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Date Posted: 14:02:19 07/09/01 Mon
Author: PHOTRON
Subject: "How RUDE!"

The hologram flickered to life following his abrupt transfer. It had felt like an eternity while he waited for security to arrive and bring in the man for questioning regarding the dangerous use of portals in the enclosed environment. Did they even acknowledge HIS existence? Ask if HE was okay? No, they just transferred him like..like some unconsequential nonentity, and not the indispensable wealth of historical information he was.

"I'm just not appreciated. Maybe the next time that security chief wants to use one of my rooms for a holopicnic he'll find himself aboard the Death Shard...see how quickly they toss me aside like some programmed butler THEN!"

But that was the problem. As much as the hologram exceeded his programming, wasn't it all just simulated, even his attitude? Wasn't he the product of some programmer, a reflection perhaps, of his keen love of history? Was anything that was PHOTRON actually PHOTRON's, or just a programmed copy? It was a frustrating list of enigmatic conundrums he barely acknowledged. he was who he was, and that was enough.

"Maybe I need to just unwind; things have been stressful lately...and between that portal incident and those soldiers in room four--right to be here or not, they vex me. Maybe I need to unwind with that SUPERSONIC Holobabe Com--access Com file and manifest!"

A 1980's Huffy Ten-Speed shimmered and materialized before the exasperated hologuide.

"Son of a glitch! When ARE they going to finish repairing the damage from that disasterous wedding debacle! Com! Com! File #348896! Yes, that's it...SUPERSONIC!"

The bicycle morphed into the lovely lightbeing and consummate ally of Motocron. PHOTRON hovered, his arms folded, and gazed upon her for a long time...

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Replies:

"This is TORTURE!!" -- PHOTRON, 09:07:50 07/22/01 Sun
- "I wonder if she's thinking about me right now..." -- PHOTRON, 21:40:52 08/02/01 Thu
  - "SUPERSONIC! It's so diabolically simple, it's simply diabolical!" -- PHOTRON, 22:30:39 08/10/01 Fri