream or dreaming about a fight were the reality is so intense
>>>>>>>> you physically strike out.  He snapped awake and thought, "I
>>>>>>>> really should review that tape."
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> Then after a having a very good supper and getting a peaceful nap he
>>>>>>> awoke and realized that the VHS cassette tape had be placed in the
>>>>>>> special recorder that the NSA had developed reversed the input
>>>>>>> feed of
>>>>>>> the sensors.  This would conceal the video playback in a standard
>>>>>>> player.  Now with this understanding review of the tape will be
>>>>>>> easier
>>>>>>> to follow.  The other thing he found out after reading the NSA
>>>>>>> doc's was
>>>>>>> that 101 frames of the video was a still frame full of important
>>>>>>> documentation.  The NSA playback machine had a fingerprint reader
>>>>>>> sensor
>>>>>>> that would put into a 101 frame play.  He found out that his fingers
>>>>>>> were not authorized.  Now he had to call..........
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>> With the unit playing in the background his ten your old son
>>>>>> walked in, and asked, "Why are you listening to a recording of an
>>>>>> old acoustic modem dad?  Play it back through an acoustic modem
>>>>>> and read it off with a terminal program.  You over think
>>>>>> everything. Guys used to use VHS and an acoustic modem to record
>>>>>> large batches of data before drives started to get somewhat
>>>>>> affordable."
>>>>>>
>>>>>> "Huh?"
>>>>>>
>>>>>> "I thought you were smart dad. Geez.  I bet even mom would have
>>>>>> figured that out already.  If you can't figure it out I know some
>>>>>> old retired guys from the Legion of Doom who do computer tutoring
>>>>>> down at the senior center on weekends as part of their community
>>>>>> service.  I bet any one of those guys could read that data for
>>>>>> you. Heck I bet they still have their old acoustic modems in a box
>>>>>> somewhere."
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> "Um, Bennie, do you know who the Legion of Doom are?"
>>>>>
>>>>> "Yes, dad.  They are a bunch of "mostly" white hat hackers that you
>>>>> and your chronies persecuted during "The Great Hacker Crackdown."
>>>>> I'm telling you they are good guys.  Bit Trapper and Covenant are
>>>>> over at the senior center every Saturday teaching blue hairs how to
>>>>> send email. I bet they would be glad to help."
>>>>>
>>>>> "I can't take Secret Service business to a couple of criminals."
>>>>>
>>>>> "Dad, you guys never busted Bit Trapper, and Covenant is a good
>>>>> guy. So why haven't you already called your buddies over at Langley
>>>>> to look things over then.  They have that huge data recovery center
>>>>> with atleast one of every type of media storage and playback ever
>>>>> created along with some genius level hackers of their own."
>>>>>
>>>>> "well, I didn't know what it even was until two minutes ago when
>>>>> you told me, and there is something that doesn't feel quite right
>>>>> about all of this.  The investigation is "officially" closed, but
>>>>> there is something about it that just screams coverup.  I'm not
>>>>> even sure why the agency had me looking at it in the first place,
>>>>> and then they ordered me to close it as soon as that cop dead filed
>>>>> the death."
>>>>>
>>>>> "Who got killed dad?"
>>>>>
>>>>> "They ruled it natural causes.  Some nobody named Jerry Twelve."
>>>>>
>>>>> "BWHAHAHAHAHA!!!  Dad, that's Danger Mouse.  He's an old original
>>>>> founding member of the LOD."
>>>>>
>>>>> "Well he had a heart attack.  Its no wonder.  He was surrounded by
>>>>> junk food boxes and soda cans."
>>>>>
>>>>> "That doesn't sound right pop.  He had a reputation for being a
>>>>> health nut.  He was always preaching about it on the IRC chats when
>>>>> he wasn't on some crusade about exposing some government coverup or
>>>>> another."
>>>>>
>>>>> "REALLY?!?  Something definitely doesn't sound right then.  I have
>>>>> to think about this.  You can't talk to ANYBODY about this for now.
>>>>> Especially not those old hackers."
>>>>>
>>>>> "Well can I atleast ask one of those guys if they have an acoustic
>>>>> modem we can borrow.  Maybe whatever is on that tape is something
>>>>> you can read without being a computer nerd."
>>>>>
>>>>> "Okay, but if they start asking questions just say never mind and
>>>>> leave."
>>>>>
>>>>> "Alright, I'm headed over that way this afternoon to volunteer in
>>>>> the kitchen. If one of them is around I'll ask."
>>>>>
>>>>> ...
>>>>
>>>> "gahaaa gurgle gurgle," thought Bennie. "Learning to swim wasn't
>>>> that bad after I figured out how to get out of the bag," he mused as
>>>> he remembered the day his step dad, agent Bean, fished him out of
>>>> the river.  "I need to stay focused.  Find Bit Trapper and ask to
>>>> borrow a modem without arousing suspicion."  "Oh great.  There he is
>>>> reading that Passion Fruit Adventures garbage out loud to that
