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From: kissingm@stripe.Colorado.EDU (SweetPoly)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: St. Poly's Infirmary (Was: Re: What the hell is a Cyberpunk?)
Date: 6 Sep 1995 22:44:03 GMT
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In article <42isfp$n8h@reuter.cse.ogi.edu>,
Lisa Walton wrote:
>Lisa reaches blindly for her two-fingers of "sedative", amazed that
>she has had such an exciting afternoon (she was hallucinating that she
>was actually working on a paper and preparing presentation notes, and
>is sooo relieved to discover otherwise...)

I'll bet. @;)


>"That's okay. They're having fun and " (never interrupt a man
>exercising his talent she injects mentally) "I'd rather play cards
>anyway. Shall we take Gene at...uh...challenge Gene to some Euchre?"
>Peering around into the growing gloom, she mutters "Damn I'm
>thirsty.."
>
> "What happened to those drinks?" said Lisa.
>
> "Poly's been preoccupied, and her daemons tend to stop paying
> attention at times like these. They'll be along." Eyebrown and Lisa
> watched Nightfly shoot. On the next break, the balls formed
> themselves into a vertical pyramid, then filpped off into the pockets
> in sequence, counterclockwise.
>
>"Sayyy, he's awfully good with that thang, ain't he?" she says,
>drumming scarlett nails on the tabletop. "Sorry Poly's missing all the
>entertainment. Its a whomping great party..."

The sounds of a "whomping great" party drift into the upstairs
room where Poly sits, her chin cupped in her hands as she leans on the
window sill watching the fun below. She's been released from the
infirmary by the daemons, but is under 'house restrictions' until it can
be determined that she took no hurt from the battle with the snarling
beastie a while ago. She got nothing but cuts and scrapes, but there was
some concern about venom, or infection, and so she's 'confined to
quarters'.

"I musta been hurt worse than they'll tell me" she thinks. "I *do* feel a
bit 'off' -- and the worst part is that I can see the fight from
Polecat's pov... I must not be well..."

She turns away from the window, and sees Sourcerer's rent -- the bag of
marbles -- lying on the table. Wishing she had her old "marble game" (a
wonderful contraption of ramps for rolling marbles down), she figures a
solitary game of marbles might not be the best game going at the moment,
but it's sure better than homework! And maybe the glassy cool
transluscent spheres will help restore her "sangfroid", or at least be
enough of a distraction to allow her to roll with the flow...

When suddenly, Sourcerer bursts into the room, looking for all the world
like a proud father, holding a couple of his newly born pets --
"Something to keep you company" he says.
"Um, they're kinda cute, Sourcerer, er... what *are* they?"
"CatBats. I'm thinking of giving one to Obscurity. Think he'll like that?"
"Dunno." him> "What's there not to like? Can I have one, too?"

And they sit on the floor of the room in the growing twilight, watching
the little creatures batting marbles around on the floor.

T---A
C---G
A-T Sweet Poly
C
T-A et caro factum verbum est
C---G
C---G

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