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I'm thinking the cops aren't who we thought they are OR that this girls employers are who put the cops on Howells trail.
Monday, August 15. 2005Howell Clarke
Night_Watcher[15:03]: Yeah, I think 1500 gallons should be enough. For now at least. We won't need as much as normal people, since we'll be basically inactive.
Cave_Man[15:03]: Then we're nearly ready. Electricity, water, sewer and garbage are taken care of. We have food storage facilities, but we're only halfway there as far as food goes. Night_Watcher[15:04]: Ok. I'll lean on Lovely_Lips. We're what, about $75,000 short on fundraising? I'll bug her about it. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:04]: Hey, long time no see. Cave_Man[15:04]: Yeah, that sounds right. Night_Watcher[15:04]: Why aren't you in school? Cave_Man[15:05]: See you later. Night_Watcher[15:05]: Tonight. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:05]: You're just like my mom. Night_Watcher[15:06]: I hope your mom doesn't look like me :) Fair_Weather_Friend[15:06]: Shut up.
Night_Watcher[15:07]: Fine, I won't tell you what happened to me this morning. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:07]: No, tell me. I'm curious. Night_Watcher[15:07]: Curiosity killed the cat. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:07]: That's OK. I don't like cats. Night_Watcher[15:08]: Are you ever going to start going back in regularly? Fair_Weather_Friend[15:08]: OH MY GOSH! YOU HAVEN'T BEEN CHECKING YOUR LOGS! LOL What's he talking about. He doesn't have an entry here for the last, like, three or four weeks. Hold on. Does this mean what I think it means? It does! I don't have an entry for today. Night_Watcher[15:10]: When was the last time you saw the girl? Fair_Weather_Friend[15:10]: Why do you ask? Night_Watcher[15:10]: Quit playing games. When was the last time you saw her? Fair_Weather_Friend[15:11]: I haven't seen her since that one night I saw her in the theater. Night_Watcher[15:11]: I'm serious. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:11]: So am I. I haven't seen her. But I do see her tracks a lot. I think she's stalking me. Every time I go into a level, she's there, and if I double back, I usually find her tracks. I've never been able to catch her though. Night_Watcher[15:12]:Weird. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:12]: Yeah. It's like she's stalking me. Night_Watcher[15:12]: Wish I had a stalker that looked like that. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:13]: I thought you had a girlfriend. Night_Watcher[15:13]: No you didn't. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:14]: You're right. But you said you did. Night_Watcher[15:14]: I do. But that girl . . . holy cow. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:14]: Yeah. Sooo? Night_Watcher[15:14]: So what? Fair_Weather_Friend[15:15]: You were going to tell me about what happened to you this morning. Night_Watcher[15:15]: Oh yeah. Night_Watcher[15:15]: I was in the new desert environment that you uploaded the other day. Good environment, by the way. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:16]: Thanks. Get on with the story. Night_Watcher[15:16]: Fine. Night_Watcher[15:17]: I was leading my assault team against that big fortress thing on the west side, right? So I was crawling around in the boulder field over there, and all of a sudden, somebody stepped on my rifle barrel. Almost at the same time, she kind of kicked/lifted me in the shoulder with her foot so that I was laying flat on my back. Then she put one foot on my throat and wedged her foot so that I couldn't open my mouth, and pointed a pistol at my head. I know, this doesn't sound very impressive, but seriously, all of this happened in about half a second. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:17]: It was the girl, wasn't it? Night_Watcher[15:18]: Yeah. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:19]: Don't worry about it, man. She kicked my butt, too. Night_Watcher[15:19]: Hold on! I'm not finished yet. Fair_Weather_Friend[15:19]: Ok. Night_Watcher[15:21]: So, I'm laying there, and she calmly turns and shoots every one of the bots in my squad. Then, she turns back to me, and says, "I'm going to take my foot off of your throat. When I do, we're going to sit down, and discuss something like civilized adults. Do you understand me?" I couldn't speak, and couldn't really nod my head, so I blinked as frantically as I could, and she seemed to understand. Night_Watcher[15:22]: Then she says, "Now, if you try anything, I'll blow your balls off. It won't be fatal at first, so your program won't kick you out, but trust me, it will hurt. Any questions?" Again, I blinked hard. I think she understood, 'cause she let me up. I sat there rubbing my throat, and admiring her while she sat down. She looks good! She's not as exaggerated as some of the models you've made; she's closer to reality, but she still looks good. Night_Watcher[15:25]: So then she starts talking. And she's talking fast. Every time I try to say something, she holds her hand up to stop me, and she's constantly looking around, like she's watching for something. She said something like "My employer has decided that you need watching. He's told me that I am supposed to keep you under constant surveillance, and report all of your activities back to him. He especially wants to know about it every time you enter one of these environments, and he wants a full report of your online activities. I don't want to tell him anything. I don't want to tell him everything that's going on here, so you do me a favor. You keep a low profile online. Stop talking to that Cave_Man guy and Lovely_Lips. What's the deal with her nickname, anyway? She's lucky if she's been kissed twice in the last twenty years. Anyway, you keep your head down, and I'll keep my mouth shut, Ok? If you don't, though, I'll have to report on you, 'cause it will look weird if I don't. You got me?" Night_Watcher[15:26]: I was pretty shocked by that whole thing. I didn't know what to say. So I asked, "Why are you doing this?" Her answer was pretty cryptic. She said, "We all have things to hide, Night_Watcher. I help you hide, you help me hide." Trackbacks
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I'm thinking the cops aren't who we thought they are OR that this girls employers are who put the cops on Howells trail.
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still sounding kind of like Logans' Run.
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