>>>> gaggle of old biddies in the library again.  Might as well get my
>>>> chores done in the kitchen first."
>>>>
>>>> "HEY!  Its Bennie the Bean!  Smartest kid in the creche," exclaimed
>>>> Covenant who was swiping a Jello(tm) cup out of the fridge.
>>>>
>>>> "You know I have no idea what that means right?"
>>>>
>>>> "You should read the book kid.  Its pretty awesome."
>>>>
>>>> "Yeah, maybe never."
>>>>
>>>> "So, what's up kid."
>>>>
>>>> As Bennie moved over to the sink and started running some water he
>>>> replied, "Not much just need to get on these dishes."
>>>>
>>>> "Nothing exciting happening?"
>>>>
>>>> "Nah! not really.  I'm playing with something.  I might have to go
>>>> hit up the 2nd hand stores to find an old acoustic modem for a
>>>> project I'm working on."
>>>>
>>>> "What's the project?"
>>>>
>>>> "I'd rather not say it might be stupid, but if it works it could be
>>>> kinda cool I guess.  Still I don't want to look stupid if it doesn't
>>>> work."
>>>>
>>>> "You know I have a PP9600 with compression I don't use anymore if
>>>> you just need a modem.  I mean I do still have my old 300 baud
>>>> manually switched in a box somewhere, but why use that when I have
>>>> something a LOT faster you could use instead?"
>>>>
>>>> "Its the acoustic part I need."
>>>>
>>>> "Really?" Covenant said as his eyes narrowed a bit, and then he
>>>> shrugged.  "whatever kid if you want you can stop by my place and
>>>> borrow mine later.  I'll be home most of the afternoon."
>>>>
>>>> "Cool that would be great.  Right now I need to finish these dishes.
>>>> thanks you," Bennie replied, but Covenant wasn't listening.  He was
>>>> already headed out the door with his purloined snack.
>>>
>>> Bennie and agent Bean spent several hours trying various
>>> configurations reading back the recording through the borrowed
>>> acoustic modem before they started scrolling what looked like
>>> reasonable data across their terminal screen and copying it to a text
>>> file. It felt more like a father son project as they worked through
>>> the night and into the predawn hours.  When they saw the last of the
>>> data cross the screen the sun wasn't up, but the sky was starting to
>>> lighten in the east.  A few seconds of white noise played, and then
>>> for the first time they heard John's plane recording.
>>>
>>> They looked at each other in astonishment and burst out laughing.
>>>
>>>
>>
>> A month later Agent Bean examined his carefully understated appearance
>> in the mirror before heading out for the day.  The service had him
>> busy chasing small counterfeiting reports not likely to be anything
>> significant.  Just bad photocopy jobs, corner clippers, and bill
>> splitters.  Stuff the service usually left to local law enforcement.
>> He wasn't aware of having flirted with a senior agent's girl friend or
>> stepping on anybody's toes, but ever since they told him to close the
>> "suicide" case he'd been assigned stacks of scutt work.  There was a
>> new pile of folders on his desk everyday.  One was marginally
>> interesting until he discovered it was just another photocopy
>> counterfeiter.  Only marginally interesting until he figured out a
>> local Postal Mail Stop and copy store had figure out how to defeat the
>> currency protection on their color Xerox machine.  The machine did
>> make good looking prints even if it was just on heavy linen paper
>> stationary.  One thing about getting all these garbage cases is he was
>> closing lots of cases and making lots of arrests.  These kinds of
>> counterfeiters don't tend to be very smart or plan very well.  Still
>> he wondered, "Why am I getting all these small nearly nothing cases.
>> Its not the sort of work we usually spend a lot of time on.  Its like
>> they are just trying to keep me busy for some reason. Its been a busy
>> month."
>>
>> "HEY DAD," Shouted Bennie from his bed room.  "Why can't you just turn
>> this over to the guys in your service."Â Â  "I'm not complaining about
>> this brand new state of the art 32bit Pentium computer, but I'm sure
>> you have guys who could sort all this stuff out in a few days."
>>
>> Agent Bean duck into his sons room and said, "You know in light of
>> that video message at the end of the tape I can't risk sharing it
>> until I know what it is in case somebody at the Secret Service is
>> involved in something questionable.  They have been giving me a lot of
>> busy work since they told me to close the case where I retrieved that
>> tape.  Have you found anything yet?"
>>
>> "Well, its clearly assembly language code for a Unix operating system.
>> It looks like some kind of control system for a multiplexer, but its
>> huge.  It seems to be designed to manage potentially millions of
>> simultaneous independent connection.  Parts of it looks like its
>> intended to talk to itself or copies of itself."
>>
>> "Yeah, Bennie.  You told me that in the first couple days.  Have you
>> learned anything else."
