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Gryphon
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Feb-25-14, 11:00 PM (EDT) |
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"Fragments of a Scrapped Story"
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I was just looking for something else and ran across a draft file from around 10 years ago. It was originally the setup story for a multiparter, like Manhunt and Star-Crossed would be a few years later, set during Symphony No. 1 but not involving any characters who were part of the Symphony cast at that time. It dead-ended hard and I eventually abandoned the premise it was built on; parts of it would even be superseded by Manhunt (as the existing setup phase contains numerous Secrets references). I was reminded just now, as I re-read it, that there are some pretty fun bits in here, though, and since the story itself is too specialized to be readily recycled, I think I'll toss a few of the choicer bits in here over the next few days. In this first one, Kei has turned up at an impromptu-task-force rendezvous with the Intrepid, the "modern-capability starship that looks like a Mk I Connie" special-ops sleeper ship mentioned waaaay back in the ancient WDF Technical Readout (an idea I had 15 or so years before such a thing actually turned up as a playable ship in Star Trek Online), a bit to Gryphon's surprise, as there hasn't been enough time since he put out the call for her to recruit a crew of the size required to operate such a vessel: Kei pivoted in the center seat and grinned. "Weren't expecting to see me, were you?" she asked. Gryphon laughed. "No, I wasn't at that," he said. "Where'd you ever find a crew for this old beast on such short notice?" "Well, all I really had to find was a command staff, and with everybody hanging around waiting for B5 to be ready, that wasn't hard," she said, patting a metal box bolted to one arm of the conn. "Our old friend technology handles the rest." She flipped a toggle switch on the box, causing a green light to flash, and said briskly, "M5 terminal link." A booming metallic voice replied from the conn's intercom speaker, "M5." "Ship's status?" "ALL SYSTEMS OPERATIONAL. ALERT STATUS GREEN. M5 STANDING BY," the voice replied. Gryphon blinked. "You can't be serious," he said at length, but Kei only grinned. "M5, system status?" "M5 MULTITRONIC UNIT FEELING MUCH BETTER NOW," the computer replied without hesitation. Kei nodded. "OK, stand by." "M5," the M5 acknowledged. Kei switched off the interlink unit. "M5 and I have an understanding," she said to Gryphon's continuing baffled look. "It involves him doing what he's told and me not popping down to Engineering to explain my point of view with an axe." --G. "LOOK, KEI, I CAN SEE YOU'RE REALLY UPSET ABOUT THIS. I HONESTLY THINK YOU OUGHT TO SIT DOWN CALMLY, TAKE A STRESS PILL, AND THINK THINGS OVER." -><- Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Mod Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/ zgryphon at that email service Google has Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam. |
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Gryphon
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Feb-26-14, 12:04 PM (EDT) |
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7. "RE: Fragments of a Scrapped Story"
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>I was referring to Kei, I am well aware of that, I assure you. In fairness, I expect Jim has also made at least one pass at Kei, but as we already know, she's partial to Picard. :) --G. -><- Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Mod Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/ zgryphon at that email service Google has Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam. |
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Mercutio
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Feb-26-14, 03:57 PM (EDT) |
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9. "RE: Fragments of a Scrapped Story"
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>In fairness, I expect Jim has also made at least one pass at >Kei, but as we already know, she's partial to Picard. :) Funny story about me, related to the Trek kick we've been on around here lately... I thought for about two or three years (I was six when TNG premiered, just for context) that Captain Kirk and Captain Picard were the same person, just that there was one show about when he was a young man and one show when he was much older. I thought this composite captain's name was "Captain Kirk Picard." It took my first exposure to early-nineties "Kirk vs. Picard" debates for someone to very gently point out to me that, no, they were two different people. Just because both shows said "Star Trek" didn't mean they were the same show. -Merc Keep Rat |
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Peter Eng
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Feb-26-14, 01:55 PM (EDT) |
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8. "RE: Fragments of a Scrapped Story"
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> "M5 MULTITRONIC UNIT FEELING MUCH BETTER NOW," In my mind, this collided with the phrase, "If You Ain't Get Better, Wasn't No Better to Get," resulting in a multitronic system with a Funkotroni accent. Peter Eng -- "SMACKCHAT BE CHEAP, COVENANT-BOY." |
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Gryphon
