From cosc19kh@elroy.uh.edu (Happy Mammal Department)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: [Louis/Oberon, Inc.]  Well, I've no pressing appointments....
Date: 8 May 1993 17:32 CDT

CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu (Chris Meadows) writes...

[Louis thinks momentarily on giant, evil corporate organizations.]

>Kevin watched the nervous expressions flicker across her face.
> 
>>>"Besides...there are other things you can do for me besides being
>>>a guide.  For example, if something happens, like new arrivals or
>>>something, people on the street tend to talk about it.  It would
>>>be worth a lot to me to have a source who can tell me about all
>>>that."

[Louis proceeds to think on giant, evil Mafia-esque organizations.]

>Kevin guessed at what she must be thinking from her expressions.
>"I'm not the godfather or anything..." he said.  "Look at me, I'm
>just 18 terran years old.  I'm just a kid who's looking for help
>doing MY job--the vice president of Oberon, Incorporated."
> 
>He snorted.  "Sounds like a big job, doesn't it?  It's not,
>really.  I just get to ride around on my Excal bike and do
>busywork like putting up fliers, while my big bro does all
>the work.  Oh, and I have to help decorate the showroom, too."
>He grinned.  "I just want to be of some use to my brother, and
>I think I'm going to need some peoples' help to do that.  People
>like you."

She sat there and pondered some more, absently tugging on her 
whiskers.  It didn't really sound so bad.  It might even be more
entertaining than sitting around in parking lots and watching ants
creep around.  (She thought that was very funny, and attempted at
veiling her abrupt grin by coughing a little.)

[Louis asks on what this informant-kinda job requires.]

>Kevin shrugged.  "Oh, not much, really.  If you should hear anything
>interesting, you tell me about it, and if I need to find someplace
>and you know where it is, you would show me the way there."  He added,
>"I could also find you a small apartment in the Oberon workers' 'plex
>if you wanted.  It's not much, but it has a bed and a 'fresher, and
>locks on the doors so no one can get in unless you want them to."

The rodent-girl leaned back in her chair and did a non-verbal wow.  A 
whole apartment, she thought.  Maybe even with a tv.  Not too bad,
maybe.

She shrugged.  "Okay," she said simply, "I'll do it.  Now what?"


Donovan / La Ratoncita Louis
"Then are they glad, because they are at rest:  and so he bringeth them
unto the haven where they would be."  --The Book of Common Prayer



From CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu (Chris Meadows)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: "Louis/Oberon, Inc."  Louis' Registration
Date: Sat, 08 May 93 19:47:18 CDT

In article <8MAY199317323492@elroy.uh.edu>
cosc19kh@elroy.uh.edu (Happy Mammal Department) writes:
 
>CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu (Chris Meadows) writes...
 
>>Kevin guessed at what she must be thinking from her expressions.
>>"I'm not the godfather or anything..." he said.  "Look at me, I'm
>>just 18 terran years old.  I'm just a kid who's looking for help
>>doing MY job--the vice president of Oberon, Incorporated."
 
>>He snorted.  "Sounds like a big job, doesn't it?  It's not,
>>really.  I just get to ride around on my Excal bike and do
>>busywork like putting up fliers, while my big bro does all
>>the work.  Oh, and I have to help decorate the showroom, too."
>>He grinned.  "I just want to be of some use to my brother, and
>>I think I'm going to need some peoples' help to do that.  People
>>like you."
 
>She sat there and pondered some more, absently tugging on her
>whiskers.  It didn't really sound so bad.  It might even be more
>entertaining than sitting around in parking lots and watching ants
>creep around.  (She thought that was very funny, and attempted at
>veiling her abrupt grin by coughing a little.)
 
>[Louis asks on what this informant-kinda job requires.]
 
[Edward tells her: Not Much]
 
>>"I could also find you a small apartment in the Oberon workers' 'plex
>>if you wanted.  It's not much, but it has a bed and a 'fresher, and
>>locks on the doors so no one can get in unless you want them to."
 
>The rodent-girl leaned back in her chair and did a non-verbal wow.  A
>whole apartment, she thought.  Maybe even with a tv.  Not too bad,
>maybe.
 
>She shrugged.  "Okay," she said simply, "I'll do it.  Now what?"
 
