I was starting to wonder whether something happened to the FFML again . .
. and remembering the old chain of revengefics, I had an idea which
sparked the following. (All right, this is partly a test message, but I
came up with the story anyway . . . what if this *did* happen?)

	"How're we doing?"
	"So far so good . . . the viruses are almost ready."
	"Splendid . . . " The 'girl' giggled evilly, rubbing her hands
together hard enough for her spiky red hair to sway. "Soon we'll have our
*real* revenge on those idiots who keep messing with us and our friends!"
	The red-armored figure looked up, sliding her visor back to reveal
a young face with green eyes, and a few stray wisps of red hair. "You said
it, Wasyuu. How're the rest of you doing?"
	"Almost finished with the connection," the blue-haired girl
replied. "You're a good hacker, Nene."
	"Thank Wasyuu, Ami," replied a black-haired girl with some odd
facial markings. "She's the one who assembled this computer we're using."
	"Skuld," Wasyuu replied, "I couldn't have gathered the best three
hackers in the Aniverse without your help. Are they ready yet?"
	"Just finished coding the last of them," Ami replied as she sat
back from her terminal. "Skuld, how do they look?"
	"This'll take 'em down for sure," Skuld replied with a satisfied
smirk. "Nene, have you got our connection stable to the Internet?"
	"Yep." Nene grinned. "Those bakas are going to pay for all the
times they've gotten the Knight Sabers killed -"
	"And the Sailor Senshi!" Ami agreed. "Usagi may be a ditz and a
bubblehead, but she's still our friend - I wouldn't let her get killed,
not after everything we've been through. And she's no lesbian, either."
	"Sounds like you two really have it in for this bunch," Skuld
commented. "My sisters have taken some pretty heavy abuse, but - "
	"They're goddesses," Wasyuu interrupted. "Anyway, I'm uploading
the package now. Less than twelve hours from now, fanfic.com is gonna be
history and so will the FFML."
	"And after that we can go after r.a.a.c, right?" Skuld asked.
	"It's a shame we had to do this," Nene sighed as she unjacked her
hardsuit from the mainframe. I mean, there are *some* good fanfic authors
out there, right?"
	"A few," Wasyuu conceded. "But then, White Wolf is a stubborn guy.
Could be we'll have to go through this all over again."
	"Count me out next time," Ami said as she stood up. "You know how
busy I am - but thanks for bringing me in on this."
	"No trouble at all," Wasyuu grinned. "Skuld, I think we're done
here - could you take our guests home?"
	Skuld nodded. "Come on, you two." She took Nene's and Ami's hands,
and stepped into the big-screen TV that Wasyuu had brought into the lab. A
moment later, Wasyuu was left alone to close down the Hackamatix lab and
return to something a little closer to her own home dimension.


(PS: White Wolf, we have faith in you. :)

				Tim Miller
					trmiller@mail.bcpl.lib.md.us