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Feb-28-14, 11:46 AM (EDT) |
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10. "Fragment the Second"
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[Gryphon is aboard Concordia as an ad hoc IPSF/WDF mixed task force prepares for a tricky and dangerous joint operation. The Valkyrie update Riker refers to would eventually be moved a few years and repurposed as Project SERAPH BLUE in Rogue Squadron.]Smiling, Gryphon moved off down the hallway, following a well-remembered route and hoping the refitters didn't move any bulkheads around on him. They hadn't; a leisurely three-minute walk brought him through a heavy double door into the cool and noisy expanse of the hangar deck. This, at least, was more or less as he remembered it. The fighters parked in their revetments were a little newer than the ones that had been here when he'd last been aboard, but the mechanical noises and faint scents and contained bustle were the same. The only significant change was the big banner painted on the aft bulkhead, which read, WELCOME TO ICE STATION ZEBRA Gryphon pondered that for a second, got the joke, chuckled to himself, and then turned to catch the next passing technician. "Excuse me. Spaceman?" "Sir?" the dark-haired young woman asked, looking mildly but not overly flustered to have been hailed by a man wearing the uniform of a different space force. "Where can I find General Currier?" "She's gone aboard the Klingon ship, sir. Discussing close air support strategies with Colonel Martok in case we get into a ground battle." "Ah," said Gryphon, nodding. "Her adjutant's in the squadron office if you'd like to talk to him," the technician added helpfully. "I'll do that. Thank you," he said. She saluted as though not entirely certain whether she should, but wanting to show respect. He returned it in the spirit if was meant, then headed across the hangar to the squadron office. "They're actually letting you file your own paperwork now?" he asked the man who sat at the desk in the outer office. Major W. Thomas "Too Tall" Riker, adjutant to General Patricia "Terror" Currier and lead pilot of Concordia's second Veritech squadron, grinned through his neatly trimmed beard and swung himself to his feet. At six feet four inches tall - two inches above standard regulation height for a Veritech pilot - he lived up to the nickname his fellow pilots had bestowed on him in flight school. Riker thrust out a hand, pumped Gryphon's, and said, "Believe me, that's one privilege of rank I could do without. Come to take a look at your force's only tactical strike asset, eh?" Gryphon laughed. "Don't let my Delta pilots hear you say that." "The Delta's a good gunboat," Riker acknowledged, "but if we're going up against Cylons you're going to be damn glad you've got our VTs and Dragonflies along." Gryphon nodded. "I know it, Tom, believe me. But then, there isn't -any- fight where I wouldn't be damn glad to have this ship's squadrons flying cover for me." He glanced back over his shoulder, then said, "I didn't see any Valkyries in the hangar. Don't tell me Tricia's finally gone to the Thunderbolt." Riker laughed. "Not a chance. She told me the other day she thinks the last re-engining program will see the VF-1 to its fifth century of service. She's got the Eight-Balls on standby up on the portside flight deck, just in case we get jumped when we cross over. I'm probably going to standby my squadron on the starboard ramp as soon as I'm done squaring away my will." Gryphon arched an eyebrow. Riker shrugged. "Well, we're going off to help fight a desperate war in a parallel dimension," he said. "I think we're going to make it back, but there's no sense making Will sit through probate if we don't." Gryphon had to admit he had a point. --G. -><- Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Mod Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/ zgryphon at that email service Google has Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam. |
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JeanneHedge
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Feb-28-14, 03:36 PM (EDT) |
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12. "RE: Fragment the Second"
In response to message #10
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> Major W. Thomas "Too Tall" Riker, adjutant to General Patricia >"Terror" Currier and lead pilot of Concordia's second Veritech >squadron, grinned through his neatly trimmed beard and swung himself >to his feet. At six feet four inches tall - two inches above standard >regulation height for a Veritech pilot - he lived up to the nickname >his fellow pilots had bestowed on him in flight school. I'd wonder if "Snakeshit" was around, but General Currier has a nickname already. (In the movie We Were Soldiers Captain Ed "Too Tall" Freeman was a helicopter pilot and 2nd in command of Company "A" of the 229th Assault Helicopter Battalion, 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile) during Vietnam War. Major Bruce "Snakeshit" Crandall was his CO. Freeman and Crandall are real people. Both were awarded the Medal of Honor for their actions in Vietnam during the Battle of Ia Drang Valley. And yes, Freeman was too tall, the first time he attempted to become a pilot in the Army. According to the movie, Crandall earned his nickname because he liked to fly low.)
