Path: usenet.ins.cwru.edu!b62535.STUDENT.CWRU.Edu!root From: root@warren.cwru.edu (Teral Acorn) Newsgroups: alt.devilbunnies Subject: Re: Kralk has an idea... Date: Thu, 13 Oct 1994 21:49:48 GMT Organization: CWRU Lines: 73 Distribution: world Message-ID: References: <37jr62$l3@xmission.xmission.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: b62535.student.cwru.edu Andrew Weitzman writes: >> Kralk slung his greatcoat over his shoulder. The door opened on to a >> deserted corridor. Everyone must have turned in for the night, he >> realized; a glance at his watch told him it was 3 am. He turned to shut >> off the anti-gravity device, but shrugged his shoulders instead. It >> needed an endurance test, he muttered. Yawning, he headed for his quarters. >> He failed to notice a small red shape dart through the almost-closed >> door... *** alt.db off Wasn't this the door whose mechanism you just destroyed? }:) *** alt.db on [nibble] > "I want to thank you. We inventors can be somewhat blind to the >potential of our creations. It takes, at times, a layman--er laysquirrel >to discover a practical use. Tell me, when you look at this thing, what >do you see?" > "Well, it can go a good turn of speed. Me and Jedda--" > "Your companion, I take it? She left rather abruptly for her >quarters." > "Uh...yeah. Anyway, as I was saying, put a big enough motor and >you've got yourself an amazing racing machine. I'd bet on it any day." > "So would I, little one. But not as a racer. As a weapon." >Mercan stared at Kralk with incomprehension. "Think, sir. It is fast, >silent, and quite small. A hard to hit target, really. If you put a >weapon just below the motor--" > "Like a laser?" Mercan shrank away from Kralk. The man's face had >undergone the worst transformation he had seen yet; it was a face of >someone possessed by hate, and greed, and malice. > "Exactly." Kralk's voice dipped down into a joyful whisper. >"Mercan, have you ever heard of what we humans call...a 'tank'?" ---------- Teral staggered out of the labs. Six hours wasted with that bastard Chris. All he wanted was a few squirrels, a lab or two put on the squirrelvirus project, and Chris had to turn in into some major test of his authority. Authority which he didn't have, damn it. But there were ways around that... "I'll get Kralk to talk to him," Teral chittered to himself as he headed for the control room, "Maybe he can do something." No need to do anything illegal... yet. He sat down at the console. Where was Kralk? He did a quick scan of the security cameras, looking for a human-sized figure. Nothing. He groaned, and started scanning the tapes. There! Going into a storage room. Well, that would explain it. But why would he bother, those room were empty... were they? Yep, empty. What's this? Minor malfunction in the automatic mechanism, repair-daemon schdeduled servicing for 12/25/94... by Gaia, were they that far behind? Well, Kralk was still there, so... A short walk, down a couple levels to the storage area... He checked the numbers, and opened the door. Kralk was there, along with a pair of squirrels, a red and a gray. And *something* else... "What the *hell* is that?" >TBC >Andrew Weitzman aweitz@CAM.org -- Teral Acorn Acting warren leader, UCirc Warren Vice President, SAADB