You either lack AGA or 020: no cookies for you...... You need 'ReqTools.library' to run Voices. You need 'PowerPacker.library' to run Voices. **** RAZTA LUGTER TEMMELIGT MEGET -> 'Men jeg er jo kun et stakkels under-får' ****Hmmm. I've detected a 68040 in your computer. Normally that would make me overjoyous and say: 'WOW, I'd like that machine!' For reasons UNKNOWN, my code SUCKS big time on high performance machines .... ? Anyway this means that VOICES may run a little weird on your machine ( READ: the music and lacing routines "pause" while typing an article ). I sincerly offer my apologies for the inconvenience this may cause you... If someone with A4000 coding knowledge feels that he wants to help out, my address is in the mag Razta is a boogiebob $VER:Voices issue #5 (22/May-95) VOICES: Select Protracker module: Sleeping... (Please make sure ALL disk activity has ceased, before reentering Voices!) Wake Up! Please make sure ALL disk activity has ceased, before reentering Voices! Disk Ready ! Unkown ? Couldn't open file! Read Error! Not enough chip-memory! File was crypted! Unkown ? Unknown version of PowerPacker! File was empty! Not a Protracker module! Error while loading PowerPacked file: '%s' Cause of error: %s Ohhh Noooo Please wait while fetching: '%s' mod.Voices5.1 mod.Voices5.2 En tung fyr! (Voices) Min knaprutine lugter af tysk kode ! Searching... Introduction: Editorial Editorial... by Razta Welcome to the fifth issue of VOICES, "the only diskmag about Sci-Fi and Cyberpunk on amiga". This has been a VERY delayed issue. After the fourth issue we decided to take a month off the mag and release it on the 1. of April instead of the 1. of March. This pro- ved to be a fatal mistake, since it put all the mag-work right smack dab on top of my exams. But what the hey. This time we have some nice short stories, some of them were leeched on the net and some of them written by ourselves. We also have an entire section devoted to Bird's beloved Madonna book: SEX. We would also like to welcome Henning Brau, alias RokDaZone, to Voices. This is the first issue we feature his Lunatics Ball. So reader: prepare yourself for some real sarcastic articles. Besides that, I'm sad to say this issue is a fairly thin one. We haven't got a lot of support lately from non-Edge'ers. We hope this will change for issue #6 !!! By the way the next issue will be completely recoded from scratch. It will be multi tasking / multi loading, which means you won't need 1.8 mb of free mem. It will also support XPK depacking. Another thing... Please notice that the next issue of Voices won't be released under the Edge label... We are changing name AGAIN ( this is getting tedious !). We haven't decided what it's going to be yet so just be on the look out for a name change intro ( or just call our boards! ). Ohh, and the last word from me (Razta) must surely go to SONIK, for continuing their Fish'n'Chips series: I totally agree with Murks opinion about chipmusic ( see FnC #4 ), and it must be said that you do preserve the legend of chip music. You guys are by no doubt the best protracker chipsters on the Amiga, especially Stargazer! -Razta OUT God is still alive... Luckily he's got alzheimers! Credits Main Editor: Bird / Edge Co Editor: Razta / Edge Coding by: Razta / Edge Titlepicture: Pris / Edge Menugraphics: Pride / Stellar Clipart: Trickster / Edge Illusion / Edge Razta / Edge Bird / Edge Scanning: Bird / Edge Razta / Edge Kefner / Edge Music by: RokDaZone / Infect ( "Electick Voices" ) Trickster / Edge ( "Terrestrial" ) Article Writers: Bird / Edge RokDaZone / Infect Razta / Edge Scarface / Edge G.zer@ / Zekt Drain / Oblivion Utah / Edge Controls ( a note from the coder ) [ Key ] means keyboard shortcut. Search - [ S ] Prompts the search requester. Continue - [ C ] Continues search. Left / Right Arrow - [ ARROWS ] Changes page. Up / Down Arrow - [ ARROWS ] Changes article in titlebar. Box between arrows - [ RETURN ] Selects article in titlebar. Quit - [ ESCAPE ] Blows up the "Odense City" area. 1 / 2 - [ BACKSPACE ] Changes the current tune. 1 / 2 - [ DELETE ] Select your own music. On / Off - [ M ] Turns the music on or off. Bug report or improvement ideas should be mailed to: Razta of Edge Lasse Hansen c/o Ib Faarhaeng Filosofhaven 9, 3.th 5000 Odense Denmark How to support How to support by Razta If you want to support Voices with your work, you should know these things: Articles - We'll pretty much accept anything, as long as you don't write boring texts about the scene or hate-mail. Prefered subject are Sci-Fi and Cyberpunk. WE LOVE CONTRO- VERSIAL OPINIONS, so give it a try... All ascii characters are allowed. Clipart - Should be in 28 b/w shades and drawn in Hires Interlace. Width is max 304 pixels and height is max 378 lines. Title Pictures - Hmmm. No restrictions! Music - Should be made in Protracker or MED. It must be 4 channel music. All effect commands and CIA timing is allowed. If your music is in another format, you MUST send the replay along with the it ( or at least the program its made in, so I can resource the replay! ). All contributions should be mailed to the Main-Ed ( Bird ) or posted on one of our boards world wide. Deadline for issue #6 is the 14. of July 1995. Adresses Advertisement By EDGE We need some new TALENTED members. If you think that a group which is bound together by friendship is the place for you to be, then don't hesitate writing a letter to BIRD or call one of our boards worldwide. International traders / couriers: You'll receive a disable at the specific boards you shall be calling! Countries involved are: Sweden / Holland / Norway / Denmark. We also need swappers, GOOD coders and TALENTED gfx artists. So write a letter to: Bird of EDGE Kaare Hansen Rodegaardsvej 79, 1.th DK-5000 Odense C Coder address: Razta of EDGE Lasse Jari Hansen Filosofhaven 9, 3.th DK-5000 Odense C Or call one of these and leave a message to the sysop! .:Sticky-Fingers +31-713-208-78:. .:Premium +46-243-876-45:. .:Mental-Insanity +45-659-435-72:. .:Bumble-Bee-Land +47-667-947-89:. .:Electrick-Kafe +45-ASK-BIRD!!:. The Making of... The Making of... By Bird and Razta of EDGE Everytime we (the staff) finish an issue of VOICES we start on the next one. We begin by writing about the last issue, excusing and correcting all kind of things. A bit LAME you might say, but that's the way we like to do it. (Hmmmm, is that so? -CoEd) Then there is a couple of weeks where we write A LOT (and after that we concentrate on organizing EDGE and getting other people to write for VOICES). We know that 90 percent of the articles are written by Bird, but since we don't want to commercialize VOICES and ourselves, we will leave it this way or until someone (YOU!) starts writing some more. We ask some of our friends to write for VOICES and if they don't then there's is nothing to do, but we think that the old cliche is true: "A diskmag worth reading is worth supporting". We're not the ones to tell you whether VOICES is a good diskmag or not, but please support it if you like it. Let's go on. (Hmm...I think I left the topic.) BIRD: After some relaxing weeks with only writing letters and spreading VOICES, we start discussing how we can make VOICES better. With graphics and design. Although we're always in need of graphics we somehow manage to get through. Razta starts debugging his VOICES code and improving it - ofcourse - and then we talk about new features which we could include. Then (again) there's a bit quiet in the VOICES staff. Razta and I decided from the start that VOICES should be out every second month, but this has somehow proved a bit optimistic. At the end we always manage to keep the deadline, but this time (issue #5) we decided that we needed a little break. So we delibrately delayed VOICES a month! Again I'm moving away from what this article is all about. Let me see where did I come from? Oh yes! One thing we never worry about is the music, simply because we have some very good EDGE members and friends who have something we can use!! We are now close to the deadline and the support for VOICES were as always not very good, but still we think it's good enough to release! One week before deadline we work our butts of. Editing and finding small errors in the code etc. Almost everytime we have finished an issue we drink whiskey and beer! Well I think that Razta has to add something to this article, because I think I'm missing something. So let's hear some words from Razta.... RAZTA: Hmmmm... Well the development of VOICES has changed a bit since the first time ! The mag has been totally re-coded 3 times (bad planning), and one more re-code is imminent to make it multi- tasking. Bird pretty much said it all, except that each time we work on VOICES we meet at his / my place with our computers. We listen to synth-pop from the '80s, industrial, DM and watch some Cyber/Sci-Fi movies to get into the mood. Recently our work has been SERIOUSLY disturbed by Bird trading all the time (and me watching him!!). This time I REALLY look forward to the usual whiskey celebration after the mag is finished! Voices #4 VOICES #4 By Bird of EDGE Pris was mentioned as the only clip art artist. She didn't draw one single clip art! The clip art were done by : Illusion of EDGE Razta and Bird of EDGE Silicon of Passion In the Marlon story it said: "by BIRD of NOISE", but this is NOT true. It should have been BIRD of EDGE!! Again a STUPID mistake from the editors. In the Tv-channel logos article there was a FATAL escape commando error. This will NEVER happen again. ( at least we hope so! -the Eds ) MAJOR BUG: In the menu, the "current article" highlight was placed a line too high! This was the list of KNOWN errors! Forum: Freedom of speech Freedom of speech by Razta Right now people are trying to take away your freedom of speech, read on: The greeks of ancient times discovered the greatest math. They invented things like democracy, psycology, philosofy, physics and even astronomy. Building upon their ruins, the romans expanded even futher into the realm of mechanics. They created, although not democratic, a solid society with a strong infrastructure connecting most of Europe with the countries around the Mediterranean. They even built the first primitive steam engine! And then came christianity! Christianity has always treated Man like a sick child: not able to make sensible decisions on its own. They discarded all of the above mentioned information, except the few parts that fit into their scheme. All through the "dark" Middle Ages The Church oppresed people with religion. They saw to it, that all what remained of the old greek knowledge was destroyed. If you tried to oppose The Church by means of words or actions, all of you work... even YOU were burned on a large public fire. The Church leeched on people for centuries while hiding the greatest of knowledge from them. As time advanced people slowly rebelled against the oppression, and The Church lost most of its' grip on people, or so it seems! ( I'll get back to that in an article about religion! ) Seeking a safe society with the right to have an opinion and to speak it out aloud, people "created" the world we live in today. We now live in a free world, we (almost) have all the rights a man could possibly want regarding freedom of speech and the spreading of knowledge. Or do we...? People in the American government are working on several plans to CENSOR our communication! Right now the American government is suing a programmer for writing and releasing an encryption program called PGP ( Pretty Good Privacy ), because in America it's illegal to export encryption routines. They are even trying to outlaw the use of encryption - well except of their own of course. Sometime last year the Clipper chip was released. It is a communication encrytion chip designed so that two keys exist for every chip. The telco has one of the keys, the other the government keeps for security... if they should ever need to tap your commu- nication! Today the Clipper is only installed in some hardware, but they are working on making it a mandatory part of EVERY telephone and computer/modem of the future! They are also working on the Communications Decency Act of 1995 (Senate Bill S. 314). The bill is meant to censor all forms of E-Mails and bulletins for nasty words and pornographic pictures. Combined, these two things will give the Americans TOTAL control with communication in and out of the states, and also the nets that are placed there ( eg. I-Net )! Except if you do something, NOW! If you have online access you should really try to find out more about the bill. Try this Web address: http://www.wookie.net/~slowdog or in the newsgroup: ccomp.org.eff.talk Please consider the implications these things are going to have for the electronic world. Right now the world is being wired for global access of information, are you going to let anyone CENSOR it? If you live in the