Kevin pulled out his Pocket Secretary, a device about the size of
a TI graphing calculator of the 20th century, and punched some keys.
The SereNet logo came up, then the Oberon, Inc. corporate computer
logo.  He punched in his access code, went into his personnel files
area.  "Jer and I have this little deal," Kevin explained conspira-
torially.  "I don't mess with the people he hires, he doesn't mess
with the people I hire."  He looked up.  "Uh, okay...what's your
name?"
 
"Okay, uh, Louis...hm.  I assume an apartment at the 'plex will be
okay?  Yes...all right, let me find an empty one and assign it to
you...there.  Oh, one more thing.  I need you to sign here..."  He
removed a stylus from the side of the pocket secretary pointed to
a dotted line on the screen, and handed them over to Louis.  "Don't
worry about what it is you're signing...it's just a statement of
receipt.  Feel free to read it if you want to."
 
After Louis had signed the screen and handed the device back, Kevin
pulled a small black case out of his pocket and set it on the table.
He pressed a button on top of it, and it slid open to reveal a kind
of wristwatch-like thing, only it had a screen and a speaker grille
on it.  "I'm issuing that to you...all Oberon employees wear them."
He pushed back his sleeve to show a similar model, though it was plated
in gold and bore the brand name "Rolexx" (not a typo).  "It's a micro-
comp uplink to SereNet."  He grinned.  "One of the benefits of working
for Oberon is a free basic SereNet account.  I'll show you how to use
it later--you can also access it from any public terminal.  The watch
is a bit limited, but it's a neat gadget and I like it."
 
"So..." Kevin said.  "Will you want to go see your apartment now?  Or
do you want to stay and watch the band?"
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From cosc19kh@elroy.uh.edu (Happy Mammal Department)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: [Louis/Oberon, Inc.]  Tech update
Date: 9 May 1993 01:24 CDT

CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu (Chris Meadows) writes...

[Louis what the job requires, gets reply:  Not much.  (Which is
fortunate.:) ]

>>>"I could also find you a small apartment in the Oberon workers' 'plex
>>>if you wanted.  It's not much, but it has a bed and a 'fresher, and
>>>locks on the doors so no one can get in unless you want them to."
> 
>>The rodent-girl leaned back in her chair and did a non-verbal wow.  A
>>whole apartment, she thought.  Maybe even with a tv.  Not too bad,
>>maybe.
> 
>>She shrugged.  "Okay," she said simply, "I'll do it.  Now what?"
> 
>Kevin pulled out his Pocket Secretary, a device about the size of
>a TI graphing calculator of the 20th century, and punched some keys.
>The SereNet logo came up, then the Oberon, Inc. corporate computer
>logo.  He punched in his access code, went into his personnel files
>area.  "Jer and I have this little deal," Kevin explained conspira-
>torially.  "I don't mess with the people he hires, he doesn't mess
>with the people I hire."  He looked up.  "Uh, okay...what's your
>name?"

She blinked a few times.  [piku piku]  "Uh... Louis, just Louis."

>"Okay, uh, Louis...hm.  I assume an apartment at the 'plex will be
>okay?  Yes...all right, let me find an empty one and assign it to
>you...there.  Oh, one more thing.  I need you to sign here..."  He
>removed a stylus from the side of the pocket secretary pointed to
>a dotted line on the screen, and handed them over to Louis.  "Don't
>worry about what it is you're signing...it's just a statement of
>receipt.  Feel free to read it if you want to."

She gave it a cursory glance; it looked okay.  As for the stylus, her
paw-hands were a little clumsy, and her signature ended up looking
like some sort of scribble.

>After Louis had signed the screen and handed the device back, Kevin
>pulled a small black case out of his pocket and set it on the table.
>He pressed a button on top of it, and it slid open to reveal a kind
>of wristwatch-like thing, only it had a screen and a speaker grille
>on it.  "I'm issuing that to you...all Oberon employees wear them."
>He pushed back his sleeve to show a similar model, though it was plated
>in gold and bore the brand name "Rolexx" (not a typo).  "It's a micro-
>comp uplink to SereNet."  He grinned.  "One of the benefits of working
>for Oberon is a free basic SereNet account.  I'll show you how to use
>it later--you can also access it from any public terminal.  The watch
>is a bit limited, but it's a neat gadget and I like it."
> 
>"So..." Kevin said.  "Will you want to go see your apartment now?  Or
>do you want to stay and watch the band?"

