"Don't rush me - I'm dawdling as fast as I can."
FROM THE BDC / AURA / INDEPENDENT NEWS SERVICE
Dialogue between a fictitious president of a fictitious state
and a fictitious agent of a fictitious secret service of that
fictitious state with the fictitious president.
Additional work is done by the fictitious wife of the fictitious
president, but she is of little importance to the story.
X: Hello Mr. President. There are rumours in the ST-
scene. We decided to inform you quickly.
Mr. President: Do you know which time it is? Very quickly ! It is
4 AM! (YAWN!)
X: Sorry Mr. President. But it is really urgent. A
new crew released some demos.
Mr. President: Enough stuff for a revolution ?
X: We don't know yet. Our experts are pretty busy
with the analysis.
Mr. President: A brand new crew ? Very strange.
X: The new crew was formed on the ashes of AXXIS, a
crew founded in 1988 by two freaks called Mark and
Chris. There were no hints about secret activities
and so our agents didn't observe these guys.
Mr. President: You didn't observe them... Hmmm, our secret
service ! Go on. Any releases this time ?
X: Yes, a demo called "Megabob-Demo". It was made by
Chris and Mark. As it was not called "Megabomb"-
Demo, we thought this little dentro was not
dangerous for our nation, our country, our
industry, our families...
Mr. President: ...yes, yes, yes. And then ? (to his wife) Tea,
X: Well, three other guys joined AXXIS. In 1989 a
coder called "Cody" joined the crew. A very
original name for a coder, I think. In 1990 a
swapper called "Celtic" entered the crew. But his
name is more aggressive as he himself. He only
fights on tennis courts and with the monster-dog
of his parents. In the same year another coder,
"LX" joined, too. But between 1988 and 1991
nothing happened, except about 95 modul discs by
Mark and Celtic.
Mr. President: I am pretty sure you checked what they did in this
time ! (to his wife) Thanks.
X: Of course we did. In fact, Chris did some
professional stuff, Mark and Cody and maybe LX
coded little codes and Celtic swapped green and
yellow and sometimes even grey discs, round discs,
one disc, two discs, mail discs, hard discs...
Mr. President: ...yes, yes, yes. Very, very, very interesting. I
should call you chief because I don't like agents
waking me up in the middle of the night just
telling me boring stories about some lame
(his wife): Please be quiet darling. I want to paint my
finger-nails and I am not able to do if you are
Mr. President: (to his wife) MORE TEA !!!
X: You are my chief Sir.
Mr. President: Hmm, nobody's perfect.
X: Excuse me Mr. President, sorry, sorry, ah, but
it's going to be interesting. In november 1991 a
demo with about 250 chip tunes by Mad Max and
others were released. It was called "SYnthetic
MusIC demo". Chris ripped the songs and made the
Mr. President: As I know our fictitious service, I mean our
secret tea, aaah, I mean as I know you, you didn't
put it on the red list.
X: Correct. It was not spread widely enough to do
that. Laws and such things, you know...
Mr. President: I know our laws, I made them (and one day I will
change them and I will include paragraphs against
X: At Silvester 1991/92 a party took place at the
AXXIS headquarter in a dark cellar. The whole
AXXIS crew (except LX) were there, a XENEX ghost
and a boy called BDC. We believe it was the first
breath of the AURA-winds (uuuh, wot a romantic
Mr. President: The new crew -you said AURA- was founded at this
party? Any drugs there? Communists? Or the biggest
X: No, no drugs, no communists, and we are nearly
sure, nobody of these freaks is realistic in any
way. We read the party protokolls, which are
released later in the partydemo and you can say
all of them are such as crazy, they are nearly
Mr. President: Big Fictitious help us (EDITOR: they are praying
to the big fictitious, a god which is not
existing, because he's fictitious, OK?). AURA was
not founded there?
X: Two days after the party, after little quarrels
and reunions, AXXIS was dead and AURA was founded.
It consisted of the whole AXXIS crew except LX and
was filled with Clash, a punk artist, Dark Angel,
music coder and BDC, coder, too. The partydemo...
Mr. President: Right, demo ! Why wasn't it censored before the
release? No agents at the party? The secret
fictitious (shit!) is not the same as in the good
old days, where such as loosers only became
showstars in private TV! (to his wife) Turn on
fictitious TV and stop painting on my trousers!
(his wife): You wear no trousers. (to nobody) Hop?