US, don't buy ANY hardware containing the Clipper chip; everybody else should BAN the bill! Mitnick, an update Kevin Mitnick - The update. by Razta In Voices #1 we had a review of the book: "Cyberpunk", by Katie Hafner and John Markoff. It told three seperate stories of three legendary people: Robert Morris, Pengo & Kevin Mitnick. Robert Morris' father was a security expert at the Bell labs, and already as a teenager Robert helped them find flaws in their systems. He spent most of his time studying the Unix software at MIT and found lots of holes in it. He then wrote a virus that took advantage of them, and almost crippled the Internet! ( by accident! ) Robert was prosecuted but not sentenced, and ended up being employed by some big top-of-the-line corporation. Pengo started fooling around on the nets with his C-64. He became a member of the Berlin ( then ) hacker "group" Chaos Computer Club. Together they broke into several large american corporations... including NASA! Wanting bigger and faster machines, He was finally lured into selling some of the information they had obtained, to KGB agents stationed in Berlin. When the big bust came, Pengo rattled on all of his friends and went away "pretty" clean. He then started a legitimate programming firm on his own, washing his hands. He has since then been busted several times! And then we have Kevin Mitnick... Being a serious phonephreak since the mid '70s, Kevin quickly became interested the new media... computers. In the rising world of nets & boards he used his know- ledge of telephones to gain free access everywhere. He hacked his way through the '80s, only being busted for small time stuff ( like breaking into university systems ). In the late '80s Kevin actually managed to break into DIGITAL and steal the source code for a (yet) unreleased version of the Unix operative system! He was busted because he had treated his "best" friend like shit, and that had made the guy turn Kevin in. At age 19 Kevin first broke into Government computers. At age 21 he broke into U.S. Air Defense Computer Systems. At age 22-31 he actually broke into Credit card databanks, Calling Card Databanks, Government Security Computers, Digital... The list goes on! After getting a serious sentence, he went straight... or so it seemed: The follwing text was originally printed in The New York Times, Thursday , February 16 th , 1995. (Typed by Cyber Crimes) FBI nabs most-wanted criminal computer hacker. After a search of more than 2 years, FBI agents finally captured the 31 year old computer expert accused of a long string of crimes that includes the theft of thousands of data files and no less than 20,000 credit card numbers computer systems around the U.S. The arrest early wednesday of Kevin Mitnick, one of the most wanted computer criminals, followed a 24-hour stakeout of a Raleigh apartment building. A convicted computer felon on the run from the federal law since November 1992, Mitnick has used his sophisticated skills over the years to worm his way into many of the telephone and cellular telephone networks and vandalize government, cor- porate and University computer systems. Most recently he had become a suspect in a rash of break-ins on the global Internet computer network. "He was clearly the most wanted computer hacker in the world," said Kent Walker, an assistant U.S. Attorney in S.F. who helped coordinate the investigation. " He allegedly had access to trade secrets worth billions of dollars. He was a very big threat !" But Officials say Mitnick's confidence in his hacking skills may have been his un- doing. On Christmas, He broke into the home computer of computer security Expert, Tsutomu Shimomura, a researcher at the federally financed San Diego supercomputer Centre. Shimomura then made a crusade of tracking down the intruder, an obsession that led to Wednesdays arrest. Mitnick, already wanted in California for a federal parole violation was charged wednesday with illegal use of a telephone access device and computer fraud. He could face upto 35 years in prison. The Co-Ed of Voices sincerly sends his warmest regards to Kevin and hope that he'll somehow get away! Allthough he has commited several "crimes", they are on the interlectual frontier of which I believe people hasn't quite grasped the idea of yet. Information Wants To Be Free ! When Your Girlfriend When Your Girlfriend By G.zer@ of Zekt ... says she forgot to tell you that she got infected with Herpes two years ago ... IT MAKES YOU WONDER if she often gets carried away in love OR -if she also forgot to tell the truth concerning her HIV- test last year...... ... wants to join the army and in her sparetime fix your broken motorcycle .... IT MAKES YOU WONDER if you're just being an old, narrow minded fool OR - if she's ever feeling trapped in a womans body ...... ... can be heard five tables away on the local coffee shop ... IT MAKES YOU WONDER if she wants to be doing stand up comedy OR - if she, as usual can't hold her liquor ...... ... all the time says "Hi" to guys you don't know ... IT MAKES YOU WONDER if she's a famous popstar in disguise OR -if she's just been fucking everybody in sight ...... ... can be described as above ... YOU KNOW you should make conver- sation to the pretty girl sitting next to you in the bus! Airport! Vacation by Air By Scarface of EDGE Everybody has been on an airplane one time or another, and most of you will recollect or find similar experiences with the ones I'm about to tell you. Let me begin with what we all do daily... waking up! You're up and running at about 5am (where as the plane doesn't leave for another 6 hours!), you keep going over and over the stuff you might have forgotten to pack (and lets face it, you ALWAYS forget something). Once again you read your ticket, and those crap folders you receive from the airline company, just to make sure that you're not late. You're then stuck for another 3 hours checking if the gas, light and electricity is correctly cut-off before the taxi arrives. Ahh, the taxi! The most luxurious way to travel in normal life, but when it comes to taking the special 'airport-taxi' then we're all sadly mistaken! You get in the cab expecting that you're the only passenger when all of a sudden the driver says that he has to pick up some more people! And it's always like those movies in which you are stuck with some sad bastards!! Sometimes you come riding into a street when all of a sudden you see a whole bunch of people standing there to say goodbye to someone who's going on vacation to some distant place. Now that's not so bad, infact it's kinda nice! But as soon as the taxi starts driving again, you're stuck there with a grumpy driver, a lunatic of a person next to you and yourself! And then it happens... total silence!! Nobody is in the mood to say something, so you sit there just waiting for the person next to you to start an interesting conversation... And then he does, and you just wished that you had never thought of it! The man goes on and on about how great it is to take a holiday and where he's going now and where he's been! So because you don't want to hear anymore crap you slowly put on your walkman and fall gently to sleep. You wake up and find yourself at the airport. You try and find one of those trollies and you're always stuck with the one onwhich the weels don't seem to work as they should! After a while you get so frustrated that you kick the bloody thing a few times and then you try to take one from some stupid tourist. It's now about an hour orso before departure and you think you have enough time to visit some of the tax-free shops (and when you're at Schiphol, you need atleast 3 hours to see them all!). But before that you need to check in and go through customs... Checking-in is something you should experience! You're always attended by some 'in-training' person, and you're always standing next to the check-in point of some organized travel group with people who are always shouting to eachother! Normally it takes ages before you're past the check-in because the person infront of you can't find his or her ticket but once you're through you have to go to the passport - checking - point (hell, I dunno what it's called!). You KNOW that nothing is going to happen, but you're always tense because you always see a person being taken away by the airport police just after he'd passed the check point! (or does this just happen with me?!) At last!! You're in the tax-free area!!!! Yeah!! First stop... liquor & tabacco! Then you're off to the bookshop to buy a mag which you can read on the plane. You realize that you have enough time to spare, so you go and 'hang-out' (ohyes, I'm cool! :^) Now, on Schiphol (the main Dutch airport) they have loadsa different departments and shops so you can infact spend a whole day there, and last summer they've opened a golf-course, so I can realy recomment that to everybody who's not into computers! But for those of you who are (and I guess that's everybody!) go to the childrens playcenter (in the new wing) and don't pay any attention to the people who think you're crazy to go there because they got some really whiked arcades and other game shit! After spending some time there you decide that you really should be going to your departure-gate, your flight is afterall 'boarding' for about half an hour! And then it happens! You realize that you are on the complete wrong end of the airport! You look at your ticket and it says: gate C-32, and you're somewhere at gate F-12! Why am I never departing at Gate 1??????? Why always on some distant terminal wing where it looks like I'm the only one?? Well atleast I made it... although, there is still one obstacle I should be going through: The X-Ray machine and the 'tunnel - that - goes - beep - when - you - have - something - illegal - on - you' machine! This is the part I hate! The bloody machine always beeps or brakes down! So I have to go through it over and over again, because there aren't any male airport police present, only females who look like males! So they aren't allowed to search me (although one time in Norway I wish that female did! But that's another story). Phew, finally made it on board. The other passengers look at me with anger in their eyes because I'm the one (again) who'd delayed the flight! (so if you're on a plane and the stewardess says that they're waiting for another passenger and then after 30 minutes a guy comes walking in all relaxed with a huge smile, then you know it's me!) I struggle to my seat, which ofcourse is right between two ugly looking people and a mile away from that nice looking girl in first-class, I come to a rest in my chair... Despite looking ugly, I asked the guy in the seat next to the window if we could switch places. At first he declined but after bribing him with a glass of scotch he acknowledged my wishes. In the mean time, the fat woman infront of me had put her seat way back, so I'm forced to sit on my legs... what else can go wrong? We are ready for take-off and slowly the plane increases speed. After a couple of minutes the no-smoke sign goes off and I light a cigarette. As usual the food & drink carrage starts at the other end of the plane, so I have to wait untill the last minutes in air before I can get my food and order my drinks. I start to glance through that airline magazine and the 'what - to - do - when - plane - is - going - to - crash' piece of plastic when I start to wonder if all stewardesses have a fruitfull sex-life (because that's what they say you know!). And I came to the conclusion that they were probably talking about other ones because the ones I'm watching are, I think, not so happy being a stewardess! Let alone, dealing with people like me! hehe Not liking what I saw I decided to listen to some music. I plugged my headphone in the socket on my seat and started switching the different channels... after some time I found a nice relaxing channel and I started to doze off. When all of a sudden I heard the bloody pilot through my headphones talking about how high we were flying and how warm it was in my destinated holiday paradise! I was too tired to argue with anybody, so I played a tape from my walkman. I couldn't hear shit because of those pops in your ears but I wasn't going to let that put me down, so I pulled some stupid faces to get rid of it. Again after a while I started to wonder about strange things like how big is the universe and what was that terrible smell coming from next to me. I just couldn't take it anymore... I wanted to go home and sit infront of the telly watching some strange foreign football match, I wanted to go to the fridge and get a beer without having to pay upfront for it and most important, I wanted to go to a toilet which is big enough to stand in!! But I was stuck, I was stuck in a big metal object going, I don't know howmany miles per hour! And then it occured to me. I remembered that there was a