Bookie made several attempts, but it was obvious that a CE had not done
PM in a long time and it would take a lot of decimal adjusts to byte
align all the data registers.  After much debugging, virtual space was
finally achieved.  "Do you know the path?" asked Princess LPA0. "No
sweat", said Con, "All we have to do is check the free space map".

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<<rest of star wars, especially the dog fight>>
<<begining of empire strikes back, especially the battle ...>>
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Some months later...

Luke was feeling rather bored.  3CPU could get to be rather irritating
and RS232 didn't really speak Luke's language.  Suddenly, Luke felt
someone's eyes boring through the back of his skull.  He turned slowly
to see...nothing.  A quiet voice came from somewhere in front of him.

"Grasshopper, the carrier is strong within you."  Luke froze, which was
a good thing since his legs were insisting that he run but they weren't
likely to be particular about direction.  Luke guessed that his odds of
getting lost in the dense tree structures were pretty good.  Unfortunately,
the Bookie wasn't available.

"Yes. Very strong, but the modulation is yet weak. His network interface
is totally undeveloped," the voice continued.  A small furry creature
walked out of the woods as Luke stared on.  Luke's stomach had now joined
the rest of his body in loud complaints.  Whatever was peering at him was
certainly small and furry, but Luke was quite sure that it didn't come
from Alpha Centauri.

"Well, well," said the creature as it rolled its eyes at Luke.  "Frobozz,
y'know.  Morning, name's modem.  What's your game?  Adventure?  D&D? Or
are you just one of those Apple-pong types that hang around the store
demonstrations?"  Luke closed his eyes.  Perhaps if he couldn't see it,
it wouldn't notice him.

"H'mm," muttered the creature.  "Must use a different protocol.  @@@H   @@
@($@@@H          }"@G$    @#@@G'(o%  @@@@@%%H(b ?"

"No, no," stammered Luke.  "I don't speak EBCDIC.  I was sent here to
become a UNIX wizard.  Must have the wrong address."

"Right address," said the creature.  "I'm a UNIX wizard.  Device drivers
a specialty.  Or do you prefer playing with virtual memory?"

Luke eyed the creature cautiously.  If this was what happened to system
wizards after years of late night crashes, Luke wasn't sure he wanted
anything to do with it.  He felt a strange affection for the familiar
microcomputers of his home.  And wasn't virtual memory something that
you got from drinking too much Coke?

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<< rest of empire strikes back, especially getting to the user haven, a
   directory unconnected to /. >>
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<< Return of the Jedi, if and when ... >>
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The preceding was written by a number of people, working
piecemeal.  Additions should be posted to the net.  Here at
Case, we think the little inconsistancies just add a little
charm.  Please note that the unsigned stuff enclosed in
<<...>>'s is by Barak Pearlmutter (thats me) while the stuff
enclosed in <<...>>'s signed " --Ed." is by ...!stolaf!borman.

May the Carrier be with you,

Barak Pearlmutter
decvax!cwruecmp!pearlmut

        Actually, if you do come up with additions, mail them to GAMES.
                                 The Grand Wizard.
				May the Carrier be with you,

				Barak Pearlmutter
				decvax!cwruecmp!pearlmut

        Actually, if you do come up with additions, mail them to GAMES.
                                 The Grand Wizard.

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