X: Sir, this demo was indeed shit. A funny thing of
shit, to be more precise. By the way, it was
called "The world is my oyster". It contained a
very long text, over 40 KBytes including the
party-protokol, some nice things either, but not
technically brilliant, except some neat 3D-lines.
There was a sample fooling a chancellor of a
country in real Europe, but...sorry, I forgot the
name of the fat politician. The demo was mainly
done by Chris and BDC, but also Cody did a screen.
Mr. President: Mmmmm... (to his wife) OTHER CHANNEL! (to himself)
Oysters? Frogs? Kohl?
X: After that, nobody cares about them. Somehow they
got an invention to a party held by BMT in Essen,
a town in that certain country with that huge
chancellor... Shit ! I really forgot the name even
of the country. We believe the party would be
harmless at all, as no crew wanted to release
anything there. Except these fuckin boys, which
nobody knows till then. And they released a
sounddisk called "High Fidelity Dreams", which
contained the best modules from Amiga.
Mr. President: (angry) And how the hell did they get these
X: This was a mistake of 770, who is looking in this
scene, I mean the agent with the licence to
format. He didn't notice that there were mods
ripped on the Amiga... Back to the disc: It
featured the best mods by Tip/Mantronix and code
Mr. President: (too quickly): Can you give me a copy?... (pause)
Ahhh, just to control the player. (to himself)
OOops, answer too fast.
X: They got a lot of response to this demo and even
Mad Vision wanted to publish their story for
Mr. President: Really mad. But which story?
X: Their story.
Mr. President: Please send it to me.
X: I can't.
Mr. President: Pardon? I am Mr. President. I'm in all secrets!
X: The story is not finished yet. We are talking it
just at the moment.
Mr. President: WHAT???!? (pause) all right then, tommorrow a
psychatrist will help you and now go on...
X: Their latest and last ST demo is called
"Mathematica". Code and design by Chris, an
additional screen was done by BDC. It is featured
by nice mathematical effects like IFS-fractals,
Keftales, 3D-cubes etc.
Mr. President: Math is not my thing. Why last demo on the ST? Are
they going to Cuba?
X: They will go to Falcon as soon as it is available.
Mr. President: Where is "Falcon"? And why does this land not
exist? Revolution? Where? Who? For what? And wh...
X: ...excuse me Sir, the Falcon is a computer and it
even cannot fly.
Mr. President: And you called me because of a rebellion in the
ST-scene! You son of a realistic lamer!
X: Aeeeehee, maybe there will be anything in the
Mr. President: (to his wife) Please look for the newspaper, this
guy and TV are going to bore me. (to X) By the
way, didn't you ever want to check the scene on
the moon? I think you will make a little trip to
it. (very loud) PEOPLE WAKING ME UP FOR SUCH AS
BORING THINGS WILL CHECK THE VIC 20 SCENE ON THE
(his wife was shocked and she dropped a whole
bottle with red finger-nail-colour over his
trousers (or whatever there was!)).
In the year 2257, long times after the big wars, people making
researches just to forget about their lives and the mad of their
A short page of a book about a scene forgetten at the latest
...As you can see, AURA is just a cruel result of history and
social mistakes. We hope that the big Fictitious will never make
such bad jokes again ...
Just after the scientist wrote these few words, a blue light
smoothly faded in the room and filled it with honour. Some ugly
looking guys only said:
"MAYDAY - release date 1993"
After a long time of deadly silence, another face appeared and
the scientist was not sure if this face was a real vision like
the others. It seemed to be another vision, a...
"NOOO - Our wicked secret tea will give them hell and blast them
out of world !!!
(to his wife) Where's my tea ?
The protokoll stopped at this point and it was Mad Vision, a
french undercover organisation with good connections to the
organized tea-hackers, that stole it from a military archive in
the certain fictitious state with the fictitious Moneypennys.
At the beginning of 1994, it was a cold day and snow fell down,
a man entered the airport. His flight was long, longer than all
the others, who came from all the countries over the fictitious
globe. But he didn't arrive from any country, he arrived from the
moon. He was ordered back to rule things nobody else on this
planet could do. X is back. And he is ordered to follow AURA.
It took weeks and months until he knew what he wanted to knew.