girl sitting in first class who looked mighty nice and alone! So I got up, kicked on the legs from the people sitting next to me and then asking them nicely to stand up, and I started my journey to first-class! I had to hit some people with my elbows, because there heads were in the way, and then after some minutes I bumbed into the food & drink carrage. Jesus, I thought, it's either giving my body some necessary fluids to keep me alive, or going to do something which IS my life! Hard decision to make... so one second later I went on to first-class. I could see her blond hairs a mile away. Slowly but surely I reached my target. I was now about a meter away from her when I saw a guy standing up to kiss her. Naturely I thought that it was her father but after a couple of seconds I realized that it was a very long and strange kiss to give to your daughter! Heartbroken and depressed I decided to go back to the comfort of my very own seat when I noticed that besides missing out on a could-be beatiful date with a gorgeous female, that I had also missed the bloody food! Hungry and urging for a drink I laid back into my seat, still not sitting comfortable because the fat lady infront had fallen a sleep and all her 300 kilo's were pushing against my legs! The captain finally said those six words which we all like hear: "Cabin-crew, please go to your places" (or something like that. Heck, who can really understand them euh?!). Hmmm, it looks like this article is becoming bigger and (better?) bigger, so I won't bug you with the annoying stuff which WILL happen to you when you are at a foreign and unfamiliar airport!! Who knows... maybe a follow-up will appear in the next issue, but untill then I'll leave you with this: Do NOT go on holiday by air, unless you're either completly drunk or you can't really give a damn. MainEd says: A follow up please. Amusing little story(?). More! On Air On Air By Bird of EDGE Your favourite editor is back with another crap article! I don't know if you can call this an article, anyway enjoy and have FUN!! Music . Off Video . Set _Showing "Mad Max 2" Cig . Lit Coffee . WAITING!! Let me start this time "On Air" by saying : HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Coffee . READY! It's good to be back in my chair and entertaining all the dear readers, from this issue on I've decided not to write as much as I normally do. Maybe that's something you've all looked forward to. I don't care! I'm out of here!!! "I wonder how the coffee tastes?", Bird thought and tasted the damn thing! "Huu! A bit hot and strong! FINE!", Bird said and saved "On Air". Music . Set Cig . OFF! Hi there! I've changed my handle to UNCLE Bird! You know why? Because I became an Uncle the 9th of January! Congratulations dear Bird! But you can still call me Bird! Bye! Off to new heights! Music . Set Milk . Set Cig . OFF! I don't know what to write! The same goes for my articles! I'm completely empty and I hate it!! Another good reason for continuing "On Air" is that I can write what ever I want!! So what I will say now is what I think and feel... "SPEEDY SUXX!!" Maybe you've heard about the problems that SPEEDY and I've had the past 4 years?? Not?? Well we are not best friends!! Anyway I've said what I want. I will shake my head and DIE!! Tv . Set Beer . Set Last time I wrote about SPEEDY!! That pathetic LAMER. (Capital letters?). Well I think that the worst thing that the scene has ever experienced is SPEEDY. how can it be that such a little boy gets so much attention?? I don't know!! Cig . Lit Yes! A cigarette is lit and I'm still "ON AIR". VOICES a diskmag worth reading! At least I think so and that's why we make it!! Well off to write some really NICE articles and CRAP!! Cig . Lit Coffee . On! Hi there dudes after a minor break I'm back! A minor?? I don't think so! I've just bought myself a modem and I've set up my own PRIVATE BBS called ELECTRICK KAFE! Great name, great Board!! If any of you out there are interested in getting the number then write me a letter and tell me why I should give you axx!! Well, more serious crap to come. Bye! Water . Set Cig . Lit Video . On! _Showing "Solar Crisis" Hmm...Actually I'm not seeing any movie, but it's running in the living room, so you could say that it's on. Well what can I write about??? bam bam bam! I know! VOICES! Why not? Since you're reading it you're also allowed to hear about it, he he! I guess I will make an article out of it instead! see ya.... Music . Off Cig . Lit (2 secs.!) Coffee . On! It's another FINE day in Denmark! Hannah is playing card and I've neglected VOICES too much! Reason? I've bought A LOT of Hardware equipment! Hehe! Among the new HARDWARE is a FINE modem... YES! AT LAST! We are in need of a coder and a gfx artiste!! PLEASE contact ME if you think YOU are GOOD enough! G.Zer@ says: DEATH >B4< Democracy!! Ahhhh... Anarchy?? Wasn't it a "FAMOUS" Amiga Group? (Bird is EMPTY!). Am I? Ok time to stop... C U ! =) Music . Off Cig . Lit RUM . ON! DA SYSOP iz DRUNK! Better stop... Hehe! Music . On Cig . Lit RUM . OFF! I'm cleaning the house right now(?) or I was supposed to clean it! Read the article called "Inside My Head". My head is spinning! I wasn't THAT drunk yesterday. ELECTRICK KAFE greets to: G.Zer@ - Daffy - Black Virus - Pride (pibe!) - Utah - Dizy - Scarface - YOU(?) - Pris - Zolar and the rest of you ELECTRICK KAFE users!! hmm... sounds like I'm running out of words this time (AGAIN!). C U! =) Music . On Cig . Lit DRUNK . ON!! AGAIN! DA ZYZOP IS DRUNK!!!!!! HEHE!...... hmm EDGE REWLZ!!!!! Music . On Cig . Lit! Continues in the next article... On Air ( Continued ) Continued... I guess I better quit smoking, because everytime I start writing I lit a cigarette. Not healthy! What is the meaning with this shitty article? To let Uncle Bird write whatever he wants. Razta was supposed to write the editorial and the epilogue, but since hes on some trip with his school I don't think he can do it! So I'll better start writing it. Stay Heavy! Music . On Coffee . On Cig . OFF! I haven't quit smoking! I guess that most of you A1200 owners with 4mb fastmem have seen the releases from The Gathering '95. And I hope that you agree with me when I say that most of the compo releases were PURE shit. Ofcourse there was some WINNERS among the different releases, but you know what I mean. Cig. Lit! HaHa! Back after a short break!! I didn't finish talking about The Gathering '95. If You look at the Graphics compo, there were A LOT of releases but only 10% of them are worth looking at. STOP! No more about The Gathering! "Looking Out The Dirty Old Window" - Kim Wilde. 1981 Well this must be -The End- ??? NO!!!!!! Ok. I will say: Goodbye and think about the future, what it can bring you and what you can give the future. C U ! Inside My Head Inside My Head By Bird of EDGE Is it computer fantasy? Living on VIDEO! - TRANS X. STOP... Do we create a fantasy world called the scene to escape real life? This is a common question asked in diskmags and often it's written in a good understandable language, but there is no depth in the question if the question is written just as simple as I did before. The tendency in the scene is to do EVERYTHING as fast as possible. The answer to the question often ends up asking a new question. We shouldn't analyze the scene while having in our heads that it's a culture FAR AWAY from real life. I think that many of US sceners use computers in real life too. Work or school. Some even use the Scene to make money. Crackers, (Hackers?), PD companies, groups (making demos) and people selling hardware equipment. I can see NOTHING wrong in this. The scene for me isn't just a second life to me it's a part of my life. I use things from the scene in real life just as much as I include things from real life in the Scene. Some people even speak/write about the Scene as if it's a fantasy? I can't see the fantasy in the Scene! Can you? hmm... Some people get it ALL wrong, but again people are allowed to think what they want! A SILICON CHIP INSIDE MY HEAD! Fortune Cookies Fortune Cookies by Drain of Oblivion I think that everybody has heard about the fortune cookies sometimes during their life, so now I will enrich you with the ability of making your own fortune cookies. As gastronomi affects both the believing and the nonbelieving, the fortune cookie is one of the most spread prophecy remedies. Even though few takes it seriously, you seldom leave a chinese restaurant without having read the destiny note in the prescribed desert. The humble cookie has its aristocratic roots in the old chinas upper class where it was a cute pastime to write small prophecy notes and sticking them into small tea cookies. People competed in writing the best prophecy note. The modern fortune cookie comes more from California than from China, even though the chinese fortune cookies might be an idol. Los Angeles and San Fransisco both claim to be the inventor (a fixed trial in 1983 decided in San Fransisco's favor), and several chinese amaricans claim to be it's creator. Anyway, the cookies appeared in California around 1900, and immidiately gained enormous popularity. The messages in the fortune cookies range from the banal messages like "you will get rich" to aphorisms like "a good name is better than gold" and messages like that. They can also be political or social. The late Lyndon B. Johnson used the cookies to promote his political career. Here follows a recipe for you to make your own cookies, and you can also try your luck in writing philosophical little notes to put in them. Ingredients: 2 eggs 1/2 cup of sugar 1 teaspoonfull of vanillaessence or almondessence 1/4 cup of vegetable oil 1/2 cup of corn flour 1/4 cup of water whisk the eggs in an electric mixer. Add the sugar and whisk again until the consistency is thick and foaming. Add the essece, and fold in the oil. In another bowl, water and a little of the eggmass is mixed with the flour. Stir until it is soft, and it is mixed with the rest of the eggmass. Heat up a baking plate till about 150 degrees, and place spoonfulls of the dough, and spread it with the back of the spoon till they have a diameter of about 10 cm. Let them bake for 2-3 minutes on each side, or until the cookies are golden. Now place the prophecy note on the middle of the cookie and fold it to half the size. Now you take the two ends, and presses them towards each other behind the folded line. Bon appetit... (P.S. Any consumation is at own risk!!!!!) My Table My Table By Bird of EDGE A cd-player hidden under an envelope, a diskdrive hidden under an address, a clock radio hidden under a disk box and ofcourse my little black book with A LOT of addresses. Disks with backups of my texts and Pris's graphics in the right corner. To the lef of my monitor there's a candle, an orange candle which is almost burned out. Used stamps and used envelopes. Disks all oveer the place. Sometimes this changes. I get enough and starts cleaning it up. Much better, now it looks quite ok. It took me less than 5 minutes to make my table look presentable. I can move my mouse and I can see the different things, GREAT! If I should chose between a messy table or a clean one I would definately chose the messy one! Why? Because It's much easier to find the different things. When I'm searching for some computer things I know that it's on the table and not in any drawers. A real computer table looks like this... 2 old coffee cups. LOTS of disks. 2 ashtrays (not empty!). Envelopes and stamps (used and not used!). Books (your favourite ones). So don't clean up your computer tables. Short Stories: Alice in Wonderland Alice's Adventures in Wonderland CHAPTER I Down the Rabbit-Hole by Lewis Carroll Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conver- sations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?' So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy- chain would be worth the trouble of get- ting up and picking the daisies, when sud- denly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over after- wards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curio- sity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped sud- denly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cup- boards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it. `Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely true.) Down, down, down. Would the fall NEVER come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a VERY good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longi- tude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) Presently she began again. `I wonder if I shall fall right THROUGH the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads down- ward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there WAS no one liste- ning, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) `--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy CURTSEYING as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) `And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.' Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. `Dinah'll miss me very much to- night, I should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) `I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and some- times, `Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over. Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!' She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof. Continues in the next article... Alice in Wonderland ( Continued ) Continued There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again. Suddenly she came upon a little three- legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Alice's first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted! Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the love- liest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head though the doorway; `and even if my head would go through,' thought poor Alice, `it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only know how to begin.' For, you see, so many out-of- the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible. There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, (`which certainly was not here before,' said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words `DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters. It was all very well to say `Drink me,' but the wise little Alice was not going to do THAT in a hurry. `No, I'll look first,' she said, `and see whether it's marked "poison" or not'; for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they WOULD not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger VERY deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked `poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later. However, this bottle was NOT marked `poison,' so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry- tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off. `What a curious feeling!' said Alice; `I must be shutting up like a telescope.' And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; `for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, `in my going out al- together, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing. After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired her- self out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried. `Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Alice to herself, rather sharply; `I advise you to leave off this minute!' She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people. `But it's no use now,' thought poor Alice, `to pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make ONE respectable person!' Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words `EAT ME' were beautifully marked in currants. `Well, I'll eat it,' said Alice, `and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens!' She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, `Which way? Which way?', holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way. So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake. Alice's exiting adventures continue in VOICES #6 with chapter 2: The Pool of Tears I'm So Scared I'm So Scared By Bird of EDGE Lina looked down the road and the only thing she saw was the garbage which had been there for weeks. She felt alone. The streets of Arkran were dark and dusty, the only thing she could hear was the garbage floating around. It doesn't have to be like this. If we could only change the past. Lina's parents popped into her mind - again. Since they left her it had never been the same. "You're always on my mind", Lina thought as she started to cry. "Why does it have to end like this? Why?", Lina screamed in hope of somebody hearing her. Lina had no hope left, but then again had she ever had any hope? Arkran was a town with more than 1 mill. citizens. A city full of activity, a city with green trees and people every where. Lina didn't know if she was the only one left. "Maybe I'm the one who's dead and not the others.", Lina thought as she went home. Home? A big house without parents, water, warmth and electricity. A home filled with memories and nothing else. "A day ago it wasn't like this", Lina said. "I want it all back! I want my parents and friends back! I want you ALL back!", Lina mumbled as she fell asleep in her parents bed. The day after. I Saw I Saw... By Bird of EDGE I watched it happen. I could have done something. I was a part of it. I Saw A Skyscraper. No one noticed. No one cared about it. No one believed it would happen. I Saw People doing Nothing. It was meant to be like this. It didn't care about humans. It laughed at us. I Saw It Getting Closer. They were few. They tried. They failed. I Saw Them Fighting. Is it the future? Is it now? Is about you and me? I Saw It Happen. -note Futuristic little poem by Bird, analyze it and send the result to the VOiCES staff. If you analyze it CORRECTLY you'll receive a little bonus package! Marlon 4 Marlon By Bird of Edge Continued from VOICES#4... In a future far away from now and in a solar system not known to mankind. Out in space in a Galaxy called Rush... Marlon had left Tombo and was now alone. he knew that he had to find Master Llewellyn, but where? Manoo was a HUGE planet and it would take ages to search the whole planet. Marlon couldn't wait to get to Manoo. He knew that something or someone was waiting for him. He and Tombo talked about several things during the flight to Manoo. He couldn't understand Why a Nexus had to be called a Nexus and not by it's name. Tombo was a young generation Nexus, he was programmed to be reliable and non violent. "Tombo can I use your terminal? I want to explore the different worlds on the net.", Marlon said to Tombo. "Sure thing kid, but remember don't be logged on the for too long.", Tombo said. "Is there a time limti on the Net?", Marlon asked. "No, but a lot of Cyber Cowboys becomes virtual after being wired to the Net for some time. Their minds only exist when they are wired to the Net.", Tombo answered. _Access granted! You're free to use the Net on Level 1. _Mind readings on! "No way!", said Marlon. _Mind readings off! "Thank you dear!", said Marlon. "It's time to travel." Marlon thought as he pulled down a menu. "Let's see what they got here". Level 1 1.Enter Systems. 2.Culture. 3.News. 4.Fun - 2000 credits. _Level 1 - "You've chosen Systems". "Let me see the stats for Manoo", Marlon said. _Decrypting and Decrunching (L1-001)-Manoo. _"You may now enter Manoo". Marlon travelled to far places. Places were he has never been. He saw things he has never seen. but somehow it was all very familiar, it was like something he had experienced in an earlier life. _Logging off! "We are now entering the Manoo system. Please fasten your seatbelts.", Tombo said with a big smile on his face. Marlon and Tombo left the Orob together. Marlon started to remembering things he didn't know of. "It must be that blocker chip, which Iram removed. Maybe I'm a Manoo knight", He thought. Tombo and Marlon decided to split up. Marlon payed Tombo the rest of the credits. "Remember my number when you're going home.", Tombo said. "Ofcorse, but I don't know when I'm going home.", He answered and left Tombo. Marlon left the space station and went downtown. "It's time to search for my old master - Master Llewellyn." To be continued... Death Beneath the Snow Death Beneath the Snow by Brian Boskind (typed by Drain of Oblivion) ( I believe that this is a text from the book about the TV series Lost in Space -CoEd ) The Jupiter 2 had just come out of a very close encounter with a black hole. It had escaped the gravitational pull well enough, but had to do some tricky maneuvering arond the space debris that was being pulled in. John Robinson was at the viewport with a microphone in his hand talking to his son will and Don West, navigator. Both of them had just been lowered out of the ship in the Space Pod. "Will," John said, "Can you or Don see anything caught in the gyro case?" Will looked out of the Pod's viewports towards the object of his fathers concern. It was the large circle of rotating lights at the bottom of the Jupiter 2. As well as serving as the landing lights, this was the housing of the gyro stabilizers and the artificial gravity generator. Hooked on the small window-like openings of the gyro cage was a large hunk of twisted metal. "Yes," Will replied. "Some kind of metal debris. I'm getting a strong magnetic reading; no wonder the gyros are acting crazy." "Don, do you think you can get at it with the laser?" John asked. Don took another look at the debris. "Yes," he said, "most of it is hanging off of the gyro case." Don let Will take over the steering controls and began to work the laser controls. The small automatic laser on top of the Pod began to click into position. "You better hurry up, Don." John said over the radio, "I'm doing everything I can to keep us from rolling. The gravity from that planet we're drifting toward isn't helping, either." "I'm starting now, John," Don said. As Will held the Pod in position, Don let loose three short bursts from the laser. The debris disintegrated as the strands of energy hit. "That's got it, dad," Will said. "How are the stabilizers responding?" "They're better," John said, "but there must be some damage inside caused by the initial impact. I still don't have total control of the stabilizers." At that moment, the Jupiter 2 tilted on its axis. Don made a quick control maneuver to keep the Pod from being scraped by the Jupiter. "I don't want to risk trying to repair it in space." John said, "I'd like you and WIll to do a quick survey of the planet to see if we can make a landing." "Will do," Don said. The Pod began its descent towards the planet. Dr. Smith was sneaking food from the ship's galley when the Jupiter violently tilted again. He sprawled on the floor, spilling the food he was carrying. "Oh dear," he exclaimed, "how is anybody expected to eat with this silly ship rolling and tilting?" Judy and Penny, secretly watching the event, convulsed in silent laughter. The Pod entered the atmosphere of the planet. Don, after checking the temperature and atmospheric readings taken by the sensors, contacted the Jupiter. "The atmosphere's breathable, John," Don said, "but it's very cold and stormy. The average planetary temperature is minus twenty degrees Celsius." "Well, it's not pleasant, but it will serve for what we have to do," John replied. Penny entered the upper deck with a cup of coffee for her father. "Do you think that will give us much trouble in the landing?" she asked. "I hope not," he replied. "Those stabilizers have to be fixed." "Don," he said, bringing his attention back to the microphone, "how do the surface conditions look?" "You could probably land, but I wouldn't use the landing gear," Don replied, "I don't think the Jupiter will tip over, but that wind would make the Jupiter unstable enough to make repair quite difficult." "All right, Don, I want you and Will to land in the safest place you can. It would be too dangerous for you to manouver the Pod back in with the way the stabilizers are now. We'll follow your signal and catch up with you as soon as we can. There should be some cold weather gear stored in there..." "You and Will be careful now," Maureen Robinson interrupted. "We wouldn't want you to catch a cold or anything." "All right, we will" Don said. laughing. "See you two down there," John said "This is Jupiter 2 signing off." With that, the Pod began it's descent, leaving the rest of the Robinsons to contend with landing the Jupiter2. With the rest of the crew members strapped in below deck, John and Maureen struggled to maintain control of the ship. John set a course for the Pod's landing site as Maureen kept the ship stabilized. Continues in the next article... Death Beneath the Snow ( continued ) Continued... The last view anyone below deck saw before the window panels closed, was of a white, cruel looking landscape growing larger as the Jupiter 2 descended. The damaged stabilize stabilizers and the high winds made the Jupiter 2 rock and sway as it flew through the sky. "Oh, I don't know how we make it through these landings," Dr. Smith said. "Try not to think about it, Dr. Smith," The robot said from his magnetic lock "It seems worse than it is." "You're a big help," Dr. Smith replied. "We're going to be a bit off course." John said. He switched on the lower deck intercom, "Hold on down there, this is going to be a little rough." He switched on the ship's forcefield as a shochbuffer. Almost invisible in the swirling snow, the Jupiter 2 hit the snowy ground and skidded a great distance before coming to a stop. When he opened his eyes, the first thing Dr. Smith did was check for broken bones. The other crew members were busily checking the ship for damage. John and Maureen attempted to contact the space Pod as Dr. Smith, Penny and Judy came up on the ship's elevator. The ship's viewscreen showed the stormy surface of the planet, though the heavy snow prevented very clear vision. "Jupiter 2 to space Pod; Space Pod do you read me? This is the Jupiter 2" John said over the radio. He turned to Maureen, at his side, "It's no use, they must have left the ship." "Do you think anything happende to them?" Maureen asked. "Well, I still pick up a signal," he replied. "So they must be fairly close. We'll assemble the Chariot and look for them." The Chariot was made for easy assembly, but it still took over five hours to assemble it, due to the weather. John and Maureen set off, leaving Judy, Penny and Dr. Smith to guard the Jupiter 2. Only a few minutes into their journey, the robot raised his bubble and began to wave his arms. "Warning. Sensors detect alien life forms. To the right. About 100 metres." Continues in another issue... Music: Sound Equipment II Sound Equipment By Bird of EDGE (Part II) I've used all the synths mentioned during a period of 3 years. I even worked for a German studio - programming synths! Wordlist and Score 1-2 points - LOUSY! 