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milliways_bar2005-12-20 12:44 pm
gone_byebye) wrote in milliways_bar2005-12-20 12:44 pm
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Ray compiled a number of notes last night. Yawning, he emerges from upstairs and places them on the Bar's surface. "Bar, I would appreciate it if you could get these to the appropriate people for me? Please?"
The first is addressed to
Hi, everybody.
If you're reading this first, please make sure to tell everyone else this message is addressed to. We had a new arrival in the Bar the other night- a young woman named Ghanima Atreides. She hails from approximately twenty-one thousand years in the future, and somewhere between our time and hers, human civilization fought a jihad against thinking machines and other forms of machine intelligence. AI is completely forbidden in her world and is generally associated with the kind of dystopian horror you normally only see at two in the morning on the Sci-Fi channel. You can recognize her most definitely by the blue-within-blue eyes she has, but she's a little shorter than I am, has light brown to blond hair, and carries a knife at all times. She knows the no-violence and no-business rules- actually, she knows all three rules- but I don't want to take any kind of chance with her. Please let any other artificial intelligences you might run across know that you should probably consider avoiding her. Thanks.
Ray.
The next, in a considerably larger and more cheerful hand, is addressed to Ace-
SHE'S BACK. Romana came back the other night. She's all right. There were pirates. She has funky new alien tech now- well, okay, funky old alien tech, but it's the first time she's seen it, so that counts as new. The important part is, she's okay.
My promise to you still holds.
Ray.
One is addressed to Danny-
Just a heads up- there's another of my colleagues in the bar, Dr. Egon Spengler. You can't miss him- he's taller than I am, blond, and has this freakydeaky hairdo that defies all the known laws of human keratin behavior. He's trustworthy, but I haven't told him about you; it's entirely up to you whether you want him to know anything about you or not. Figured I should let you know either way.
Ray.
And the last is addressed to K-
Got some scans in on that sample you gave me. My world's Egon made several facial expressions during the course of the analysis, that's how freaky the results were. We should talk.
Also, the current Egon in the Bar is from a different continuum from me and knows nothing of your existence or of the sample. It's up to you whether you want to bring him into the deal or not- you should meet him and decide for yourself. Let me know if you wanna arrange that. You can't miss him, though, he's blond and there are no words to describe how his hair behaves.
Ray
The notes disappear.
"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it."
The first is addressed to
Hi, everybody.
If you're reading this first, please make sure to tell everyone else this message is addressed to. We had a new arrival in the Bar the other night- a young woman named Ghanima Atreides. She hails from approximately twenty-one thousand years in the future, and somewhere between our time and hers, human civilization fought a jihad against thinking machines and other forms of machine intelligence. AI is completely forbidden in her world and is generally associated with the kind of dystopian horror you normally only see at two in the morning on the Sci-Fi channel. You can recognize her most definitely by the blue-within-blue eyes she has, but she's a little shorter than I am, has light brown to blond hair, and carries a knife at all times. She knows the no-violence and no-business rules- actually, she knows all three rules- but I don't want to take any kind of chance with her. Please let any other artificial intelligences you might run across know that you should probably consider avoiding her. Thanks.
Ray.
The next, in a considerably larger and more cheerful hand, is addressed to Ace-
SHE'S BACK. Romana came back the other night. She's all right. There were pirates. She has funky new alien tech now- well, okay, funky old alien tech, but it's the first time she's seen it, so that counts as new. The important part is, she's okay.
My promise to you still holds.
Ray.
One is addressed to Danny-
Just a heads up- there's another of my colleagues in the bar, Dr. Egon Spengler. You can't miss him- he's taller than I am, blond, and has this freakydeaky hairdo that defies all the known laws of human keratin behavior. He's trustworthy, but I haven't told him about you; it's entirely up to you whether you want him to know anything about you or not. Figured I should let you know either way.
Ray.
And the last is addressed to K-
Got some scans in on that sample you gave me. My world's Egon made several facial expressions during the course of the analysis, that's how freaky the results were. We should talk.
Also, the current Egon in the Bar is from a different continuum from me and knows nothing of your existence or of the sample. It's up to you whether you want to bring him into the deal or not- you should meet him and decide for yourself. Let me know if you wanna arrange that. You can't miss him, though, he's blond and there are no words to describe how his hair behaves.
Ray
The notes disappear.
"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it."