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Steal This Mind (InfoWar / Part III of The True Story of the InterNet

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Title: The True Story of the Internet Part II

The True Story of the InterNet
Part III


Final Frontier of the Digital Revolution

Behind the ElectroMagnetic Curtain

by TruthMonger <[email protected]>

Copyright 1997 Pearl Publishing

InfoWar Table of Contents

Steal This Mind!

The wild-eyed, disheveled figure sat hunched over the keyboard of his laptop, frantically seeking meaning in the words that lay before him.

Who was he? What was his name? Why couldn't he remember?
Was it the doctors? It had to be the doctors, that was the only explanation.

"Hello, Arnold. How are you fooling today?"

The man furtively lowered the screen on his laptop, hiding his important work from the prying eyes of the doctor. ("I won't be fooled again." he vowed to himself, "no matter who I am.")

"Hello, Dr. the Platypus." Arnold (he knew that wasn't his real name) said, cautiously.

"Peas, call me ?." the doctor replied, with a warm, caring smile.
The doctor nodded toward the laptop, saying, "Oar ewe still having those confusions about being 'ewe know who'?"

Arnold hated it when the doctors did this…teasing him about his memory loss in regard to who was really, on the InterNet, where a person could still be free…could still be anything he wanted to be, as long as he was a cleaver forager. ("Damn!" thought Arnold. "now he's got me doing it, too. I have to resist." )
"I'll ask the CypherPunks who I am." Arnold said, defiantly. "They are my friends."

Dr. ? the Platypus roared out in laughter, shaking his head in disbelief that this lunatic was so far out of touch with reality. He decided that it would be rude to have all the fun himself, so he turned to the grouchy old man who had just sat down beside him and said, "Well, I think Arnold needs a second opinion. What do you think, Doctor May?"

A 34th degree Mason, Dr. Tim C. May knew that it would be cruel to feed this deranged crackpot's delusions…so he proceeded to do so.
"Of course they are your friends, Arnold. That's why they have agreed to help us with your treatment."
Dr. May smiled at Dr. the Platypus, who was grinning from ear to ear, and continued.
"We told them that mentioning 'you know who' on the CypherPunk mailing list would only feed your illusions of grandeur, so your dear, dear friends, the CypherPunks, have agreed not to tell you the name of your imaginary InterNet persona."

Arnold was pouting, now. He knew they were making fun of him.
"You're lying!" he said. "I'm no foal!"

Dr. the Platypus laughed loudly, once again, at this sign that his treatments were having the desired affect on Arnold's grammar.
"Berry good, Arnold. Ewe are doing much bladder, but I thank we will have to increase the number of your agraphia treat mints just the same. As a matter of fact, we have already called in a specialist to augment your electroshock treat mints with a special toilet plunger technique developed at the Mayonnaise Clinic in Forest Hills, NY, by some very experienced police sturgeons."

"His name is Hun." Dr. May added. "Dr. Attila T. Hun."

The two doctors laughed heartily, once again sending Arnold into a fit of stubborn insolence.

"I'll find out from the Magic Circle." Arnold stated boldly, "They'll tell me. I'm a very important person. I'm writing Part III of 'The True Story of the InterNet' for them. I am calling it "Space Aliens Hide My Drugs."

Arnold was relieved to see Dr. Back, joining the group gathered at his table. Even in his confused state, he was certain that Dr. Back was on his side. He was a good man.

Dr. Adam Back put his arm around Arnold tenderly, and looked into his eyes with deep concern, saying, "I'm afraid that I have some bad news for you, Arnold."
He paused for a moment, smiling at the other doctors, and then continued, "Part III is titled 'InfoWar.' It is being written by a wide variety of people, just like Part I and Part II."

Dr. Back's eyes then grew cold and hard as he leaned closer to Arnold, until they sat face to face, only inches between them.
In a steadily rising voice he told Arnold, "It's going to be about real CypherPunks and real members of the Magic Circle, not about some stupid, Carpetbagging, rude, insane interloper who couldn't carry the Jockstrap of REAL members of the CypherPunks and the Magic Circle. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!??"

Arnold was shaking in his boots, clutching his laptop in his arms as if it were a magic talisman which could spirit him away, back to the virtual reality of the InterNet, where he was safe. His body began twitching and he fell to the floor, beginning to shake violently.

"He's having another fit!" Dr. the Platypus cried out to a nearby aide. "Quick, get the toilet plunger."

The aide rushed over with the toilet plunger, as Dr. Tim C. May said, "Now place it between his teeth, so he doesn't bite his tongue."

The aide looked at the vile, feces encrusted handle on the toilet plunger and asked, hesitantly, "Are you sure that's a good idea, Dr. May?"

Dr. ? the Platypus put his hand on the aide's shoulder, to reassure him.
"It's OK, Dr. May is TruthMonger. Trust him…"

Copyright 1997 Dev Null Publishing

Dev Null <[email protected]>

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