Jeanne
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Gryphon
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Feb-28-14, 05:00 PM (EDT) |
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13. "RE: Fragment the Second"
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>I'd wonder if "Snakeshit" was around, but General Currier has a >nickname already. If not a Wedge Defense Force pilot, it is a virtual certainty that there is a Colonial Warrior with that nickname, though his or her official on-paper callsign might be something a little more press-friendly. (If you recall, whenever anyone's "officially" talking to Snakeshit Crandall on the radio in We Were Soldiers, they call him "Ancient Serpent 6". :) >(In the movie We Were Soldiers Captain Ed "Too Tall" Freeman >was a helicopter pilot and 2nd in command of Company "A" of the 229th >Assault Helicopter Battalion, 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile) during >Vietnam War. It's true! He's a pretty fascinating character, too, barely touched on in the film because he's not part of the main cast. The real Ed Freeman was in the Navy in WWII and fought as an infantry soldier in Korea - flying helicopters in Vietnam was his third military career. Some of the most interesting figures in Vietnam War history are like that. The late Michael J. Novosel (author of Dustoff: Memoir of an Army Aviator), for instance, flew bombers with the Army Air Force in WWII, then transitioned into the USAF when it became a separate service in 1947. He left active duty after Korea, and when he tried to get his reserve commission reactivated so he could volunteer for Vietnam, they told him he was too old and they didn't need any more officers at his level... so he resigned and joined the Army to fly helicopters as a warrant officer. That's pretty baller, you ask me. >Major Bruce "Snakeshit" Crandall was his CO. Freeman and >Crandall are real people. Both were awarded the Medal of Honor for >their actions in Vietnam during the Battle of Ia Drang Valley. Bruce Crandall is a god damn rock star. The stuff they show him doing in We Were Soldiers (which is a helluva movie, by the way, kids - don't let Mel Gibson scare you off) not only really happened, that wasn't the only time in his career as an Army aviator he did something that badass. I had a long and complicated explication of my internally conflicted views on warfare and warfighters here, but you know what, the hell with it - this isn't the time or place. The fact remains that Bruce Crandall is a god damn rock star. --G. -><- Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Mod Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/ zgryphon at that email service Google has Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam. |
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JeanneHedge
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Feb-28-14, 05:56 PM (EDT) |
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14. "RE: Fragment the Second"
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>>I'd wonder if "Snakeshit" was around, but General Currier has a >>nickname already. > >If not a Wedge Defense Force pilot, it is a virtual certainty >that there is a Colonial Warrior with that nickname, though his or her >official on-paper callsign might be something a little more >press-friendly. (If you recall, whenever anyone's "officially" >talking to Snakeshit Crandall on the radio in We Were Soldiers, >they call him "Ancient Serpent 6". :) I think you may get a kick out of the President's remarks during his Medal of Honor presentation ceremony (not quite half-way down the page - search for the word "snake" ^_^ ) >Bruce Crandall is a god damn rock star. The stuff they show him doing >in We Were Soldiers (which is a helluva movie, by the way, kids >- don't let Mel Gibson scare you off) not only really happened, that >wasn't the only time in his career as an Army aviator he did something >that badass.