"Suppose I'll, well, watch a bit.  For a little.  I mean listen."  She
glanced back from following some of the band members' moving around.
"I mean, you know, music, why not?  Music."


Donovan / Louis
"Personal note:  stick witty quote here before posting."  :)



From CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu (Chris Meadows)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: [Louis/Oberon, Inc.]  Watch this!
Date: Sun, 09 May 93 02:00:37 CDT

ADMIN: The character Louis belongs to cosk19kh@elroy.uh.edu (I
sort of deleted his signature, and can't recall what he named
himself.  :)  He and I worked out the conversation that follows
on FurryMUCK about 15 minutes ago, so you can assume that what
is below is pretty much what Louis said.  I realize that I can't
write for her like he can...so you're going to have to make al-
lowances.  Here goes.
 
 
In article <9MAY199301243790@elroy.uh.edu>
cosc19kh@elroy.uh.edu (Happy Mammal Department) writes:
 
>CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu (Chris Meadows) writes...
>
>[Louis asks what the job requires, gets reply: Not much.  (Which is
>fortunate.:) ]
 
[Kevin throws in offer of apartment.]
 
>>>She shrugged.  "Okay," she said simply, "I'll do it.  Now what?"
 
[Kevin accesses the Oberon, Inc. computer through SereNet.  He
asks Louis' name.]
 
>She blinked a few times.  [piku piku]  "Uh... Louis, just Louis."
 
[Kevin adds Louis' record, asks her to sign a receipt on the computer
screen.]
 
>She gave it a cursory glance; it looked okay.  As for the stylus, her
>paw-hands were a little clumsy, and her signature ended up looking
>like some sort of scribble.
 
[Kevin gives Louis a wristcomm...a small wristwatch-like device with
a Hideo screen and microphone on it.]
 
>>"I'm issuing that to you...all Oberon employees wear them."
>>He pushed back his sleeve to show a similar model, though it was plated
>>in gold and bore the brand name "Rolexx" (not a typo).  "It's a micro-
>>comp uplink to SereNet."  He grinned.  "One of the benefits of working
>>for Oberon is a free basic SereNet account.  I'll show you how to use
>>it later--you can also access it from any public terminal.  The watch
>>is a bit limited, but it's a neat gadget and I like it."
 
>>"So..." Kevin said.  "Will you want to go see your apartment now?  Or
>>do you want to stay and watch the band?"
 
>"Suppose I'll, well, watch a bit.  For a little.  I mean listen."  She
>glanced back from following some of the band members' moving around.
>"I mean, you know, music, why not?  Music."
 
Kevin nodded.  "Say, do you want me to show you how to work that wrist-
comm?"
 
Louis looked at the device, which was fastened loosely about her wrist
despite being at its tightest setting.  "Uh, I guess."
 
Kevin pushed back his sleeve to demonstrate.  "Now you just say your
name...oh, wait, that reminds me, I almost forgot."  He pressed a but-
ton on his pocket secretary.  "Speak into this mike.  Say, 'My name is
Louis.'"
 
A little uncertainly, Louis repeated the words, and the computer beeped.
"There.  Fully validated.  Now...you just say your name into the micro-
phone on the wristcomm, and tell it what you want.  For example..."  He
held his own watch close to his face.  "Kevin Wycoff.  SereNet.  Email."
The screen lit up with the SereNet logo, and then a small list of mail
headers came up.  "Off."  The screen flickered off.
 
"It can display video and audio in full color, though it can't do 3D,
and it can also pick up local TV and radio stations if you want."
 
"Radio," Louis said.
 
"No...you have to say your name first," Edward said.
 
"No," Louis said.  "It can BE a radio.  I don't want radio now."
 
"Uh, that's right," Kevin said.  "Or it can access SereNet...you
have an account there now."  Kevin decided he'd wait until later
to try to explain SereNet to her.  It looked like the band was
about ready to start, so he decided to forget about it for now
and just enjoy the show.  After all, as Louis had just said, "I
mean, you know, music, why not?"  Why not indeed?  In fact, the
music had been one of the main reasons he'd originally come here
in the first place.  By all means, let the band perform.  And he
hoped that they would be as good as the talk on SereNet said they
would.
 
[Pssst, metlay, Scott Kellog...that's your cue... ;) ;) ]
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