Now it is time to inform his chief, mistress president (EDITOR:
It was a hard election campaign between the fictitinists and the
realists, but finally the realists won with about 1 vote (there
are rumours, a member of the secret service voted against his
chief, X always said that life is strange...). So now, the
realists under Mrs. President are at the fictitious force in the
fictitious state mentioned above (remember the first lines ?).
bling-bling-huihuihui-kiik-kiik (modern self-confident phones
ring like that). bling-bling-huihuihui-kiik-kiik (it's a very
self-confident telephone, but even a president deserves more as
such an unaesthetic ringing machine). Somebody describes the
sound of modern telephones like these made by cows eating
Secret and important things had always been told without
daylight, X thought. So, he rang up his chief brief after
midnight. At 4 AM, to be more precise.
Mrs. President: Uaaaaarhh. What ??!
X: The bird is singing songs by Elvis P. .
Mrs. President: (waking up her husband) (he wakes up)
(surprised) You are not my husband.
(remembering): it was a really hard
discussion with these diplomats from the
eastern-edge. When all negotiations didn't
help, both delegations made a drinking
competition. (awaking): If your bird has any
musical problem, I am sure, the goverment of
our wonderful fictitious country will find
any solution for you so good night... (she
always hates herself talking like a simple
secretary, but just after awaking of a little
wodka dream, she was to weak to be strong and
X: This is the password. You should say:
"Thanks, my tea is empty". How shall I know
if you are really Mrs. President if you don't
know the password.
Mrs. President: I say what I'm saying. People knowing my real
secret number are not used to make strange
password spells !
X: Excuse me. The AURA-observation-protokoll-
1993 is finished.
Mrs. President: Why don't you call me tomorrow ?
X: I cannot do this. Tommorrow I am going on a
vacation. Adventure holidays in an African
Mrs. President: Have a good time. Maybe someone puts you in a
real freezer (aren't there any laws against
stupid agents? ...She wanted to remember
clearer, but a terrible squeeze stopped her
mind, a wodka bottle jumped through her brain
and the last thing she could remember was
herself saying "OK" and hearing something
like '$%&w$O""DK$a' whispering through her
X: (as he only heard strange noises, he felt,
nobody would stop him now if he would tell
his story, which means the AURA-story indeed,
but who cares?) So I start now. Our secret
service have had a bad start in 1993. We
couldn't prevent the purchase of Falcons by
Chris, Aeon and BDC. You know, Falcons, these
things making beep, pling, and sometimes even
plash, plash, plush, giong, hulp, oink,
Mrs. President: (slowly she has felt better) ...Are there
only psychopaths in our secret service?
X: Which secret service ?
Mrs. President: The now real secret service in our fictitious
X: I am not allowed to talk about such secret
Mrs. President: To resume: Yes.
X: Yes? Yes. Yes Aaah - Yes. Good, we couldn't
prevent the buying. But we heared the seller!
It was a big success. He told us, even a
fourth Falcon was selled and he supposed this
mysterious Falcon will be used for illegal
Mrs. President: (to the man next to her) Honeymoon, stand up.
And you sell us the 239 nuclear-submarines,
won't you? And we only pay the half price,
naaah? (the man) Nastrowje, woman, half
price? You are --&%aaargh/&$-$%&w$O""DK$aaaaa
(to herself): Bad luck darling, I think I am
the competition winner! (to fictitious agent)
Illegal? Any other proofs for activities
against our thing?
X: No, it's now sure, this machine is not in use
by AURA. They only bought it. In fact, Chris
made that deal, but we don't know with whom.
Mrs. President: (So let us live in peace and the guy killing
this agent will inherit my fictitious -or was
it green ?- bicycle)
X: Of course we observed the whole crew during
the last year. Badly, the watchers of Celtic
and Dark Angel died in February because of
Mrs. President: This must be exciting boys... (if I have to
observe this agent, I would fell asleep after
X: To complete, The Clash leave the crew or was
leaved because of passiveness. Nobody knows
further details. Dan of Freak Machine joined
the crew. He is the guy who made the grafics
of "Mathematica". This is only the start of
hard personal changes during 1993, so I will
continue with the happenings. First, maybe it
was in Feb. or in March, the three coders,
Aeon, Chris and BDC, met at BDCs house. Plans
about demos were made, hardware were
discussed and even exotic meats were cooked.
As we have installed a special television, in
which we could hide three complete agents, so
we know everything about this meeting. But
our sorrows were unnecessary, (even not good
enough to clean my dog-toilet) as nothing
happened after the party.
Mrs. President: Bit faster.