3-4 points - Improvements please! 5-6 points - Quite ok. 7-8 points - Cool! 9 points - THE BEST! Kawai K4 (Keyboard version) A nice synth with limited functions, but the soundlib for this little baby is HUGE and the sounds for K4 is in a way good!! A good buy, very cheap! A good starter synth! - 5 points - Kawai Fs-630 (Keyboard version) A LAME keyboard. Even for a keyboard this little thing is bad. The only thing funny about this keyboard is that it have some funny "Nintendo" sounds! Plastic!! Don't go near this one you'll regret it for the rest of your life!! - 1 point - Yamaha Psr-500 (Keyboard version) A funny Keyboard with some nice features. This is the only Keyboard I've ever worked with for more than 1 hour. Some nice sounds and a nice demo tune and nothing else. very bad sequencer!! Don't buy keyboards! - 3 points - Roland A-80 (Keyboard version?) Roland A-80 is a motherkeyboard and it's FANTASTIC if you're running a midi studio. I've not used "on stage", but I've heard that it is also great for live performance with several sound modules hooked. The price for this outstanding mother keyboard varies A LOT! - 7 points - Roland Sc-55 (Module version) A little box with A LOT of L.A. samples and they are NOT impressive. But If if you like the Roland sound then it's maybe quite ok. Used A LOT in small midi studios. Only with software it's possible to edit the sounds! I think that this one is too expensive! Because the only thing it offers you is boring Roland sounds! - 3 points - Ensoniq SQ1 (Keyboard version) An oldie! but still going strong!! there's A LOT of features on this synth. The sounds are great! A bit oldfashioned. Not much too say. Trickster has one!! It's nearly impossible to find one at a reasonable price! - 7 points - Emulator Performa (Module version) A little black nox with three buttons and nothing more! This is a piano module I think that it's quite good, especially if you take the price in consideration. Only midichannel, sound and transpose buttons. no edit functions. This piano module cost almost NOTHING! - 8 points - I hope some of you synth interested people out there liked this little thing. if anyone of you have something to add then write me a letter or an article!! About music, comment About Music by Drain of Oblivion Written in regards to the article written by Scarface of Edge in Voices #4. First of all, let me start by saying that reading your article in issue 4 was great fun. Mostly because I've been exactly like you once. Why on earth is it necessary to keep going on and on about which musicstyles are the better ones. What gain have you from telling the world that you listen to different kinds of music, like saying "Hey man, dig Pink Floyd or fuck your techno music". Well excuse me, I think this discussion is totally meaningless. To raise the confusion let me tell you that in this article you will find no names mentioned of any bands I listen to, because I find that musictaste is a very individual question, and I see no point in telling people what kind of music they should listen to. When everything has been said about that, I think it's important that when you select music, go for what you think is good, not what style of music you usually listens to. You will find, that the day you start listening to music that you like, instead of listening to music you know will impress other people, and when you are able to accept other people for what kind of music they like, the sun will start shining. For the sake of argument, lets say you meet a good friend you haven't seen for a long time. If he/she says that the music style ruling his/hers life is the music you despies the most, does that make your friend a bad person? No, I don't think so, so lets just stop telling people what styles of music are the better ones. Dna Music DNA Music? By Bird of EDGE Again some help from various magazines and people. DNA is a weird thing! DNA stands for (hang on!) deoxyribonucleic acid. A DNA molecule looks like a long twisted ladder or zipper. And there are not two DNA molecules in the world which are the same. This means that registration of people is now possible and the system which they can develop is international, because the only thing they need is the same software and NOTHING ELSE!! Frightful thought!!! In the past few years, molecular biologists have discovered that a major fraction of DNA is composed of repeating sequences. Dr.David Deamer, a molecular cell biologist at UC Davis and Riley McLaughlin, a sythesist, have developed a system for translating these sequences into music. By assigning musical notes to each of the four bases, they have found that various DNA templates resound with the cosmic boogie of the human biocomputer. What is the sound of the genetic code? That depends on the source of the DNA. A bacterail clone features a simple five bass beat. A human DNA consist of 300 base sequences which creates a melody in waltz signature. Lunatics Ball: Religion = Topic ? Religion In The Scene By RokDaZone / INFECT "LAUDATE OMNES GENTES, LAUDATE MAGNIFICAT in SECULA." Again, it's the cafeteria inside the messercenter in Herning. Slowly, the cameras focus scrolls through the room until it halts at a desk around in the middle of the room. Three lads are sitting there with coffee and cigarettes into deep discussions. They are quite known faces in the scene - we will keep anonymity here as the topic might be a little too private to have their names printed. As the camera zooms in closer, the discussion gets understandable... RokDaZone / Infect: "... Religion is of no real importance in this modern world, we call civilisated..." Hydra / Andromeda: "Ehrm, RokDee, I thought you wanted to keep anonymity?" RokdaZone / Infect, 21 years of age, born: 020573 in Oldenburg/Germany, 1.91 metres at 83 kg weight: "Why, yes of course. What is your problem?" Hydra / Andromeda: "Well, why the heck do you then give our name and all your private data here?" RokDaZone / Infect, current adress Friedr.-Ebert-Str.77,Oldenburg/Germany: "Oops, just forgot about that... has something to do with my exhibitonist veins. I am sorry." (* Some slight changes in the subtitles *) 1st totally unknown person: "As I just said, I think that religion is of no real importance in this modern world that we call civilisated. Some people need it as excuse to blame higher beings for their own mistakes." 3rd totally unknown person: "That's only true for such outdated religions like the Christian church. I am Buddhist and consider myself to have found the right way." 2nd totally unknown person (never said it was Hydra, really!): "You can't say that Christanity is outdated. It's just suffering of its own dogma's which make the original spirit behind it uncompatile to nowadays world." 1st anonym(!) person: "Do you consider yourself to be practicising Christian?" 2nd anonym(!) person: "Naaaw, not really. I believe in the being of something higher but not exactly in the ideas of the classical church." 3rd anonym(!) person: "Religions are based on believes that's their problem. Buddhism isn't based on believes - no one believes into the person of Buddha. It's an explanation on how to find inner peace. It's not dogmatic - there has never been a war in the name of Buddhism!" 1st anonym(!) person: "So, you say that Buddhism is the right way?" 3rd anonym(!) person: "Yes!" 1st anonym(!) person: "As you are Buddhist, you are indicating that your way is the right way - how can you say that Buddhism isn't dogmatic then?" 3rd anonym(!) person: "That's something else..." 2nd anonym(!) person: "Religions are more than simple believes, they are necessary." 1st anonym(!) person: "They ain't, they are just excuses... Excuse me, haven't I said that before?" 2nd anonym(!) person: "I believe so." 3rd anonym(!) person: "I go to get a new coffee." 2nd anonym(!) person: "Me too..." 1st anonym(!) person: "How much is one?" (* Somehow I have made a delayed cut in here... *) Continues in next article... Religion = Topic ? ( Continued ) Continued... No make this to your mind: The biggest annual event for sceners is taking place. Multiple people to meet, multiple release to be hunted and copied and those dudes discuss religion! Nerds? Maybe... It poses one before the question, if the scene is autarc from any non-anarchic influences (as it claims to be) or if worldly topics like religion have their impact on what we watch almost each day? Factual is, the scene has faced MANY religiously inspired demos. Some are just kidding, some might be meant just the way they are. Still they all have one thing in common: They simply show the religious ideas of the producers. For instance: If coder A makes fun of a hinduistic guru, he tells us, the viewers, that he in no way accepts religious sects or fanatics of that level. His attitude is to let the the guru appear ridiculous as from his point of view, the guru IS ridiculous. If coder B uses the medium demo to publish the "wise words" of the very same guru, he tells the viewers that he has accepted that human as prophet for something/-one bigger-than-life. His attitude is to spread out the guru's words as from his point of view, the guru speaks truth. Another topic - which is far more interesting but can't discussed fully here - is the Satanism. Although it calls itself an anti-religion, it is bound to the very same structures of religion all the other worldreligions are. Means: It is in fact a religion that denies to be one. Compare the art of Dada, which actually claims to be anti-art with the main-goal of destroying art. So if satanists symbols appear in a demo, it mostly doesn't mean that the producer is a satanist, but he gets inspired by the anti-religion - is inspired by religion in the end. Let us take THE DARK DEMON for instance. Their whole image is built upon Satanism/Gothic-attitudes etc. If they really all believe in this, I doubt. Factual however, we face a group here, which tries to project themselves over religion. So, isn't religion a topic for Scenologists? Remember the Latin spell I put in front of this article? It says: "Jubilate, all people, jubilate praise in all lands." It's a verse from the bible (old testament), written approx. 