kns@sactoh0.SAC.CA.US (Kalib N. Sumter) (09/21/90)
It was a cold day in December, and the computer was on the desk right next to the wall. Under the desk was a heater, on full blast. The rain hit the windows and sounded like gravel pounding on concrete. The computer was a '486, which almost engulfed the entire table space. There was a table to the right which was heavily littered with half empty 'Pepsi' cans and 3-day old, half consumed cups of coffee. There was an open bag of 'Doritos' spilled across the floor and ground into the carpet. 'Van Halen' was playing on a nearby stereo. There were no real curtains up, rather 'E.T.' sheets put up to block the sun on a hot summer day, and left there since. There were diskettes strewn about the bed and floor. The 486's cover was off, and was propped up in the corner. The chassis was open with wires running to a hard drive that sat on the ledge of the desk. The telephone rang, and the caller was greeted with a high pitched sound. The carriers mixed and went silent. Kabe, who had been sitting on a chair, playing his bass guitar to the music, looked up to see who the caller was. "Login:" flashed across the screen. Kabe leaned his bass across the bed. It slid slowly off and fell to the floor with a large thump. Kabe's face showed a sudden look of pain, but paid no attention and returned his eyes to the dust-ridden screen. "Welcome back, Hacker X. Steve Wozniak is on the other node." At the main BBS prompt, he entered 'C' for Chat mode. The computer began to make a horrid squealing sound. It was obvious that this program was written on an INFERIOR machine and was meant to run much slower. Kabe reached for the keyboard, but hit a nearby glass of 'Kool-Aid', spilling it into his diskette box. He glanced at the mess and grimmaced, then muttered, 'Ah screw it, I have backups'. "Hey, Kabe, what's up?ga Not much here. I was just trying to figure out all of the notes in 'Cabo Wabo'. Oh, Cool. Anyhow, are you done with my hard drive? I am going to need it back soon. You said that you only needed it TEMPORARILY.. Oh... You need it back now? Oh, ok. Well, let me back it up and I will bring it over later, how's that?" At this point, Kabe leans back in his chair and his knees hit the underside of the table. The hard drive, which until now has rested on the edge of the desk, topples off and slams onto the floor. 'Uh, oh', he muttered. "Uh, Luke? Yeah? Uh, I just had some sort of hard drive crash.... Oh, well, back up what you can and do a low-level. Uh, that's gonna be kinda hard to do....." *-------------------------------------------------------------------* | Kalib Sumter 2510 Wittkop Way #2; Sacramento, CA 95825 | | Internet kns@sactoh0.SAC.CA.US | *-------------------------------------------------------------------* -- *-------------------------------------------------------------------* | Kalib Sumter 2510 Wittkop Way #2; Sacramento, CA 95825 | | Internet kns@sactoh0.SAC.CA.US | *-------------------------------------------------------------------*