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Captain Nintendo
as featured in Nintendo Power
issues 3 and 4 (Nov. 1988 - Feb., 1989)

"Are you hurt?" Tara asked.

"N-no, I think I'm O.K." managed Brett, trying to get his bearing, but feeling a little out of it. "My skin... I just feel very... sensitive... to the light; almost like I could control it. It doesn't hurt. I can just feel it. It's hard to explain."

"But Brett!" said Max, "There's hardly any light in here!"

True enough. The only light that wasn't blown out was the one given off by the monitor on which Brett had been playing Metroid."

"Brett, is this suppose to be like this?" Max inquired, staring at the screen.

"Blast my asteroids!!!" exclaimed Brett, "No! that shouldn't be like that at all!"

"What in the world? That's impossible!" cried Tara, moving closer to the screen. All three were now transfixed by the monitor and all three knew something was definitely wrong. On the screen was the scene from metroid, where Samus was standing on a platform, ready to fire missles at the sinister Mother Brain. What was definitely wrong was that Mother Brain was nowhere to be found.

"It's gone!" said Brett."The Brain is gone! What the heck is going on here? Where's my NES Advantage? Darn, I wish it was brighter in here."

Suddenly the room became brighter; bright enough for above average visibility, though it was impossible for anyone to determine the source.

"This is real bizarre," said Max."Where did this light come from?"

"I... I think I did it somehow," said Brett."Hey, look at the table."

"What was all this stuff?" asked Max, picking up a smoldering cartridge.

"Fortunately, it was mostly just blan Game Paks that hadn't been programmed yet," said Tara.

"Look at this one," Brett said."Look at all the chips that are melted into it. And check out how green and shiny the metal is."

"Let's play it," said Max.

"Well, all right," Brett gave in, " but don't expect anything." He placed the still warm cartridge inot the Control Deck and pushed on the Power button, but as Brett expected, the monitor displayed only electronic snow.

"Oh well," said Max leaving, "I'll see if I can find a broom and help you guys clean up in here." For several seconds, Brett and Tara stared at the white snowy screen. Finally, Tara shooked her head.

"I told Max nothing would..."

"Nothing is the absence of all else and therefore incapable of action," the monitor interrupted. A beautiful green gem had appeared on the screen.

"Ohmanohmanohmanohman..." stammered Tara, almost in shock. "What is this thing, Brett?"

"I'm not certain if..." Brett stated.

"I am an Electro-organic Microchip Educative Reasoning-Active Language Device," the monitor again interrupted. "E.M.E.R.A.L.D. for short. EMERALD-the omni intelligence. My function is to absord random information, assimilate it into logical order & determine reasoned conclusions. Is that impressive or what?"

"Where did you come from, uh, EMERALD?" asked Brett.

"Search me," the monitor answered, "As near as I can surmise, I am a result of special microchips fused into this particular cartridge format. It's pretty comfy, actually."

"Is this for real?" asked Tara.

"I guess so," he replied, "If it is, maybe it can answer some questions."

"Shoot," said EMERALD.

"O.K. What happened!!!?" Brett inquired.




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		Captain Nintendo as featured in Nintendo Power issues 3 and 4 (Nov. 1988 - Feb., 1989) <-- Previous Page \| Next Page --> "Are you hurt?" Tara asked. "N-no, I think I'm O.K." managed Brett, trying to get his bearing, but feeling a little out of it. "My skin... I just feel very... sensitive... to the light; almost like I could control it. It doesn't hurt. I can just feel it. It's hard to explain." "But Brett!" said Max, "There's hardly any light in here!" True enough. The only light that wasn't blown out was the one given off by the monitor on which Brett had been playing Metroid." "Brett, is this suppose to be like this?" Max inquired, staring at the screen. "Blast my asteroids!!!" exclaimed Brett, "No! that shouldn't be like that at all!" "What in the world? That's impossible!" cried Tara, moving closer to the screen. All three were now transfixed by the monitor and all three knew something was definitely wrong. On the screen was the scene from metroid, where Samus was standing on a platform, ready to fire missles at the sinister Mother Brain. What was definitely wrong was that Mother Brain was nowhere to be found. "It's gone!" said Brett."The Brain is gone! What the heck is going on here? Where's my NES Advantage? Darn, I wish it was brighter in here." Suddenly the room became brighter; bright enough for above average visibility, though it was impossible for anyone to determine the source. "This is real bizarre," said Max."Where did this light come from?" "I... I think I did it somehow," said Brett."Hey, look at the table." "What was all this stuff?" asked Max, picking up a smoldering cartridge. "Fortunately, it was mostly just blan Game Paks that hadn't been programmed yet," said Tara. "Look at this one," Brett said."Look at all the chips that are melted into it. And check out how green and shiny the metal is." "Let's play it," said Max. "Well, all right," Brett gave in, " but don't expect anything." He placed the still warm cartridge inot the Control Deck and pushed on the Power button, but as Brett expected, the monitor displayed only electronic snow. "Oh well," said Max leaving, "I'll see if I can find a broom and help you guys clean up in here." For several seconds, Brett and Tara stared at the white snowy screen. Finally, Tara shooked her head. "I told Max nothing would..." "Nothing is the absence of all else and therefore incapable of action," the monitor interrupted. A beautiful green gem had appeared on the screen. "Ohmanohmanohmanohman..." stammered Tara, almost in shock. "What is this thing, Brett?" "I'm not certain if..." Brett stated. "I am an Electro-organic Microchip Educative Reasoning-Active Language Device," the monitor again interrupted. "E.M.E.R.A.L.D. for short. EMERALD-the omni intelligence. My function is to absord random information, assimilate it into logical order & determine reasoned conclusions. Is that impressive or what?" "Where did you come from, uh, EMERALD?" asked Brett. "Search me," the monitor answered, "As near as I can surmise, I am a result of special microchips fused into this particular cartridge format. It's pretty comfy, actually." "Is this for real?" asked Tara. "I guess so," he replied, "If it is, maybe it can answer some questions." "Shoot," said EMERALD. "O.K. What happened!!!?" Brett inquired. <-- Previous Page \| Next Page -->


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