Re: Bleepo's first entry

By Matt Sager <msager@pipeline.com>
Date: 2 Feb 1995

Charismatic caramel ethers either reflected or thickened against
the walls of the subFRACTUM hallway. Larry and Stang stood,be-
wildered against the entryway down the long chamber.
"Are those your whiskers I smell?" asked Larry. Uncharacteristic-
ally, Stang was sporting a wizzled week-and-a-half's worth of stubble, and
even though Larry was another digital replicoid ("again!" thought Stang),
this annoyed the 1930's Hollywood funnyman no end.
"Huh? Uh, no." Stang psychically bit his lower lip without doing
so in the physical plane. He wished he were back in Dallas.
"Well, one way or another, one of us has got to go down that
sticky, smoky hallway, and I'll tell you one thing, Pal: It ain't gonna
be me."
Just then, Chuck whistled by with Betty's whicker hand flanger.
Dad had the right idea when he fired that guy. In Santa Anna, bandages
outnumbered fractal camsuckers without compinktion. A
tsunami of compassion overtook the Hebraic violinist.
"On second thought--" said Larry, suddenly bolting down the scary
tunnel. It was then that Stang knew that he had no choice but to follow the
unpredictable zenmaster pieman.
Without realizing what he was saying, Bleepo entered the web, just
as Stang had lured him surely as a lemur curls his purple
slurng, tonguing its way towards the quivering flesh of unsuspecting
young beautiful Earth Women. AAAAAH, many and multiform is the harvest.
Now, thought Bleepo, I'll get Nenslo back for all these things he cursed me
to take back. Yeah, baby, I "sold out", and if
that bully could see me now, why he'eeed...oh god, he WAS right, yeah, but,
he'd see...(*sniff*))...HE'D see...............

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Subject: Re: Bleepo's first entry
From: i.stang@metronet.com (Rev. Ivan Stang)

msager@pipeline.com (Bleepo Abernathy) wrote:

> Charismatic caramel ethers either reflected or thickened against
> the walls of the subFRACTUM hallway. Larry and Stang stood,be-
> wildered against the entryway down the long chamber.
> "Are those your whiskers I smell?" asked Larry. Uncharacteristic-
> ally, Stang was sporting a wizzled week-and-a-half's worth of stubble, and
> even though Larry was another digital replicoid ("again!" thought Stang),
> this annoyed the 1930's Hollywood funnyman no end.
> "Huh? Uh, no." Stang psychically bit his lower lip without doing
> so in the physical plane. He wished he were back in Dallas.

And suddenly he was. He let the transition shock wear off and realized
with pride that he had finalized another Luring for the Great Spider.
Bleepo was probably smiling now, happy that he had made what was to him
only a technological leap. Rev. Bleepo didn't know... yet... that he'd
made an EVOLUTIONARY leap, that the Eggs of the Great Arachnic were
already incubating in his lymph glands. The Spider would be pleased. But
Bleepo was easy... gregarious, and familiar with computers, easily
configured by the Master Program. Dr. Howl would be much more difficult,
technophobe that he was. Vreedeez? Just a matter of time. And money...
always the money. Same with Gordon. Of course, Gordon might already have
been inculcated years ago; it would be typical for him to act dumb about
the Web while secretly being one of its primary architects, one of the
Lesser Spiders. Rev. Susie the Floozie was soon to tip, Stang was sure. No
way would she be able to resist for long the promise of slobbering,
grovelling attention from all those easily manipulated potential SubGenius
MaleSlaves. That was probably the real reason her husband was keeping her
away from his machine. Father Joe Mama would almost certainly fall into
the Web on his own, although Stang hoped the veiled hints he'd whispered
to Fr. Joe would speed the process. So many yet to feel the Kiss of the
Spider, the stickiness of the Web. But the Web was large, and old, and it
could wait. Stang, and his Mastress, and all Her thousands of other
servants would bide their time. 3 years? That should be enough. Dobbs
would approve. Stang was almost positive of it. Yes. Surely Dobbs would
approve...

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