3000 years ago in hebraic. Is this common to you? Maybe if I add following lines? "Happy nation, living in a happy nation. Where the people understand And dream of the perfect man." Yes, the ancient Latin verse is nothing but the beginning chorus from ACE OF BASE's "Happy Nation". So, if even popstars use the bible to win listeners over religious mysticism, there can't be no question that this topic is interesting for marketing reasons concerning demos. Amen. Sleeping Inside Sleeping Inside... By Dope / Spaceballs Every morning, my alarm goes off... Every morning, my alarm goes off... Every morning, my alarm goes off... My arm wakes up, and turns it off... Every morning, my alarm goes off... I go right to the toilet, wakening my legs... Every morning, my alarm goes off... From there to the kitchen, opening my eyes... Every morning, my alarm goes off... While eating, my mouth wakes up... Every morning, my alarm goes off... and when it doesn't, the teethbrush will do... Every morning, my alarm goes off... From then on, straight to school, work or whatever... Every morning, my alarm goes off... Reaching my destination, about whole my body is active... Every morning, my alarm goes off... But somehow, my mind stays in bed... Every morning, my alarm goes off... It tells me 'I don't want to do anything for today'... Every morning, my alarm goes off... Turning itself round once more... Every morning, my alarm goes off... It's like it's an endless sleep into eternity... Every morning, my alarm goes off... Trying to find out what it's like to do so... Every morning, my alarm goes off... It takes away my inspiration... Every morning, my alarm goes off... I wish I knew a way to wake my mind... War of the Worlds II War of the Worlds By RokDaZone / INFECT No one of the invaders would have believed, as they took their first steps on the surface of this remote forbidding planet, that every single movement of them was being watched. Every twitching of their shoulders, as they tried to fix their weapon - held there by a thin belt of elastic metal - back onto it; every heavy breath as they greedely sucked in the warm wet air of the small world after breathing the unnaturally dry helium-oxide mixture out of the tanks while their 5 month lasting travel; yes, even every single blink of their eyes was being studied, scrutinized, saved. The planet, they were just standing on was nothing more than a too big grown asteroid, circulating around a sun, three times larger than the one human beings are used to know. It was a savaged planet. Nothing but red unearthly weeds as far as the eye manages to cut a zone of view through the mists of an extremly high atmospheric humidity, caused by the steaming hot seas of fire, bursting through the planets surface. Endless monotony, seldomly broken only by scurrilious grown tree-like shapes of stone, grewn like stalagtites in cavern under the ground of our blue planet. It has been a pretty sensation, when scientists found a planet, structured earth-like in an outer spiral arm of our galaxy. Until that time, mankind speculated EARTH.2 to be in another galaxy and therefore tried to search it by radioscoping into the darkness of nothing - without success. All answers they got have been their own rays when mirrored hitting another deserted dead asteroid, star or seldomly a planet of ice or fire. Only a small group of young scientists - outsiders - kept on searching our own galaxy, although techniques of these days, almost 800 years after the first satellites were sent out to explore the space, allowed it to reach the first three galaxies of... let us call it what it is... of eternity. Only eighthundred years after a breaking-through scientist called Albert Einstein told the world that there can nothing be faster than light. About 300000 km/sec that is. Hawkins of the same century managed to come closer to the truth, but never was able to explain or even discover the major mistake, every scientist of that millemnium made: Never say never. Speaking astronomically, to Einstein and all the others it was enough to prove that black holes existed, but they never even thought of using them as matter of transportation. Black holes always have been looked upon as endless tubes, hoses - they are not, because they have no depth. One can not fly through or around them, because although they seem to be endless, they are not. As a result of the fact that they have no beginning. Sending a material particle into it will zoom this piece almost immediately but timelessly into the hyperspace. Well, what use is in doing this when knowing that the particular material waste is sucked into an eternal timespiral - with no way out? A oneway to present so to say, when there's no past and no future. For centuries, scientists of mankind tried to explore black holes and to find access to hyperspace - with the only effect of knowing to have sent a quarter million tons of waste and about 1500 ants, snails, birds, dogs and other living forms into a everlasting picosecond in the name of humanity and mankind - poor brutes! Anyway, technical explaination with terms of scientific vocabulary nonsense are utterly uninteresting and of no further interest here, so let me cut a long story short by telling you that someday a halfmad mate tried to quit with the probleme he was trying to solve for 27 years by creating his own black hole. I guess ALL his problemes have been solved afterwards, but at least the poor fellow had some innovative new insights and so his insignias will live forth in remembrance of a martyr for science - although nearly anyone can even remember the last name of this suicide candidate nowadays. Nonetheless... As he stood there on the surface of this red planet - which had nothing in common with the Mars but the colour - he wondered. There were no noices. Nothing. Everything tranquilly calm. To him, this was no well sign. He expected the heavy hammering from the pits. He, that was Grand Senior Commander Everall Anthony Wallis, member of the Extraterrestial Protection Force (E.T.P.F.), husband and father of two children, they had seen only three times in their lifes. The E.T.P.F. had been build rather representative than prophylactic as no one really thought of the possibility that there could be forces of any kind out in the endless blue depth that could be harmful to mankind. Yet it was a matter of calming down people's worries, when it was brought to life almost twohundred years ago. Continues in next article... War of the Worlds II ( Continued ) Continued... The world on which surface he was moving, had been quite a disappointment to scientists when it was studied after discovery. The scientists wanted to find answers on questions concerning evolution being unanswered up till know, but all they found was a dead rotten planet. Dead, as the red weed that gave the characteristic colour to this world, killed every attempt of live to evolve here. At least, this seemed a good place to get rid off waste. Dangerous toxic waste for which no one knew where to stay with it from the chemical and biological factories and the prisons on our blue planet. Someday a plan eveolved to bring all sentenced to death prisoners of our jails to this planet and with them all the dangerous and deadly waste, men produced. It was called a movement of humanity to let them live here and giving them an exercise instead of injecting poison into their veins or bringing their blood boiling by electricity. In fact, this wasn't mercyful. What they spent here wasn't worth to be called a life. In order to keep alive, they had to struggle against the waste that arrived here every year, had to find ways to protect themselves by weak protection-suits whilst handling the toxic garbage. They dug mines in which they filled the waste. Every year a new load of waste. Every year a new mine. Every year several hundreds new prisoners of a slow death. Every year at least 20 murdered by intoxication or contamination directly after the new load was brought. Every year a couple of hundreds of the slowly suffered to death. Every year people tried to smugglen themselves onto the ships back to earth - no one ever managed to set a foot on its metal. The E.T.P.F.-guards were trained and had lose fingers when it came to shotdowns. Once, the imprisoned tried to storm one of the ships. They almost managed to, but the other ships immediately opened fire and destroyed that other ship, its unlucky crew and the rebels. Who was brought here had nothing to struggle for except his own naked life. Women and men both sterilisated. In a world where 8 men outnumber one woman there is no space for real relation. Each woman had to get used to the fact that she got raped at least five times a week. Many chose the early death by swallowing the waste voluntarily. On earth they called it a wink of humanity to give them a chance... Wallis turned towards his compagnons and waved them to move on forwards. Ten months ago, the last cargo - this time biochemical waste and radioactive plutonium remains - had been "delivered". Shortly afterwards, the contact between the earth and the people on this world broke down. Nothing uncommon so no one really worried. Three months later, there still was no contact and most worrysome: The satellites around the planet showed no sign of new mines or other work. Instead sensores showed strange figures of the red weeds growth. Two months later, public opinion polls showed that people demanded a petition to be sent out to the planet to check what was up - people still believed in the lullaby of a humane solution for the criminal problem. Two months ago, the expedition under Wallis' command finally launched. The fire of the seas kept on exploding into the sky, yet it was the only noice they heard. Slowly, they neared the base which was supposed to lay behind the very next dune. Terrified and paralysed, the men stood still at the hills highest point. Where they expected the base's metal and glass shapes, there was nothing than a heaving mass of the red weed. Steaming and moving it filled the whole valley, oppressing everything. The base itself wasn't any longer visible as it also was covered by this sea of vegetation, grown so unnaturally. "How to explain this to the eggheads?" This was the very last thought rushing throught Wallis' mind befoer hearing the desperate outcry. Everything happened within a few seconds. The small troup of soldiers found itself surrounded by the red weed with the empty circle in the middle getting smaller by milliseconds.The very moment that one of the younger men lost his nerves and allowing his weapon to spit out rows and rows into the steaming warm masses, he already foulnd his feet covered by the ghostly foe. Few seconds later, his knees then his hipps, his breast, his shoulders got overcrowded by the mass. His cries and the ones of the others soon got swallowed by the deading density of the heaving mass. Wallis desperately fought to get to the surface of this surreal sea but didn't manage to. Instead he felt how the weed crept into his ears, nose, mouth, anus, eyes - yes, every single pore of his body. Febrile micro-tentacles searched there ways thourgh his cells and knoted themselves to the ends of his nerves. Strange enough, Wallis felt no pain, just panic. Also this fear got calmed as he felt how more and more his mind got overwhelmed by a much more enormous consciousness. The consciousness of all the imprisoned on this world. Whilst his body started to melt to become further microbic particles of this energy-filled superorganism, his individuality got part of one being that crawled towards the spaceships - filled by the will of a couple of hundreds of doomed humans: Revenge. The Road Bar The Road Bar By RokDaZone / INFECT An old bar stood by the road as if it were trying to hitch a ride to a more prosperous area. Its decrepit structure still defied compliance with the desert landscape, but it already resembled a heap of sun-dried wreckage. The doorway shed light on a still life with an oblivious bartender and dust-covered patches of withered fungus. The last guest passed away under the spigot. A slow afternoon, though not quite uneventful since a fly just started buzzing around. After a while, the buzz grew louder and gave the bartender a long-forgotten feeling. He was thrilled. The sound kept growing louder. Obviously, it was not an insect and before the bartender could ponder what it was, the sound waxed into an incoming roar. An unlikely thought crept into the bartender's mind. It couldn't be a... The sound ceased right in front of the door and a shadow fell inside. A customer made his entrance. He stopped in the doorway to scan the room and sauntered to the bar. The word service flashed through the bartender's mind. He tried to get up from his chair, but the stranger had already reached for a glass. The bartender wanted to point to a clean one, but cobwebs trapped his hand. The stranger's eyes met the eyes of the regular who seemed dead just a moment ago. The latter tried to free the tap from his lips. To no avail. The stranger set down his glass and reached for a bottle of whiskey. He brought it to his lips, but the content had evaporated. The stranger turned around and headed for the door. The bartender exerted all his remaining strength to get up and fetch something to drink, but realized his stock was empty and collapsed back in his chair. The sound of starting engine turned into a steady roar that faded into distance. The dust started settling. Jesus Christ of Voodoo Software Jesus appears courtesy of THE MARVELLOUS(!) LUNATICS BALL 95 (just to have that pointed out!) Infect Announces The Holy Infect Announces By The Forces Of INFECT The holy INFECT hereby announces the forthcoming points: 1.) We are elite. We have been brought to see the light of the world to enlighten ourselves by the suffering of the gathered crowd. Godlike our star rises, there is no way to stop the INFECtion. We come to conquer the world and to bring you peace of insanity. There is no medicine against - INFECT. 