>>
>> "The first part of it is pretty easy.  It just what I said, but that's
>> only a small part of the code.  Most of it is dormant.  There are a
>> few keys that appear to be instructions to compile and execute more of
>> the code, but they don't make any sense.  Other parts look like its
>> intended to look back at itself from somewhere else on a network to
>> download code if certain conditions are met."
>>
>> "What do you mean."
>>
>> "Its almost like it was written to run on computers bigger, faster,
>> and with more storage than anything I know exists.  When I just read
>> sections of the dormant code that is executed by triggers it looks
>> like a worm intended to steal computing time from across millions of
>> computers on a network.  Parts of it looks like a simple self
>> replicating virus. At least a dozen different viruses that do the same
>> thing by different methods.  There may be more, but I haven't even
>> read all the code yet.  There are some things that seem to be about
>> voice recognition.  There is a lot here.  I don't really understand
>> most it it, but I have this weird thought."
>>
>> "What's your thought?"
>>
>> "Its silly.  There isn't enough computing power in the world to do all
>> of what I think this is for.  Some of it could work.  I wish you would
>> let me show it to Bit Trapper or Covenant."
>>
>> "I am keeping this secret from my own agency.  There is no way I want
>> you sharing it with known hackers.  So, what's your thought.  I'm open
>> to crazy ideas right now."
>>
>> "Well, I think its primarily some kind of voice communication
>> management system.  Like a big complex telephone switching system.
>> That part will easily run on modern computers.  Its the active part of
>> the program.  It has something that seems to be digitizing storing and
>> overwriting about 30-40 seconds of every connection in a buffer and
>> doing some sort of analog to digital conversion and comparing the
>> signal to a database.  On some match conditions it saves the buffer
>> and sends it off to an outside system.  Its like it monitors
>> conversations and if there is a keyword trigger it saves the recording
>> and sends the data somewhere."
>>
>> "Where does it send it?"
>>
>> "I'm not sure.  Its over some kind of distributed network like the
>> Internet, but this was written before the Internet was public.  It
>> almost has to be the military and university network that predated the
>> public Internet.  That means government, university, or maybe some big
>> company that had access to it."
>>
>> "AT&T," thought Agent Bean silently.  "That's why they had guys
>> sitting out on that site.  They thought this might be there."
>>
>> "That's not all dad.  I've seen pieces of this code.  Most viruses use
>> some of the same basic methods, but some I've seen use this exact
>> code. They were either written by the same people or this program is
>> wild on the Internet.  Replicating parts of itself, stealing processor
>> time, and checking systems big enough to download and run more of its
>> code. Mostly it looks like its looking for copies of itself on other
>> multiplexing platforms, but its also looking for anything else it can
>> run on."
>>
>> "What does all that mean? Bennie.  You are way over my head."
>>
>> "I think its intended to spy on every telephone conversation in the
>> world simultaneously, and its just looking for enough processing power
>> to do it."
>>
>> "So its not working yet."
>>
>> "No, I think it is working.  Right now it only runs most of its voice
>> analysis code on certain systems, but its looking for the power to
>> monitor everything."
>>
>> "What systems?"
>>
>> "Well, I think it runs on big long distance telephone switching
>> computers primarily.  Lots of local calls won't go through them, but
>> as systems computers upgrade this will look to see if there is room
>> and power to replicate itself.  That's crazy right?"
>>
>> "No Bennie.  Its not crazy.  Its deadly.  If its true its probably why
>> the mysterious John got the tape out, and may be why Danger Mouse died
>> of "natural causes."Â  It may be why my agency has had me chasing busy
>> work out of the office, and it may be why I saw..."
>>
>> "Saw what dad?"
>>
>> "I can't say," he replied as he thought about that mysterious guys who
>> just sat there in that AT&T service van when he had been on that
>> investigation a month ago.
>>
>> "Keep working on it.  Do not connect your computer to any network or
>> bulletin board.  If you want to message on the old BBSs just use your
>> old computer.  DO NOT TELL ANYBODY ABOUT ANY PART OF THIS.  Not
>> police. Not other agents.  Especially not your hacker friends.
>> NOTHING.  I need to think about this, and I need you to see if you can
>> confirm your theory.  TELL NOBODY.  I think people have been killed
>> over this."
>>
>> "What about Mom."
>>
>> "No not even Mom.  I think even knowing about this is dangerous.  If