The book, We Were Soldiers Once... And Young, by Lt General Harold Moore (Ret) and Joseph Galloway (Mel Gibson and Barry Pepper, respectively, in the movie) is excellent too. Jeanne |
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Gryphon
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Jun-17-17, 01:40 AM (EDT) |
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16. "Fragment the Third"
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LAST EDITED ON Jun-19-17 AT 02:54 PM (EDT) (Gryphon is in his office shortly after the Challenger's christening ceremony, scouring the want-ads for a helm officer.) The Chief punched the intercom panel on his desk without looking at it and said in an irritable tone of voice, "Unless you're bringing me a Class A helmsman, don't bother me right now." The door opened all the same, admitting the trim shape of his assistant Ruri, a creature of indeterminate species who looked like a human girl in her early teens, except for the far-too-mature look of bored ennui on her pretty face and the curious pale blue shade of her hair. She stood in the doorway, unimpressed by the incipient wrath implied by her superior's growl, and said flatly, "By a strange coincidence." Then she stepped aside and allowed the person behind her to enter the office. Gryphon looked up as if prepared to be further annoyed, then blinked in puzzlement. The person whom Ruri had just shown into his office was another girl, taller but no less trim, who crossed the threshold with a slightly fey grace that was wholly out of place in this old-fashioned, cluttered office. She stood just inside the doorway, a lovely girl in a simple gray jumpsuit, with long, straight hair that was a shade or two darker, but the same gray-blue hue as Ruri's. Where Ruri's eyes were golden and bored-looking, this one's were steel-gray and curious, as though she had never seen an office before. Aside from her odd hair color and peculiar grace, the only things about this newcomer that didn't look entirely human were her rather large ears, which stood out from her head, jutting through her hair, and came to delicate points. They weren't as extreme as, say, the ears of a Hyelian, but they weren't the understated points of a Vulcan or Romulan, either. Gryphon was looking at her as if he thought he ought to know who she was, but either it wasn't coming to him or he kept thinking of somebody else instead. He came slowly up out of his chair, the expression on his face changing from puzzlement to amazement at about the same rate as he rose, until he was fully standing and fully amazed-looking. With a slightly mischievous smile, the girl in gray squared herself up to a very respectable military attention and gave a slightly odd salute, touching the first two fingers of her right hand to her forehead a little above her right eyebrow. The movement seemed to jar Gryphon loose from his frozen astonishment. "Well, I'll be damned," he murmured; then his face split in a huge grin and he lunged out from behind his desk, rounding it with arms spread wide. "LAFIEL!" he cried, seizing the elven girl in an embrace that, at first glance, seemed rather too rough for her. She weathered it easily, though, and returned it in kind. When they'd finished, he stepped back, hands on her shoulders, delighted astonishment on his face. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I heard a rumor that you needed a helmsman," she replied; then she smiled, saluted again, and said in a sharp, military voice, "Lafiel Abriel Nei Dobrusk Paryunu, reporting for duty, Captain!" Gryphon blinked, then gave her a a look that combined skepticism with surprise. "Aren't you a little busy to be taking a day job?" he inquired. Lafiel made a dismissive gesture. "I'm retired," she told him. "I'm over three hundred, you know - practically in my dotage. It's time for me to lay aside the intricate duties of state and spend my twilight years in quiet, relaxed pursuits." "I hadn't heard anything about a change of power in the Empire." "We didn't exactly send out a press kit," said Lafiel wryly. "The Humankind Empire Abh isn't a corporation, that we have to advertise our changes of management - oh!" She blinked and looked down; the Chief's beagle had come over to introduce himself, and was now standing with his forepaws braced against her knees, tail wagging furiously, looking up at her. "Hello," she said with a smile, bending down to pet him. "Wolfgang, down," said Gryphon with good-natured exasperation. Wolfgang got down on all his feet again, but didn't leave off wagging until Lafiel stopped scratching behind his ears and shooed him back to his basket. To Gryphon's mild surprise, when shooed, the dog went, curling up contendedly. "Well," said Gryphon, strolling back behind his desk with a comically exaggerated military-superior air. "So you want to join the International Police, eh?" Lafiel gave him a look, then played along, bowing like the teenager she resembled and blurting, "Oh, yes, sir! More than anything!" "Hmm." Gryphon threw himself down in his chair, put his feet up on his desk, and told her, "We don't just take anybody here in the IPO, you know. What are your qualifications?" Lafiel adopted a look of intense