Subject: Re: Darkness Assending, the Missing Scene From: Infinity@world.std.com (Captain Infinity) Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.tv.babylon5,alt.fan.tom-servo,rec.arts.sf.tv,alt.tv.babylon-5 Date: Mon, 8 Jun 1998 Message-ID: <email@example.com> In article <firstname.lastname@example.org> "Illusion" wrote *some* of these things: >Lennier and Ship slipped through hyperspace, following * the Yellow Brick Road. The Bizarro Munchkins had invented >a tachyon beam which would lead them either to Truth, % Justice, and the American Way or to the secret PEZ factory >or to Death. Possibly both. It did not matter. "I * can't count past two, never could, never will. That's why I >live for the One," he thought, "I die for the One." % I serve drinks to the One. I do the One's laundry." > * >A secret voice deep within his soul added a third line % to the mirror, then snorted it up. Tiny chirping birdies danced >to the incantation; "I love the One." * > % >Such a thing could never be said aloud, of course, and * this was because the Rangers had trained him to be a mime. Then >this thought sent a small ache of regret through him. % "My nose is white. I always wanted to wear the big red nose, but >"It may already be too late," he thought, "to reveal this * clownish part of my personality. Why did I have to keep it a >secret. But perhaps it is no secret at all. Perhaps." % Perhaps they all call me "MinBozo" behind my back. Perhaps. Perhaps." > * > "Oxygen level now at twenty one don't hit, you'll bust. Bankroll at 42 > percent and falling," Ship said to him, "The House will not comp you much longer." > its calm mechanical voice % frightened him. A straight razor was > slicing through his distracted * eyeball, washing away his > emotional drift like a % emotional drift that was washed away by a >straight razor through an eyeball. * > % >He tried to regain focus. He mentally moved the * legband of his shorts. "My bone aches" he thought, but pushed the >thought aside, and returned his attention to his % issue of "Playbari" in his hand. He felt a swelling in his >C'hak'ra, the center of his soul. He envisioned * himself rolling in field of soap bubbles. He noticed >a glowing dot at the core of his being, watched it % aim itself like the sight on a laser rifle. His eggnog began to >swirl and pulsate. He let his mind drift within * the cup, playing tag with the Nog, and tapping the Egg against >the shell of his body, much as his body drifted % within the cup, playing tag with the Nog, and tapping the egg >within the shell of his Ship. He watched with * dismay as repetitive redundancies grew like Monolith Monsters. The >detached awareness as his body functioned, and % he took a pair of mental tweezers to his mental splinter. Then he >examined his inner systems with awe and curiosity. * Then, in a hurry to end the story, he flew into a nearby sun. THE END >_.~`'`~._ Illusion _.~`'`~._ > This came to me in a dream That'll teach you to mix cheap rum with Mr. Pibb, you dingaling. ** Captain Infinity
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