From: Jason A Werner [c577200@showme.missouri.edu] Sent: Thursday, November 04, 1999 2:52 PM To: blue_planet@lists.imagiconline.com Subject: Re: [BLUE PLANET] - Date: Wed, 3 Nov 1999 13:36:19 -0600 Derek: I'm not exactly sure where it is on the website, but somewhere out there in e-space should be the plans for the boat Red Sky Charters uses. You'll hear us refer every once in a while to RSC, which is the ongoing campaign run by Jeff Barber that includes myself, Jim Heivilin, and assorted others from the local Biohazard community. It's a pretty standard boat-type boat, if memory serves. It does employ hydrofoils, but if the horsepower is available to get the boat out of the water in the first place, why not use it? Thanks for your interest, and hope you enjoy the game. -Jason Werner Biohazard Games ------------------------------------------------ I lacked the courage to investigate the weaknesses of the wicked, because I discovered they are the same as the weaknesses of the saintly. - Wm. of Baskerville -------------------------------------------------- *************************************************************************** To unsubscribe from this list send mail to majordomo@lists.imagiconline.com with the line 'unsubscribe blue_planet' as the body of the message. From: Jens Alm [jens.alm.189@student.lu.se] Sent: Thursday, November 04, 1999 9:32 AM To: blue_planet@lists.imagiconline.com Subject: [BLUE PLANET] - Bionics - the side-effects Just a little story I wrote a couple of years ago. It was originally written for my own cyberpunk-game (Darkpunk), but I realized that it applies equally to a (dark) BP-setting. The sensmorale is that there are more to bionics than you see in the commercials. Hunter ------ A hunter walks slowly through the undergrowth, beneath the trees who's crowns turn the day into dusk. He walks alone, for he prefers it that way. With other people around, his instincts get all mixed up. He is not afraid of the jungle, he sees it not as an enemy, but as a friend. He never was afraid of the dark, of the unknown, because he knew that he wouldn't find anything more dangerous than himself, human or beast. His head starts to ache again as he drinks the cold water from the creek. The throbbing pain comes from just inside the eyes. Subconsciously, he fingers the scar on his left temple, feeling it all the way until it vanishes into the newly grown hair. Suddenly a noise, he turns around, from the thousands of sounds in the jungle, he catches the metallic click of a safety on a firearm. Electrons rush through the chip implanted in his brain. Lightning fast analysis of his sensory impulses are made. A weak current emits from the chip, stimulating a group of artificial neurones in his frontal lobes. The signal rapidly propagates through the brain, activating several different areas. Chemicals pump out into the bloodstream, adrenaline, endorphines, steroids. His heartbeat suddenly increases, his breathing gets heavier, his muscular tonus starts to build up. His body is entering an artificially induced emergency state, he is prepared to fight or to flee. The bullet hits him in his left arm and the signal travels through his nerves to his brain, carrying the message of pain. But it never makes it there. The signal is intercepted in the cortex by yet another electronic device. It evaluates the message and terminates it. Reports of the injury are sent to the central processor lying subdermally in the hunters neck. The visual inputs are evaluated and compared with the damagereport. Different parameters are weighed against each other and so a decision is made. Signals are transmitted to the unhurt arm, pistol is raised and appears on visual input. The processor executes the aiming routine against the assigned target and issues the order of fire. The revolver fires twice, both shots hit the throat of the African and he is dead before he hits the ground. The hunter dives for cover and thereby evades the burst of machine-gun fire. Quickly but stealthy he crawls away from the ambush. He will live to see another day and for this he can thank the chips installed in his brain and his spine. But he doesn't, for he will also live another night, and the nightmares are if anything becoming more vivid and the scenes more grotesque. And as he goes on, he curses the steadily increasing pain behind the eyes. -- Jens Alm Student of Medicine, Lund University, Sweden jens.alm.189@student.lu.se