2.) We see no need in diskstealing. INFECT was the first and only group to have collected EVERY release at the PARTY IV. We have gotten ourselves nearly 100MB on our harddisk. People came to our place to collect new stuff and to sunbath themselves in our light - Alas! How good we are able to understand you... Greetings therefore to the dude who left thirty disks at our desk with the demand that we should copy the demos to them without being able to offer anything to us in exchange. Mate, come to understand: - You can't demand from gods. - We really want to copy your disks as we just love the FFF-movement (harharhar). We simply don't know when we will come to copy them. - To bad really, we don't have your adress. We also wouldn't spend money on postage. But be sure you are invited to catch them at some INFECT-member's home. We still don't know when they will be finished and who will do the job, but we are young - what is a decade in man's live anyway? 3.) We are the first group to employ apprentices. Nowadays unemployment rates undernetah the younger generation has pittied our hearts deeply so we decided to give young upstreaming losers a chance. In January, INFECT as the world's first group has employed an apprentice. The young mate has to show engagement on all levels to become elite. The apprenticeship time lasts until late March. During this period, he has to manage to get 80 contacts out of nothing. He also gets lessons in takt and serving the elite. This means that he has to serve each full INFECT-member = Serving the breakfast at 8:00 O'clock in the morning (Well, RokDee has to get up at 6:00 o'clock - he's working (harharhar)), with 4 minutes eggs and freshly pressed orang-juice. In the evning the dinner has to be served at 19:00 o'clock and the rooms of each member has to be cleaned up and new condoms to be bought... with the INFECT-members living from Oldenburg in up North and REVAL in Rudolphzell low down south of Germany not an easy task, but who said apprentices times ain't rough? 4.) We appreciate gifts. Many thanks to people who send us disks as gift. Especially RokDaZone gets multiple of these gifts. He is enlightend by this but begs you next time to write clearly on the envelope that these are gifts as he is quite confused to get demands for articles or songs when there are no back-adresses in the letter. 5.) FDJ lebt! As long as the AUFSCHWUNG OST-initiative is active (RECALL and ESKIMOS thy herby be gratefully greeted), there will always be a place for the Free German Workingclass Youth-organisation... 6.) TERROR. The TERROR continues soon... More Chickens Some More Chickens In The Scene By RokDaZone / INFECT So, again I am sitting in front of my tiny monitor being bored by everything going on here and have to write some decent articles. I mean the problem is not to write articles, but to make fillers not to appear as what they are: Fillers. So-what articles are hard to do when one has to tarn them as serious writings. Ok, of course it is a little easier to write them when one can rely on ones name. Or would you ever accuse MACNO to write So-what articles? I would, but that's because I am an arrogant asshole. Sometimes it's getting even easier when a certain maineditor gives the topics he wants to have fillers - pardon - articles written about. This time my favourite VOICES-editor wanted to have something about girls in the scene... Phenomenal! What to write about it? What about this? "One of the most interesting aspects of this years party was undoubtfully that much more women showed of. It seems like the figures of active girls in the scene rise by the year!" Blablabla... Nonsense, but people love to read that. Factual is: 1.) I personally only know about three active femal scenemembers being at one of the Parties: Phoenix / HERESY, Christine de la Queen / SPOON and Pris / EDGE (cheers!). All the other girlies there seemed to be simply girlfriends of sceners, tarned as "mascots" of a group. 2.) Would you let your girlfriend go to a party abroad for several days when it is known that these parties turn out to be orgiastic? Well, the copyparties ain't orgiastic, of course, but they are said to be. This means: Most girls at the party must have been "watchdogs"... Hmmm, I also could do some more controversial stuff: "I don't like to see women floating the scene. They can't code as they can't think logical, they don't know a shit about computers and they destroy friendship. Women have three knobs on their forehead: 'Cooking', 'Sex' and 'Off'! It's better we leave it that way." I would love to write that, but there is always danger that my girlfriend scrolls through the diskmag I am publishing this in so I better leave that (Real machoism lives!). When writing that women destroy the friendship in the scene, I strangly feel like a envious gay who fears to loose his audience, so I'd better stop this kind of nonsense. Aaaah, I've got THE idea! Take that (not the group, fool. I mean the article!): "It was one day when I (Cheese / Braintumor) and Axis / Braintumor where driving with the train from one unimportant place to another. We were chatting about the AMIGA and suddenly an absolutely smashing blonde ripped off her clothings from her perfect body and with an excited: "I love the AMIGA!", she threw herself onto us. Whilst taking her, we came to know her better. Her name was Pissy and she owned an A4000/040 with 060 card on 400GigaHz plus 7 monitors and 28 floppies. She wanted to be member of Braintumor so we could start a great mag which only gets attention because we have a female member that writes for us. In fact there has never been a Pissy as we would never get a girlfriend for being utter nerds and no real girl would simply talk to some idiots like us just because we were talking about a computer, but we thought we could appear clever afterwards, when stating that we therefore invented the girls - in - the - bloody - scene - discussion!" One look at CED's status line: Ah, almost 4000 bytes - That's it, a new filler is born. It is always nice to take the alltime-favourite "So-what article" topics like "Girls in the scene" to get more articles, eh? Cyberpunk: Always Always By Bird of EDGE There is always room for a CyberPunk article in VOICES, in fact that's why we started this magazine and it has for sure developed A LOT since our first issue! Well, back to the CP thing! The last two years has been ABOUT CP in the scene, but what about "real" life? Well the situation in "real" life is not much different from the scene cyberpunk philosophy. We in the Scene are in fact more close to CP than people from the "real" life. WE use the computer to reach some goals, WE use the computer as a daily tool, WE live together with our computers and not to forget WE respect computers and their abilities to create things which we couldn't do without one!! Well it''s a matter of bringing technology into your daily life and use it to the limits, often your imagination is the limit. Electro Time Electro Time By Bird of EDGE Your CyberED is back with another convincing article on the subject CyberPunk! People have asked whether I was a CyberPunk or not and to give you all an answer: "I'm NOT a CyberPunker!". Quite simple! Eh? The discussion on whether you can call yourself a CyberPunker or not will NEVER get to an end because there will always be some fanatic guys/girls who will claim that they ARE Cyberpunks and there will be a group of people saying that CyberPunk has never existed or that CyberPunk will never be realized (It's all fiction). I've never taken side in this discussion, ( hmmm. -CoEd ) because I don't know what to believe. I think that everyone should have their own opinion and believe in what they want. I've decided to define CyberPunk a bit different and call it "Electro Time" because it's much easier for me to believe in something which I can control! I can't control the development in CyberPunk, politics etc.and I don't want to. I agree in some of the things in CyberPunk then I add it to my own "culture" Electro Time and vice versa. All the problems with CyberPunk has in my opinion really been a problem of definition. I don't understand why certain people and medias ALWAYS talk about CyberPunk when they know absolutely NOTHING about it. If one decides to argue against CyberPunk they should know something about it. Another Bird finest (I don't think so! -MEd). Give us some articles about CyberPunk so that we can have a debate about it. Internet Internet Pests By Alan Dykes, Typed by Scarface of EDGE (Note: this was directly quoted from Alan Dykes' column in CU Amiga) I can't do anything these days without hearing 'The Internet' being mentioned by someone or other. On the street, in pubs and restaurants, on trains and planes, in my own home on the radio and television and, of course, the national newspapers. 'The Internet' is bandied about like some magical solution to the worlds problems. It casts a spell on the audience and bestows great importance on he who has just mentioned it. It implies that the speaker is not only up to date with current trends and technology but also has some deep, mystic knowledge which most of the population will never, ever grasp. Let's get things straight. The Internet cannot hope to solve world famine. It can not and will not improve the lives of the homeless children who are being shot by hired guns on the streets of Rio de Janeiro. You will never be able to contact God on the Internet and it will never prevent a nuclear war. In fact if a nuclear war actually happened, even a limited one, the whole Internet would become useless as global communication is thrown into electromagnetic turmoil. Of course the Internet itself, the physical backbone of the system that is, has been designed to survive this eventuality, but you can be sure that BT (British Telecomm -ed) won't be sending engineers round to your house too quickly. And so comms would become once more an abbreviation for sitting around a camp fire in the midst of winter (nuclear) talking about the weather. Unless we have lost the use of our voices altogether by that stage. If you stretched the reasoning of some Internet prophets far enough, we could all be communicating online in the not too distant future, making our vocal chords redundant in much the same way as standing up and halting our consumption of grass and shrubs has made the appendix little more than a useless and painful reminder of our past. Don't get me wrong, the Internet is a brilliant innovation. Anything which allows me to contact the USA, Australia, Hong Kong or Bognor Regis in moments and then download software, graphics files, text, music or whatever I like, gets full marks in my book. But it has become an 'information superhighway' or 'infobahn' in more ways than are immediately obvious from association with these two overused and cliched phrases. It has sprouted and grown in much the same way as its concrete counterparts, and is as difficult to police effectively. Viruses and hackers (and their effects) could be viewed in the same light as earthquakes and terrorists. But for me the most annoying similarity is with some of the users, not the thing itself. There are slow users and fast users. People using it for pleasure, profit and theft. People with fast modems and slow modems, with all sorts of different models of computers. And there are 'show offs'. The people who come up behind you at 100mph on the road, flashing their lights, honking their horns, with their bored out V8 engines, massive egos and unrivalled knowledge of everything on planet earth. And they're on the bloody Internet. They've even invented their own language! I'm sorry, but although I use the Internet I do not want to be referred to as an infonaut or cybernaut. I do not 'surf the world wide web', I surf in the Irish sea. I don't use the 'information super highway', I'm not breaking any 'electronic frontiers', I'm not part of any 'digital revolution', and I sure as hell don't use 'cyberspeak'. It might sound boring but I 'leave messages' in other people's mail boxes. My Amiga is connected to the rest of the world through a 'phone socket' and I generally use 'English', though anyone who has seen me typing fast might doubt it. Go on-line, you won't regret it. There really is a whole wide world out there to explore, but beware of road hogs, flash gits, prophets and geniuses along the way. Be especially wary of anyone remotely connected with self promotion or profit making via the Internet: those selling server space, bulletin board access, comms packages, modems, hard drives, magazines, their personal knowledge of the mystic 'net etc. You need advice and equipment but don't be forced into anything because it is overhyped and heavily marketed. The basic concept is still simple. Vested interests and major corporations have ruined many things in the name of profit, and while everything is either free or relatively inexpensive now you can be sure that, like satellite and cable TV, it will become expensive in the long term. A century ago, we are led to believe, Levis jeans used to genuine workwear, cheap and functional. Now they're an expensive, branded lifestyle accessory. What change does the Internet stand? Life In General Life In General Utah Of EDGE Hey what do you all think about life today, hey what do you think of todays