worp@ih1ap.UUCP (Federation for Banning Barcodes) (08/27/85)
The boy appeared somewhat lost. Somewhat confused. Somewhat lonely. Why? he wondered, then stopped himself. It was always this way. It had been like this last summer, and the years before that. Always. And always he had proclaimed that that would be the last time that would happen, and alays he would be wrong. Always. He was the Last Subgrunt. The last summer student of his kind to roam the halls of AT&T Bell Labs in Naperville. He had survived the exodus of the Dutch Liberation Movement, of Tashas United against NaStashas, of Auburn Maned Bitch Arguing with Rios, of Madhack Software, of Doc, of Who Else?, and the rest of the Mail Wars II party. They had passed onto the Valhalla of the Second Wars, as he would come Friday. They could make a movie, perhaps, what with the current trend in movies about upwardly moving people like them. What would they call it? The Subgrunts? Mail Wars? Cause Summer Students Just Wanna Have Fun? (Phun?) Ah well, he thought. The Second Wars had passed, far better than the First and far nicer, he thought. There was something very anticlimactic about malevolently attacking the account of your companion...so went the Second Wars. The End. The two words floated in his mind, very strong. They would be back next year, his Federation for Banning Barcodes, Mike's DLM, Jean's AMBAR, Tash's TUANS, Frank's Madhack--or Tidbit, or Cray Kid, or whatever he was next year--Phyllis' Who Else?, and Eric would be back. Jus' mebee. Jus' mebee. Jus' in case, in the words of Who Else?: ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ * * @ @ @ @ @ @ * * a a ( * ) & & & & & & & & & & - #### # # # # ###### # # ## ## # # # ### #### # ## # # # ##### ## # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #### # # # ###### ###### # Thank you. (Live from Lincoln Center) -- Roger Espinosa, YASS [Yet Another Summer Student] ihnp4!ih1ap!worp "Not fair, not fair! It isn't fair, my precious, to ask us what's it's got in its nasty little pocketses!" --the Gollum