X: OK, during Easter there were a big party in
Bremen. Bremen is a town in the country which
is leaded by the huge man from part 1. The
"Fried Bits" party was organized by
Independent, by Channel 38, to be more
precise. To be much more precise, it was
organized by Stallion and Anz..
Mrs. President: ...whose mother was a friend of the dog of
the ca towner from the left house who never
cleans his dog-toilet. Listen: tell me the
things about AURA, and not unimportant stuff
X: (hell, she even knows where I live!!!)
Mrs. President: (to the %&w$O""DK$a-victim who is listening
interested (as well as possible with such a
headache)) Take a shower honey and don't
forget: half price!
X: In fact, in fact, only Chris and Aeon were at
the party. BDC wanted to go to a soccer
tournament in Italy. But fictitious or not,
we made him ill, so he had to be home during
eastern. So, so...aaahhhh, I think it was a
little...indeed a very small mistake.
Mrs. President: Yes???
X: During his recovery, he made a little demo. A
conversion of an old TCB screen. It was never
spreaded. It was never spreaded, as he
thought -like I do- it is lame.
Mrs. President: A yeah, you made him ill. I bet, nobody can
do demos during playing soccer. Pretty smart,
idiot. Again a little minus for you, stupid
clothesbrush! With three of them you have the
honour to check pet-clubs on the moon, even
if there are no pets!
X: (Presidents are all the same: assholes) Thank
you Mrs. President. OK, I think the party is
more important as lame demos made by ill
freaks. On the party the Independent asked
AURA to join. Three guys by Channel 38 asked
to join AURA. The dog of my neighbour asked
my cat to join his dog-toilet.
Mrs. President: Slow down. You joined whom and what is with
the dog? Channel 38 is a dog?
X: Dog? Why dog? A yes, Channel 38 is another
group of the Independent. Till then, no
dangerous crews were in that company. No
illegal activities, some partys, only shit.
The Channel 38 guys were two GFX-men,
Stallion and Amzac and a musician called
Beatbox (CHRONIST: and as I am not belonging
to the fictice service, it was very hard to
find out!) As AURA searched some GFXmen and
they wanted to do something against their
image as arrogant guys, AURA got three new
members. But our propaganda service, which is
real fictitious, did a good work and big
discussions were made about this in the AURA
Mrs. President: Informations about these guys.
X: Till their entry: none. Afterwards some
researches were made. We came to the result,
none of them is extremly dangerous or
possibly a aspirant to any Nobel-prize. They
are not such as brilliant as the other
AURAtis. (EDITORS NOTE: brilliant sound much
better as "scrap", don't you ? "scraaaaap".)
Mrs. President: ---
X: AURA joined the Independent. As we have lotsa
fictitious spies in the Independent, we
expected big observation-advantages to the
Mrs. President: You are playing risky games. Very risky games
I cannot plead for. You got your second
point. I hope for you not many other faults
were done. (but anyway, I wouldn't mind if
this guy would be on the moon...).
Mrs. President: What about megademos, dentros,
intercontinenatal rockets? And in general,
where are our REAL agents?
X: No, no rockets, they don't even work in
manufacturing, how should they produce such
things then? But I think, after reforms,
industrial revolution, the may produce
rockets in about 100 years. But my order was
to control the fictitious agents and observe
them for one year. That's the reason we have
no real agents here. Our old Mr. President
wanted (hopefully somebody will prison him
sometimes in a big teabottle!). Demos
negative. A Independent megademo was planned,
but as ever, nothing happened.
Mrs. President: OK, not your fault. I bet, if there would be
a woman leading this union, thousands of
demos would appear week by week ((Suddenly
all over the globe light turns on, on any
screen, in each book and in all toilets an
old face appears. The older ones who survived
the election campaigns identified it as the
face of the old Mr. President. The only thing
he said was: "Naaah kids, our fictitious
service gave them hell ! MAYDAY was not
Mrs. President: (who watched the face in an old cup of
coffee) I think we better ignore this. (to
herself): We really have to stop AURA, they
are becoming a bigger and bigger political
X: They are becoming a bigger and bigger
Mrs. President: You do nothing I do not want! I'm your chief!
X: Yes Mrs. President.
Mrs. President: So what did you do?
X: Our progaganda service spread rumours, e.g.
in Amazine-2 there which said that Chris and
BDC ripped the polygon-code from
"Mathematica". The note said that Equinox
claimed them, but this was just for tarnings.
