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From: [email protected] (S.P. Brown)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: St. Poly's Infirmary (Was: Re: What the hell is a Cyberpunk?)
Date: 2 Sep 1995 21:36:15 -0400
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Message-ID: <[email protected]>
References: <[email protected]>
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In article <[email protected]>, Sourcerer writes:
>In article <[email protected]>,
> [email protected] (S.P. Brown) wrote:
>
>(the sad tale of his emergency evac from the lawn)
>
>A figure appears out of the shadows, dressed in robe and pajama's. He has
>the look of a long-time resident. It's Sourcerer, who's been watching
>eyebrown for a few minutes as he points and gesticulates at something on
>the empty lawn, and has a conversation with a hallucinated Omar.
>
>Sourcerer's concern for a fellow human being in distress is activated when
>eyebrown begins muttering about Gibson's email address, and he is moved to
>action...
>
>Seating himself at the table by the window across from the dazed eyebrown,
>he says with an expression full of kind concern, "Feeling a bit
>bewildered, old friend?"
>Eyebrown nods lazily, pleased that someone has noticed him.
"Glymph" says eyebrown, then pulls the joint out of his mouth. "How'd you
get here? You were over there?
>"Yeah, I understand," and Sourcerer pats eyebrown's hand and slowly nods
>his head in commiseration. "But there's nothing to be done about it, but
>to see it through, and I'm here for you, old pal."
Eyebown puts his head in his hands. Everything seems much too vital, too
striated. He massages his temples as the lit end of the joint in his hand
starts a small fire in his hair.
>"But the days are long and there's not much to do...", Sourcerer rifles a
>deck of cards and taps them on the table.
>
>"Gin?", he queries. "Let's make it interesting..."
"Thanks. With tonic, please. Say, I just noticed you've got a deck of
cards there. Wanna build something?" Eyebrown collapses into snorting
giggles as Sourcerer looks on with a patient, barely amused upward bend of
the right corner of his mouth.
"Sorry, man. Gotta maintain. Been a long time." Eyebrown sits up
straight in his chair and adopts a stern expression. "Deal 'em or don't"
eyebrown
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