consideration. "Well... I was in the Wedge Defense Force for five years... I have 5,000 hours in the VF-1 and VF/A-4 variable-configuration fighters... and I ruled a galactic empire of four hundred billion sentients for 300 years." Gryphon swung his feet off his desk, slapped his palms down on the blotter and stood up again, leaning forward. "Beautiful," he said. "You're hired." He punched a key on his intercom, then noticed that Ruri was still standing in the doorway and switched it off again with a mock-embarrassed cough. "Ruri, please commission Her Majesty a lieutenant commander in the Space Force and file all the usual crap accordingly." "Right," said Ruri with her usual air of boredom, and she turned and went back to her own desk in the outer office. Gryphon dropped the mock-pompous air he'd assumed for the "interview" and grinned at Lafiel, then pulled an old flip-top communicator out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Gryphon to Challenger." "Go ahead, sir," a voice replied. "Lore, have the bridge fitters finished yet?" "Not quite. They're still working on the science station." A wry note crept into the remote speaker's voice as he added, "Some of the controls needed some reinforcement." "Ah," said Gryphon, nodding, though the person to whom he was speaking couldn't see him. "Well, when they're done with that, have them re-do the helm station with type 11-C controls, would you?" "11-C, sir?" "That's right." Gryphon grinned and said, "The Abh Empire is having a special on used royalty, and Ruri just got us one hell of a deal." --G. -><- Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Mod Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/ zgryphon at that email service Google has Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam. |
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Gryphon
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Jun-19-17, 04:01 PM (EDT) |
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19. "Fragment the Fourth"
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LAST EDITED ON Jun-19-17 AT 04:01 PM (EDT) (Challenger has performed well in the first day's somewhat-halfassed trial runs.) "A fine ship," was Lafiel's judgment as she locked down her console after they'd returned to port, moored and shut down. "I hope so," said Gryphon. Then he thumbed the intercom all-call on his conn arm and announced, "OK, everybody, listen up. Nice work today; Monday we get serious. Take the weekend off, and I want everybody back here at ten-hundred hours Monday morning, ready to move into your quarters full-time and take her to work. I want to see if we can have her fully operational by a week from then, without missing sleep. Gryphon out." He switched the channel off, skritched the ship's beagle, and said to his bridge crew, "Too optimistic?" "I don't think so," said Hanson Davion, patting his console. "I think she's ready." "I share Dr. Davion's conviction," Klaang boomed, smiling broadly. "We shall carve a new legend across the stars!" "Right on, my Klingon brother!" Lore declared, high-fiving the science officer. "And we'll take the Blue Riband away from the WDF for sure," added T'Vek with a wicked grin. "The sooner we get operational," said Hoshi, "the sooner poor Krontep can take a day off." "Days off are for the weak," grumbled Klaang. "Remember that the next time your leave gets cancelled for an alert," Ruri muttered. "Quarters!" Jinto Kirk exclaimed, slapping his forehead. "... Beg pardon, Jinto?" said Gryphon. "Uh, sorry, sir," said Kirk, his cheeks reddening. "I just realized that Commander Paryunu needs quarters." "Abriel," said Lafiel automatically. "Sorry?" Lafiel smiled and said, "If you -must- stand on ceremony and use one of my non-given names in a form of address, you should use Abriel," she explained. "Ah. Sorry, thank you. Commander Abriel needs quarters, Captain." "Well, you're an enterprising young man, Mr. Kirk - see to it." Young Kirk gave the captain an odd look; Gryphon looked back in puzzlement for a moment, then winced. "Would you believe," he said, "that wasn't deliberate? Carry on, Mr. Kirk." --G. -><- Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Mod Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/ zgryphon at that email service Google has Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam. |
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McFortner
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Jun-17-17, 11:27 PM (EDT) |
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17. "RE: Fragments of a Scrapped Story"
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> "M5 and I have an understanding," she said to Gryphon's >continuing baffled look. "It involves him doing what he's told and me >not popping down to Engineering to explain my point of view with an >axe." Ah, the Beeblebrox school of computer programming I see. Michael “If you don’t open that exit hatch this moment I shall zap straight off to your major data banks and reprogram you with a very large axe, got that?” Michael C. Fortner "Maxim 37: There is no such thing as "overkill". There is only "open fire" and "I need to reload". |
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