A Passing Evil Monkey Obsessed Genius Speaks
Monkey Doctor
through the doorway. There is noise, and dust - mostly from the top of
the door, as it appears not to have been opened in a while. The dust
settles, and Ratz eyes him warily.
"Quite the entrance there." He remarked callmly.
"It seemed a little quiet." The MD shrugged. "Well, i'm here. Set me
up with some bourbon, some smokes and a typewriter." The exquisitely
suited body parked itself on a stool at the bar. "I have to write a
memo".
"Very well. Unusual you don't have any smokes." Ratz half enquired,
while slapping a fresh pack on the counter.
"Well, it appears I no longer smoke out there, when *she* is looking."
he replied slightly sadly, while tearing open the packet.
"Is the good Doctor referring to the encroaching state, or a lady?"
Ratz asked.
"No comment. No where's that damn typewriter?" MD asked impatiently.
"I got to get this memo down." Ratz turned and headed out to the back
of the bar. If the MD cleared out his bar, it would just mean he had
less stock to serve his no customers. The MD lit up a smoke, meandered
to the Jukebox, and put on Radiodread. To nobody in particular, he
waved his cigarette theatrically, then spoke a simple manifesto.
"Fuck change. Or maybe not. Who knows. But whatever it is..." He
paused, to punctuate the utterance with a cloud of smoke, " ... Fuck
it."
Charleson Mambo
Mambo insinuated his way into the bar, his form unfolding not from the
shadows but from the space between shadow and light.
He stretched his back with a loud pop. "Bugger, I should have gone
with my first instinct. I knew that was going to be worthless as a
shortcut."
Mambo walked over to the bar and signaled Ratz for his usual.
"Oh, hey MD, it's been too long. How's life treating you?"
Charleson Mambo
Monkey Doctor
"Oh, you know. Like, with stuff." The MD replied nonchalantly, as if
Mambo's sudden appearance from between the spam layers was not a meat
byproduct based miracle. He bowed his head and spoke as if offering
the most sage of advice. "Beware persons of Eastern European descent.
In particular, do not drink in their company. It will only lead to
physical discomfort." Mambo nodded assent.
"Been drinking have we?" he offered.
"Probably. Be rude not to. But.. " A cigarette was waved theatrically,
to ensure continuance of a theme, ".. yes. I have. I should address
your question, I suppose."
"That would be - " Charleson paused for the right word, " - polite, I
suppose." The MD nodded.
"It would. Hmm, the basics. Have acquired a Permanent Secretary of
Asian origin, so a good chalk on the CP board for that." the MD
pointed at a dartboard which Ratz must have installed to pass the
time. "At least a double sixteen for that I think. However I have
moved continents, to one of the least Cyberpunk cities of the world,
Sydney. I mean, what's gritty and futuristic about hitting the beach
and fishing?" The MD looked questioningly at Charleson, perhaps hoping
for an out.
"Not much, i'm afraid." he replied, offering no reprieve.
"Add to that the Punk went out of the StealthPunk, at which point you
become one who is stealthily hiding nothing, so there's no point. You
may as well hang out with Alias and build a megamall." the MD sighed
glumly. "Hence my Fuck Change manifesto. So, how's you?"
Charleson Mambo
> > "Oh, hey MD, it's been too long. How's life treating you?"
>
> "Oh, you know. Like, with stuff." The MD replied nonchalantly, as if
> Mambo's sudden appearance from between the spam layers was not a meat
> byproduct based miracle. He bowed his head and spoke as if offering
> the most sage of advice. "Beware persons of Eastern European descent.
> In particular, do not drink in their company. It will only lead to
> physical discomfort." Mambo nodded assent.
> "Been drinking have we?" he offered.
> "Probably. Be rude not to. But.. " A cigarette was waved theatrically,
> to ensure continuance of a theme, ".. yes. I have. I should address
> your question, I suppose."
> "That would be - " Charleson paused for the right word, " - polite, I
> suppose." The MD nodded.
> "It would. Hmm, the basics. Have acquired a Permanent Secretary of
> Asian origin, so a good chalk on the CP board for that." the MD
> pointed at a dartboard which Ratz must have installed to pass the
> time. "At least a double sixteen for that I think. However I have
> moved continents, to one of the least Cyberpunk cities of the world,
> Sydney. I mean, what's gritty and futuristic about hitting the beach
> and fishing?" The MD looked questioningly at Charleson, perhaps hoping
> for an out.
Hm, living on a tropical island and not having gone to a beach in
years?
Other than that...
> "Not much, i'm afraid." he replied, offering no reprieve.
> "Add to that the Punk went out of the StealthPunk, at which point you
> become one who is stealthily hiding nothing, so there's no point. You
> may as well hang out with Alias and build a megamall." the MD sighed
> glumly. "Hence my Fuck Change manifesto. So, how's you?"
Working crazy hours for next to no money. I've been involved with a
local sci-fi/anime/everything-else convention which has been growing
almost too fast to handle. And the rest of the time trying to get a
gaming store up off the ground with a couple of friends.
Alias is building a megamall? I hope he takes the opportunity to add
some back doors and hidden tunnels.
Heard of any other "regulars"?
Charleson Mambo
Monkey Doctor
"Well, apart from a and his megamalls, Goobs and her pet lurker seem
to be engaged in some sort of cloning program. ded-T is still not
quite as dead as he claims but that's about it." The MD smiles. "But
Ratz is still here and serving, so i'm going to get wasted until I
*think* everyone is here and I can see enough Mambos to do a Tango!"
MD
Gabor
I ATE'NT DEAD!
Just didn't really feel like wading through the spam. Been keeping
busy working as the resident bastard for a smallish printing shop/
studio in Munich. Contentment being the enemy of creativity, I didn't
write anything in a while (code doesn't count, right?). The newspapers
here read like a bad prequel to Brazil. I'm thinking about building a
hydroponic garden on my balcony.
HeaDCase