Of course it is not true, BDC did the code
for himself, but it was a try.
Mrs. President: We should do more progaganda against them in
the future. How about printing paroles
against them on plates by McDonalds?
X: Great idea. To continue with the story. After
the party, Chris finished his DSP protracker
replay and released it in Independent. Aeon
started to work at his terminalprogram called
"Terminator" and his little game Twix, BDC
coded some DSP gourauds. The painters did
grafics for Lazer, Channel 38 and others.
Nothing interesting and of course no dentro
or any other kind of demo. Until August
Mrs. President: Did you use this time to destroy these
X: Oh yes! Ten fictitious agents which are close
to the completel destruction of the crew,
were killed by five real ones during the
election campaignes. As these five ran away
with nons, AURA were not under our control.
Mrs. President: I will check that. I can't believe this, if
you told me any lies, you get your third
point. If you told the truth, my secret
service minister gets 48 points at one time.
What did you do when you restarted the
further watching of these guys again ?
X: We decided to terminate them. We sent our big
violator to prison them in the void of space.
But he got a bit muddled after watching
himself in a mirror. So he only prisoned two
stereo speakers he stole from a warehouse. We
got pretty problems to tell the manager that
the violater is an fictitious agent and we
got much more problems to proove that
fictitious agents can't steal anything
because these two speakers were missing
Mrs. President: But it was a REAL agent!
X: If we told that, we had to pay the speakers.
So we told them they have rats in their store
and they ate it.
Mrs. President: I'm getting more and more confused of this
story. I hope our AURA-freaks didn't make
anything dangerous in this time.
X: No madame. To be more precise: they did
"Lamemine". A nice little nothing by BDC. It
is a conversion of Minesweeper and it used
VGA, the DSP-replay and some other things.
Mrs. President: A game, son? Tell me further details. Any
fictitious propaganda in it? Softwaredrugs?
X: As far as we know there aren't any secret and
illegal things in it.
Mrs. President: As far as you know ?
X: Yes, we tried to analyse it. But we got into
a muddled to finish level 1. So we even do
not know what behind is. Maybe there are
secret messages during level 2, we don't
Mrs. President: If our real experts can't finish it, I
suppose, nobody else can do.
X: I heard of a guy even finished level 14. But
he is not important to this story anyway. To
continue with the facts, AURA went to the
680xx-party held in Hamburg during August.
Nothing interesting from that party, except a
stunning preview by Eclipse. It was pretty
easy to eliminate them. We gave them to VTO
and they have to do pornogames for Mrs. O.
Sadly AURA is not such as easy to kick.
Although we broke their internal network by
buying the mailservice and cutting their
telephones, they were still alive in spring.
(there are some strange animal noises in the
background. It sounds like a fight between an
elephant and a radio in a french pub at 5 PM)
Sorry chief, my animals are wild. My cat just
killed my dog because it used the cat-toilet.
Do you have any pets?
Mrs. President: Sometimes. The last left 5 minutes ago
through the backdoor. Don't you have a dog-
X: The dog always uses my wardrobe to do his
Mrs. President: Hmmm. OK, clean your cat and call again.
Probably I use this time to order the
military to attac the last fictitious cities
in our globe. Oh yes, I think this would be
funny. Some little nuclear and biological
rokets on them. Boom! And gone to the
fictitious hunting-grounds. Anyway, attacing
with tanks and cruisers would be funny, too.
(motivated) See you. ((CLACK, she
X: Yes. ((CLACK, she interrupted))
(ten minutes later)
Mrs. President: Yeeeeessss?
X: Here's Elvis. I mean the password is Elvis.
Mrs. President: All right, just wait a moment. The tactical
fighters are now pretty close to their
destination. YEEAHHH ! Drop it, drop it, drop
the bomb!!! Do it! Do it, do it! (( Noises of
big explosions were heard though the
fictitiousvisions. )) Now they are gone. The
fictitivists are gone and we now concentrate
our forces to the destroying of AURA. So how
about you cat.
X: I killed it. It eats to much.
Mrs. President: We stopped in spring.
X: We got our first success. Our victim was
Aeon. He only mailtraded at this time and we
decided to use him to kill the AURA-kernal.
We installed a phone at his house and he only
mailtraded with boring people al of the time.
He now don't have any time to code or keeping
contacts with other members. He didn't
answer letters, never called back and nobody
knows about him any more. We are really proud
to this first win.
