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From: Johnathan Walde 
Subject: [OW!99] The Journey Goes On...and on...and on...
Date: 10 Jan 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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[The scene:  The former location of the Bastion of Neutrality]

The camera pans over the amazingly blank-looking scene.  A sizely
Bastion of Neutrality-shaped hole could be seen, but other than that, it
was a rather boring place to watch.

Of course, if one were feeling particularly observant, they might've
noticed what appeared to be a Phoenix-shaped molecule wending it's way
away from the above-mentioned Bastion-hole.  They also might've observed
that said Phoenix-shaped molecule was only about a foot away from the
Bastion-hole.  Of course, in order for one to be this observant, one
would either have to have damn good eyes or zoom the camera in closer.

And closer.

Closer.

A little to the left.

No, your other left.

A bit closer.

Closer.

Up a bit.

A little closer.

Just about there.

Closer.

A tiny bit closer.



Too close.

And thus, our story may continue.

---

  It was a long and strenuous journey.  The road seemed unusually rough
today, almost as if they were in fact not driving on a paved road, but
rather bouncing off the tops of countless numbers of atoms and molecules
while shrunk to a size where solid matter is reduced to the size of
nitrogen.  But, naaah, that's just silly.

  The hero of our story, Johnathan, seems almost completely unphazed as
he swerves around what appears to be a humongous movie-camera lens which
just appeared in his path, and continues on his previous heading towards
the Amichanian base camp.

  'Hmmm...that's strange.  I should've reached the ABC by now.  It must
be further than I estimated.' ponders Johnathan, as he bounces over yet
another concrete-atom.  "You sure we're going in the right direction,
Kenny?"

  The black kitten looks up from his makeshift cat nest made of the
shredded remains of a map.  "Mrowl!"

  "Okay, you're the navigator."  With that, Johnathan puts his foot down
on the gas pedal, forcing the 1984 Pontiac Phoenix to fly along at it's
top speed of 50km/h.[1]  Wending his way through the still abundant
Nitrogen molecules, he continues his trek to infiltrate the Amichanians.

TBC?  Who knows.
--
[1] That's about 31mph, for all you non metric types.
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