>> nobody knows you know its better for your safety."
>>
>> "Well, I need to get to school."
>>
>>
>
> At Bit Trapper's apartment he and Covenant were looking over some source
> code.  Typical hacker evening.  Drinking Coca Cola, eating pizza, and
> trying to figure out something new and interesting.
>
> "So that's all I got.  What does it look like to you?"  Covenant said.
>
> "I don't know.  This part kinda looks like a fragment of the Mystery 7
> Virus, but this looks like its for porting code from one operating
> system to another.  That's all you got huh?"
>
> "Yeah, the kid showed up while I was setting up the flash memory hidden
> in the modem to store whatever he was doing.  I had to close it up
> before I was done installing all the memory.  I wasn't even sure it
> would work, " Covenant replied.  "What exactly is the Mystery Seven
> virus anyway?  Who wrote it?"
>
> "Nobody knows.  Its just seems to replicate it self to everything and
> sit there doing nothing.  Its got some embedded encrypted data, but its
> basically inert.  Once in a while it checks system memory, processor
> speed, and available drive storage then does nothing but replicate
> itself to the next storage media it finds. Its been around since the
> late 80s, but it doesn't seem to do anything except replicate."
>
> "So the kid was reading a system infected with it?"
>
> "No.  This is original source code.  Me and some other guys isolated it
> once, and decompiled it using Bubble Chamber.  This looks a lot like
> what we got, but cleaner.  Like this was the from the original author."
>
> "... and the bit about porting code?"
>
> "Just a simple translator.  It literally rearranges the syntax of
> assembly code from a key library so it can be compiled and executed on
> another system.  Before you brought it over here what did you think it
> was?"
>
> "Well there was a hacker named Johnny Appleseed who once said something
> about hacking the new AT&T systems back at the end of the 80s.  He
> posted some access information on that big server in France where
> everybody used to trade bank account numbers and credit card numbers. He
> claimed it was for AT&T telephone systems.  I think he called it AT&T
> System 4.  He said he was working on the next big thing in phreaking
> since the old ways were being shut down. What struck me in this part you
> call a fragment of Mystery Seven is it seems to use that same access
> information."
>
> "Did you ever try to use that access information directly?"
>
> "Nah, that was when the Secret Service had their big push to bust a
> bunch of hackers all over the country all at once.  I did talk to some
> guys in Switzerland who tried, but they said the access information was
> no longer valid."
>
> "Did you ask the kid what he was working on."
>
> "Yeah, he said he idea was a bust.  Nothing worked so he was going
> abandoning the project."
>
> "Did you believe him?"
>
> "No.  He seemed like he was not comfortable with what he was saying, but
> who can tell for sure about a kid."
>
> "How about this Johnny Appleseed guy?  Can we reach out and see if he is
> still around?"
>
> "I can try, but I don't recall ever seeing anything from him on any of
> the boards or servers after that.  He just vanished.  Before that he was
> always trading crackz and serialz.  I think he also ran a board called
> Dragon's Bane or something like that.  I never really took him
> seriously.  Seemed more like a parrot repeating what he heard or an
> information trader than a real hacker.  Hey, you said Mystery Seven had
> some embedded encrypted data.  Can you crack it?"
>
> "That part isn't in this code fragment, but we tried with the decompiled
> version we had.  At least as good as PGP.  Some kind of fractal key at
> best.  I can ask around and see if anybody worked it out, but we never
> did."
>
> "Okay well that was fun... now how about dropping in one of those cult
> classic videos you rented from Epic Video?"
>
>
>

"Director Magaw. We had another transmit trigger on one of those tapes,"
exclaimed Special Agnet Pussard as he burst into the director's office.


"Close the door Buford and sit down. Did you get a location?"

"It looks like the battery was about dead.  It didn't transmit long
enough to nail down the exact location but we have the neighborhood. I
already looked to see if there were any likelies.  Guess who lives there."

"Agent Rowan Bean."

"How did you guess sir?"

"We never recovered the tape from the last site, and we already checked
to make sure local PD didn't have it.  Our best guess was AT&T corporate
got it or Agent Bean didn't log it in for some reason."

"Clearance protocol sir?"

"No.  We have to confirm he has, find out if he knows what is is, and
then we still can't just assassinate one of our own.  Besides he has a
wife and kid.  Its not like he's some antisocial hacker nobody will
miss.  Besides, you don't know for sure he has it."




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