Mrs. President: Me, too. Real work, agents.
X: We immediately started to influence Chris and
BDC. Chris was very busy with his studies and
screenspain, a little proggy to increase
screenresolution. He was very harmless during
spring. BDC finished a little screen, but we
talked to him in the sleep not to release it.
We succeeded again. So nothing happened and
we prepared to the final attac. But there are
things happening nobody could expected. JMS,
a grafic man of Animal Mine painted some
logos for BDC. They made him believing
releasing a demo wouldn't be bad. So
"brainbug" started. We tried everything to
stop the demo, but we failed. We put wodka in
the waterbottles, we crashed their harddiscs,
we hid discs, we painted their house, we
instructed their teachers to give them more
work, everything failed. We failed, we lost.
We sent Maydays. And the Big Fictitious did
not help us. ...PAUSE...THINKING... Huuah, I
mean the Big Real did not help us.
Mrs. President: You got point three or four, after reporting,
you go back to the moon, isn't it?
X: Please, please, not again!
Mrs. President: It was a nice night till now. Maybe I will
decrement your score. I will think about it.
But you have to collect many bonusses to get
X: Thanks a lot! Thanks. Thx. T. I always won
Tempest 2000 so I hope not to get this fourth
Mrs. President: I don't care. Go on.
X: At Easter the "Fried Bits"-Party was again
held in Bremen. Stallion, Anzac, Beatbox,
Dan, BDC and Chris were there. Except Aeon
the whole crew. Of course we were there, too.
They made plans for a new demo. But this time
we succeeded. Lazer, some agents of us, asked
Dan to join them. Dan, also an "IM"
(inofficial member) of our service drawn many
graphics for their latest demo instead of
making animations for AURA. So we thought, we
can destroy AURA by getting him away
Mrs. President: And???
X: Yes. Dan left, AURA didn't. And in Bremen
they did a demo again. They used this old
screen mentioned above and a new one by Chris
to participate in the <Shorttro> competition.
As all effects were real time and completely
running on the DSP, they won. We included
some bugs in the code, but at the
presentation the demo works fine.
Mrs. President: What bugs?
X: Yes, our "experts" removed the VGA-fix, so it
didn't run on these monitors, although it was
coded on this ones. But the presentation
screen was no VGA-mon. I sent the experts for
agricultural work on the moon.
Mrs. President: Did you terminate the demo spreaders?
X: No, but we made them a very bad press. Some
people thought, <Shorttro> means a 24 hour
screen. We used this guys for propaganda
against AURA. Stallion organizised the party
and so we made this guys said that AURA knew
longer of this kind of competition. Sadly,
this was a lie, but nobody cares.
Mrs. President: Goody. And now ?
X: I don't know anything. After the proTOS in
Ulm, nobody of them were seen again. We don't
know, maybe old members of the forgotten
'Fictitious Service' killed them in a
forgotten mission, maybe they make 'Naked Gun
1223-In search for another green
paintingprogramm', probably they are running
out of space and finding another race or
quite simply, they are hidden in the
wastelands to make another demo. Or they are
licensed by Pepsi to rescue Michael Jackson
out of a monkey-cave. I heard somebody saw
them in New Zealand searching for Kiwis.
Another one said they are fighting against
Mrs. President: If there will be any hints about
dem oactivities, eliminate them. No, better
eliminate the whole Independent. Or better,
eliminate Atari and Commodore. But better,
use nuclear weapons to blow their discspace?
I mean blow their planet, make them
fictitious or hire the Spanish Inquisition,
or better: send them to god.
X: Great idea. But I think Commodore is dead and
Atari only produces Jaguars. But you are
right, please give me the adress of god.
Mrs. President: Call our real headquarter. Password: "Don't
forget the toast". Bye.
X: Hello? Hello? Hello! OK. Headquarter.
Voice: (editors not: secret voice)
X: Mrs. President sent me to get an adress from
X: Aah. Something with toasts I guess. I think
she wanted to make breakfast.
X: I don't know if she wanted to make breakfast
in America. But please, give me the adress.
Last note of the chronist: I don't know if our planet will be
destroyed because of a decision made before breakfast after an
alcoholic night, but I think I should tell you that I did my best
translating the dialogue from fictitious to English. Probably
there are hundred of grammar bugs in english but they are only
I dedicate this story to the year 1992, which was the best year
between 1991 and 1993.
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