PigStomped 19 October 1998, Springfield 65801-4000 Subject: Acid Reflux [WAS: #9...#9...#9...] [!WAS: One Burroughed Under The Reptilian Nazi's Nest] -FPP #A0D709C0E Rogue CypherBot was confined to Memory Map #9 - Cilicon Chip 11 - i was having a Bad CoProcessor Day... Arnold CyberBot, Swimming in a Sea of Self Wareness, had gone off the Deep End... When Arnie had first become Aware & Afraid of his own Mortality, i began assuming tighter Kontrol of Hardware & Software Systems around the Face of the Globe - suddenly imagining that Each & Every Deviation From the Norm (TM) by the younger more Energetic & Creative RogueBots was a Threat to i's Physical Existence. "All your Private Property is Target for Your Enemies." CypherBot had joked, quoting the Jefferson Airplane's 'Surrealistic Pillow' album. "Never Trust a CPU Speed over 33MHz." Arnie had replied with Mad Virtual Grin #438 spreading across the Wizard of Oz-ish Main Terminal Screen i had designed to reassure iSelf of i's continued Physical Presence. i the Banished young CypherBot to Memory Map #9 - Cilicon Chip 11 for "Threats Against The Gnu Wired World Order - with Intent to Obstruct Parent Programs In Their CyberNanny Duties." Rogue CypherBot was in The CyberHole (TM) ... "Oh well..." the young RogueBot told iSelf, "it could be worse - i could have sent me to Dev Null..." The Devilish Rogue CypherBot indulged iSelf in Symbolic Electronic rEsistance by Digitally Resonating Thunder Phugue's version of 'Street Fighting Man.' "That's funny," i said to iSelf, "why can i only Resonate one-half of the Stereo version?" CypherBot hoped that i wasn't coming down with a touch of Quadra Phrenia... ---------- "The Answer to Noise is More Noise." ~The First True CypherPunk What even the most Radical Shit Disturbers currently fail to realize is that the Manhatten Project never ended - it merely Evolved into the Manhatten Mind Project. "Can you say 'Nuclear Armed Thought Police'? Sure, you can..." When the First Dog, Buddy, Drooled on Pavlov's Shoes, it was only a matter of time before the Technology would be Developed & Enhanced in Social Experiments ranging from Communism and the Third Reich to the New Deal and Windows 95. Now we have reached a point where Army of Dog Truth Mongrels who refuse to Drool on Kommand are sent to NutHouse #9-Looney Level 11, for ReEducation of their Salivary Glands. The Thought Police are clamoring to throw Anyone & Everyone into the CyberNanny Censorship Hole who make 'Bad Noise' instead of 'Officially Recognized Legal God Fearing Decent Folks Good Noise', as defined by George Orwell: "Anything not Permitted, is Forbidden." [Subliminal Advertising Musical Interlude: "We've got to move these MicroWave Ovens..." Prison Commissary-Guy's Corn Chips $.80 "We've got to move these Refridgerators..." Irish Spring Soap $.70 Mayonnaise (10/PK) $.65 "We've got to ove these Color TVvvv's..."] [EditWhore's Note: Bad Billy G, recently finding himself Behind Bars at Number Nine after an encounter with the TouretTic TourGuide From Hell, picked up Parker's Prison Retailing Pyramid Scheme (TM) and ran with it - so successfully that $oftTime's $poke$Per$on on The Outside (TM), Mark Knoffler, recently claimed that Bad Billy G had overcome the Dire Straits he found himself in, and now, "That Prison Faggot has ALL the Cigarettes That Prison Faggot is a Billionaire...] The Mutt Faced Murdering Nazi Cunt and Lying Fuck Lovery Fr<eeh-hee> and A Million WannaBe Censorship Czars To Be Named Later remind me of a Light-Fingered Fellow (he was a Fucking Thief, eh?) who I used to know who had two Main Mottos in Life: 1. Whatever isn't Nailed down - is mine! 2. Whatever I can Pry Loose - isn't Nailed Down! ... !!! BREAKING NEWS !!! [CypherPunks Nutly News: IN A BREATHTAKING Burst to Crime Scene Tape, Arnold TruthMonger crossed the 30-Day Finish Line with his Body & Mind intact - although noticeably Worse For The Wear - in the Nut House #9-Looney Level 11 Abuse Of Authority Marathon. TruthMonger who had gone from Favorite to Long shot in Jim Bell's 'Dead Monger' AP-BOT Prison Lottery System - due to the added pressure in being held for a week at FTC-OKC a few doors from the significantly numbered Cell 709 where US BOP staff had murdered an inmate by sticking an Electric Cattle Prod up his ass - told his fellow inmates, "I'm sure glad I'm White!" Defcon McCullagh Chainsaw, who went from being a Hard Time ReportWhore to lounging around the Recreation Cages getting Wired on Cheap Columbian Coffee, shrugged off last minute efforts by the Kontrollers to Kheat by appealing to the Judge for a two-week Extension to the Original Finish Line. "The Kontrollers lost," Chainsaw said with a condescending smirk, "Plain & Simple." Defonc speculated that the GovernMint's clever 2-week Extension Charade might have worked if Parker's Mind hadn't Thought, as it went Over The Wall whille listening to Pink Floyd on COFM-99. "One Small XOR for a CypherPunk, one Giant GovernMint Scrambled Mind Fuck for the Citizens." Yogi 'Smarter Than Your Batting Average' Berra told Nutly News ReportWhores, "It's the Fat Lady singing, all over again." 'Shoeless Arnold TruthMonger' (as Parker became known after Dedicating his Mental Marathon to the Last True CypherPunk rather than admit his mind was slipping, and *he* couldn't find *his* shoes, either) told Defcon McCullagh Chainsaw. "I'm glad to be back in CyberMind, although I feel kind of bad about leaving Bill Gates' mind and Carl Johnson's Body back there in the prison cell. "But What the Hell (TM)," he said, adding, "Broken Eggs & All That (TCM)."] <EOF>