Preserved Topic: All's quiet on the Ozone front

Krets steps out of his cell and whistles as he sombers down the dark hallway of the asylum. His only companions are the hollow echo of "Sober" and the muffled noises of rubber against smooth, freshly mopped stone.

"Well at least Vogon is still around," he muses with s smirk.

The cold, granite walls are awash with various tints of the sickening yellow cast by the bug repellent lights on either side of the corridor. A roach, certainly soon to be immortalized in a psyg, scurries across the floor in front of him and into Weadah's cell. His eyes move through the bars and sweep from an empty cot across to a neglected Dank Action Set.

As he continues down the hall he lets his fingertips glide alont the fingernail grooves permanently ingrained into the wall outiside eyezaer's cage. He peers in and notices a worn pair of lime green Converse in the corner with a few dark brown stains speckled on their sides.

"Ah, so that explains it."

His journey takes him past empty cell after empty cell. Small reminders in each one of the chaos that once was. At the opposite end of the hall stands a half meter thick steel door with reinforced hinges and dual 8-guage bolt locks. He dares not tread past that door. Muted wails eminate from behind the doors, something about BUI and cries of death. He dares not appease his curiosity.

In his heart, he knows he is not truely alone. Perhaps a leave was granted to several of his mates for good behavior. He hopes that is the case and that experiments have not begun again.

He moves back to his cell and locks the door, wraps himself in his drab wool blanket and asks sleep to remove him from all of this.

me howls ****whaaaarrrrghh mpfhhhhhh ugh more thooooorazine nurse!****

.....*exhales* ah... krets didnt see me under this pile of blankets... heheh.... good... I will not let anyone take my remaining black pills.... heheh... maybe they will last long enough for me to survive until shiiizzzam come back... ah.. here come krets... *inhales*

uuuhhh

summny wanna tell me wha day idiz?

whereami?

whoozat?

Hmm... 32000^3?
::scritch scritch::
&& un-signed quad precision...
Man, I hate declaration types...
Screws everything...
::stratch stratch::
For Next...
::scritch::
Interesting....
::scritch stritch scrap::
Open for Output ----->
Close ----<
::scraaaaaap::
Check the files...
::screeeeech::
Whoa!
Fermat was wrong!!!
Mwahahahahaha!

*looks out of cell door*

Krets? is that you?

*shivers*

It's suddenly cold again... Give me a blue pill...

*hides*

Hmm?

<scree scree scree scree!>

(Installs new lights in this hallway, *way* too dark in here!)

(Nips out to try some ore bulldozer driving practice, maybe this corridor needs a couple of new rough-hewn windows?)

<whistling, walks off in search of mayhem>

<edit>Hah! You can tell I was lying, in the real world I can'y whistle, never could, probably never will be able to! Lying bastard doc, probably won't even get that bulldozer either.</edit>

<soundFX>RRRRrrrumble!!!!</soundFX>

hmm?

Your pal, -doc-



[This message has been edited by DocOzone (edited 03-15-2001).]

lemme guess, krets...ummm..Spring Break?

What krets doesn't know is Doc took the Mad Scientists, patients, and even experiements, to the Bahamas for the winter. Research has shown that better weather produces better results and we can get a better tan. The drinking age is also a lot younger there.

zing... ZEEEEEeeeeeeeee [pulls an invisible cord on a small round device sitting on the dank floor]

mumbling...

"perhaps this device...


... chaos harmonics...

....... generation evolving past something more, mmm, substantial."

[deep cloak covering his face, bright glow beginning to cover his form]

more mumbling.

"Gotta get back... experiments of my own

... createch.net

... synergy of creativity and techonology... components for

... what? call it machine intelligence? ... whatever"

loudly:

"Praise Buckminster."

[bright flash of light as Metahedron retreats to his own plane]



[This message has been edited by Metahedron (edited 03-15-2001).]

Sigh!

Sigh! Sigh!

.. alone under the bed of his cell.. rethinking... loneliness makes his thoughts unwind.. exploring every bits and pieces of the litlle cocroach... wonder how life would've been without it...

Sigh! Sigh! Sigh!

"Hey, that's Krets!"

Little cocroach run away..

Sigh!

look into my eyes. a familiar stare.

it is 4:30 a.m. and i've been working with this machine for who-can-remember hours.

i will now re-enter cryostasis in order to regenerate.

tomorrow i might just do it again.

yesss.

*yawns*
*her eyes snooping out from the door*
*searches for her blue pills*
"ahhh it's finished !!"
*in horror... she dive into her bed and gulped all the cocroaches*
"whoops!"
*she forgot to leave some for RICK*