sexlife that we young people live, hey what about the nuclear power plant that can explode next minute, hey what about the disease AIDS that'll maybe kill mankind, hey what about etc etc etc etc etc. This is all things that we all sometimes lay our minds on, maybe some of us also are doing something about the things that we hate. Why do we actully live, is it because we are going to suffer for something that we have done in a future life, NAHH, we all live without a reason and that is a fact, if you think something else I just say, PROVE IT. When I am writing this it comes to my mind that I listen to Iron Madien and they are singing, "Infinite Dreams". Yeah, maybe that is what it is all about, the dream thing I mean. Maybe we are all living in someone elses big dream and then he wakes up and WE DIE. Huuuh, what am I writing for I maybe die in five minutes. Fuck this is becoming deep. Ok, now to some more actully serious problems, the big companys are taking over the world whith there lame PC's. DARN I hate that computer or what it is. As you know (or you are stupid) Amiga is no longer under developing and that is a shame. What can we do to stop some of the companies to get so big then, destroy the market with PIRACY. Now dont go and do this on the Amiga market. As you have read all over the board system they are saying that, "A game worth playing is a game worth buying" and THAT is a thruth, the exception is the PC market. DESTROY IT. OK, after you have read this I would not blame you if you thought I am a complete idiot, maybe I am or maybe not. Think of all the things i have written and you will find a red line through it. Have a good life, and mess it up real good... Move On Move On By Bird of EDGE Computers all over the place. Computer / Techno nerds controling them or vice versa?? If I think of the future I can see nothing positive about it, unless WE do something about it now. What? Almost every home here in Denmark is now equiped with a computer, mostly PC (Idiots!?). People are fascinated by the things which a computer can do, the stunning gfx and the 16bit cd quality sound. It's impressing no doubt about that, but what about "real" life then? The difference between physical existence and virtual existence is no longer as big as it was just 5 years ago. Tell me something I don't know! In a couple of years (5-10-15?) we will have reached a point where computers have replaced A LOT of the daily things we do physicaly. I have lately dropped 70 percent of my mail contacts, simply because it's too slow! This is only the ones I swap with, because it's MUCH faster to get the newest releases by modem. It must be VERY expensive then! I admit that mail swapping is cheaper than getting stuff via modem, but for how long will it be cheaper to send stuff via mail? The Danish phonecompany called "Teledanmark" will in 1996-97 lose ther monopoly and foreign phonecompanys can sell their services to the people. This means that the prices will drop A LOT!! So I think you will see more and more people use the computer / phone to communicate with. I don't have ANYTHING against a technological society, but if people don't know what they use why they use it I would rather be without a computer than be linked to one and it controls me. If WE don't get aware of what consequences a technological society with computers (corporations?) controling the human (nature?) can do then we better start preparing us for a world with technology on one side and nature on the other. "Move On" Electronic Mail Electronic Mail By Bird of EDGE It seems like I'm taking up some really uninteresting things, but If you don't know what the basic things in CyberPunk consist of then you're completely lost when trying to figure out what CP/CyberSpace is all about! On The Phone... ELECTRONIC MAIL is called "e-mail" for short and it's now one of the most popular methods communication. To use e-mail you need a modem and then you need access to the NET. Some ways to get access to the NET are by: 1) Working for a company which maintains a computer network of it's own. 2) Being a member of some commercial computer network like Internet, Fidonet etc. 3) Using a local BBS that has access to the other Nets. 4)University computers have access to one or more Nets. There is ofcourse other ways, but these are the most common ones. You hook your modem to your computer. Then you use some communication software to make your computer dial up the number and the easiest way is to call a BBS which you use to get access to the NET. When you've entered the NET you simply write the address of the the person you want to contact. And then you write the message. Example. You write a message to Anne Kanne and it looks something like this. Anne@Kanne.com The NET then moves the message to a place where she can get it and when Anne logs on she will se something like. "Mail for you from Kaare@EDGE.VO.un.dk (or something similar!). She can now read my message and then send a message back to me. All this sounds like a big transfer, but it often only takes a couple of minutes (it all depends on the size of your data!). So instead of waiting for a returning message from Anne I log off, and later I check back. Sending a message to one person or twenty persons is equally easy! Instead of using paper and stamps you use e-mail, it's practically the same. Network Network By Bird of EDGE Today, people are using their computers to travel the globe. Technically it''s simple. A small cheap box called a modem makes it possible. It converts your computer's digital signals into audiable pulses that can zip through the phone system. With a modem you're able to commu- nicate with other persons all over the world. A modem allows you to hook up with an international web of networks bulletin board systems (BBSs). These networks and BBSs are virtual communities, electronic meeting places for all modem owners. What happens on a BBSs? you dial a number via your computer. You read the electronic mail, join conferences, chat with other people. It's like entering a home, not one BBS looks the same!! Today there are more than 30.000 BBSs. Huge "electronic highways" allow data to flow between systems. Sex: Introduction Introduction To SEX By Bird of EDGE FOOLED YOU!!! Ok this little column is in fact NOT About SEX, but then again maybe it is. In 1992 Madonna released a book with NICE pictures called "SEX". The book is rare, but we've all seen the pictures. What people who haven't seen the book don't know, is that there is text in the book too. I'm the lucky owner of Madonnas book "SEX" and I will now give you the opportunity to read what the texts are about. This means that this little SEX column is NOT written by me. It's typed in by me, but the words are taken from Madonnas book entitled "SEX". There are different kinds of texts in this book. There's some interviews between a person called Dita and a doctor. Dita is some kind of a main character in this book. She also write letters to her boyfriend Johnny. If anyone of you ever get the chance to read the book then do it, because the pictures and the text is AWESOME. Madonnas writes: "Any similarity between characters and events depicted in this book and real persons and events is not only pure coincidental, it's ridiculous. Nothing in this book is true. I made it all up!". I decided only to type in the best texts. You can find the rest of the texts by Madonna in VOICES issue #6. Doctor Doctor Typed by Bird of EDGE Doctor: "Do you feel that it is possible to experience pleasure and pain at the same time?". Dita: "Sure! That's what ass fucking is all about. It's the must pleasureable way to get fucked and it hurts the most too. All your nerve endings are in your ass, but if you're not excited, or if you're not doing it the right things can go really wrong! I Dont See... I Don't See.. Typed by Bird of EDGE I don't see how a guy looking at a naked girl in a magazine is degrading to women. Everyone has their sexuality. It's how you treat people in everyday life that counts, not what turns you on in your fantasy. If all a person ever did was get off on porno movies I would say they are probably dysfunctional sexually, but I don't think it's unhealthy to be interested in that or get off on that. i'm not interested in porno movies because everybody is ugly and faking it it's just silly. They make me laugh, they don't turn me on. A movie like "In The Realm Of Senses" turns me on because it's real. I've been told there are some good Traci Lords movies but I've never seen them. I wouldn't want to watch a snuff movie. I wouldn't want to watch anyone get really hurt, male or female. But generally I don't think pornography degrades women. The women who are doing it want to do it. No one is holding a gun to their head. i don't get that whole thing. I love looking at "Playboy" magazine because women look great naked. Lyrics Lyrics Typed by Bird of EDGE 1. We could use the cage. I got a lof rope. I'm not full of rage - I'm full of hope. I'll light the candles, burn them till they're nice and soft and when they start to drip I'm gonna get you off. This is not a crime and you're not on trial. bend over baby I'm gonna make you smile. 2. There is something comforting about being tied up. Like when you were a baby and your mother strapped you in the car seat. She wanted you to be safe. It was an act of LOVE. 3. Only the one who hurts you can comfort you. Only the one who inflicts the pain can take it AWAY! 4. I don't think you know what pain is. I don't think you've gone that way. I could bring you so much PLEASURE. I'll come to you when you say. I'm not gonna hurt you, JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES! 5. I wouldn't want a penis. It would be like having a third leg. It seems like a contraption that would get in the way. I think I have a dick in my brain. I don't need to have one between my legs. Madsays Dita Says Typed by Bird of EDGE My name is Dita. I'll be your mistress tonight. I'll be your loved one, darling. Turn out the light. I'll be your sorceress, your heart's magician. I'm not a witch. I'm a love technician. I'll be your guiding light. in your darkest hour. I'm gonna change your life. I'm like a poison flower Give it up. Do as I say. Give it up and let me have my way. I'll give you love. I'll hit you like a truck. I'll give you love... I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO FUCK!! Punish Punish Typed by Bird of EDGE Some people want to be punished. Some women want to be slapped around. Some men do too. I think for the most part if women are in an abusive relationship and they suppose some people might think that's an irresponsible statement. I'm sure there are a lot of women in abusive relationships who don't want to be, who are trapped economically; they have all these kids and they have to deal with it. But I have friends who have money and are educated and they stay in abusive relationships, so they must be getting something out of it. The difference between abuse and S & M is the issue of responsibilty. I talked to a dominatrix once and she said the definition of S & M was that you let someone hurt you who you know never would hurt you. It's always a mutual choice. You have an unstated agreement between you that this is the dialogue you have, an unconscius agreement. I don't even think S & M is about sex. I think it's about power. S & M can involve sex, but it doesn't have to. It's a head trip. Sex with... Sex With Typed By Bird of EDGE Sex with the young can be fun if you're in the mood. If you're feeling impatient or you feel like you want someone else to take charge, do not have sex with someone inexperienced. But it can be really arousing. One of the best experiences I ever had was with a teenage boy. I think he was Puerto Rican. he was uncircumcised. He lived in my building and he used to come over to my apartment all the time and just watch me put on my makeup and get ready to go out. He hung around me all the time. He never went to school, so istarted giving him reading assignments. I'd have him read out loud. Like Henry Miller's "The Tropic Of Cancer" or something really arousing. Whenever he got ready to leave he'd kisse me goodbye, but the kisses started getting more and more daring on his part I just went with it. Then one dayhis parents kicked him out of his apartment and he wanted to know if he could spend the night at my house. I told him he could but I only had one bed. So we both got in it and I couldn't sleep, so I had sex with him and it was really awesome because he was so young and so in wonderment of it all. He was fearless. He would do anything. He wasn't very big. He was just a baby. See I'm not a size queen. but it was excellent. He went down on me and I think I had an orgasm in two seconds. I was so turned on; it was probably the most erotic sex I ever had. But he gave me crabs. That's what you get. So you win some and you lose some.