Subject: [FFML] [fanfic][Soap]Black: Neon Chronicle Evangelion 0:1
From: TimeRunner
Date: 10/20/1999, 12:17 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

Please read the prologue before reading this story.
C&C is welcome.

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The Sum of All Parts : Black
Neon Chronicle Evangelion

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Chronicles 0:1

        "So... Misato-san... why isn't my father taking me to school 
today?" fourteen-year-old Ikari Shinji asked the long-haired brunette 
in the driver's seat.
        "Because, he's busy at NERV, I already told you, Shinji!" Misato 
said, not taking her eyes off the road. "Kaji is meeting with him and 
Sub-Commander Fuyutsuki. They're preparing to transport Unit 02 to the 
Geofront sometime today," she said.
        "What about Mother?" brown-haired thirteen-year-old Ikari Rei 
asked quietly.
        "I think she had some business with Seele. Something about 
preparing the Fifth Child or something," Misato absently replied. "Why 
do you keep asking me these things? I'm going out of my way to do you 
and your parents a favor here!"
        "Well, it's because..." Shinji began, but he was cut off.
        "It's because the 'famous First Child' baka Shinji here would 
rather not be in the same vehicle with me," Soryu Asuka Langley spat 
from the back seat. She brushed her red hair back and shifted 
uncomfortably in the back seat. "What is it with these Japanese cars? 
Why can't you people even get any decent upholstery for your tiny 
cars?" She bounced around for effect.
        "What the Second said," Shinji said, jerking his thumb behind 
him.
        Misato snarled. "I don't want to hear another word from you 
kids! Shinji, Rei, you're stuck with it, so shut up about it already. 
Asuka, you know Commander Ikari assigned you to live with me, so I 
suggest you get used to Japan pretty soon, because you haven't got a 
choice!"
        "I _am_ shut up," Rei said expressionlessly.
        "Heh, the Commander assigned me to stay with you so you could 
get better sleep at night," Asuka said, smirking.
        "I DON'T get any decent sleep at night with you around, anyway!" 
Misato retorted, nearly sideswiping a little old lady sprinkling water 
on the street.
        "I refuse to be a part of this mess," Rei said, not loud enough 
for anyone else to hear.
        "Better than if Kaji-san sneaked in your apartment every night 
if I wasn't around," Asuka flatly replied.
        "Kaji? Why would I want that loser in my room at night anyway?" 
Misato said, swerving the car to the right, running over the curb to 
avoid running over a little black pig.
        "I told Dad I could walk to school with Kensuke and Toji, but 
no..." Shinji muttered, crossing his arms.
        "Why the heck do we have such lousy living quarters anyway?" 
Asuka demanded. "The place is a dump, it's full of weirdoes, the unit 
itself is cramped, and worst of all we have to sleep on the floor!"
        "Because the Commander said for us to keep a low profile so as 
not to draw attention to our operation! Besides, what's wrong with 
sleeping on the floor? We Japanese have been doing it for centuries!" 
Misato snapped. She barely avoided hitting the rear tire of the 
bicycle in front. The red-capped rider seemed not to notice. "Damn 
cyclers! If he'd only take those earphones out maybe he'd be able to 
hear to save his life!"
        "You, Japanese boy," Asuka said to Shinji, "tell me why you 
people sleep on the floor. Are you simply that cheap?"
        "I sleep on a bed, thank you very much," Shinji said, looking at 
her through hooded eyes.
        "See what I mean? We have to wait hand and foot on Golden Boy 
here just because he's the commander's son! What's probably the only 
reason he's a prospective EVA pilot in the first place!" Asuka said, 
pointing a finger at Shinji.
        "That's not true!" Shinji protested. "I ranked highest in 
aptitude for the qualification exams!"
        "Your father probably just rigged the exams," Asuka said 
accusingly.
        "DID NOT!"
        "If that were true I'd be Second Child, Asuka, not you," Rei 
said flatly.
        "We're here," Misato said, stepping on the brakes. She unlocked 
the doors. "Okay, kids, I'll pick you up at around five."
        "Don't bother, Misato-san," Shinji said, slinging his bag over 
his shoulder and opening the door. "I'll walk home with Toji and 
Kensuke."
        "I'm walking home as well," Rei said.
        As she said this, a bicycle zoomed past the car and screeched 
into the school courtyard.
        "What the HECK was that?" Misato asked, sticking her head out 
the window for a better look.
        "Oh, just Natsume-kun," was Rei's parting words as she left the 
car.
        Shinji said. "Thanks for the lift. Bye." And with this he 
stepped out and walked into school grounds.
        "I'm going shopping with Hikari and Ibuki," Asuka said, exiting 
the car. "You don't have to pick me up either. Auf wiedersehen."
        "Okay, take care," Misato said as Asuka shut the door. She 
stepped on the gas and started to pull away from the curb. "Thank 
God," she muttered.

        "Commander Ikari, I can explain," Kaji began to say, but he was 
interrupted.
        "Kaji," Gendo said, hands clasped in front of him as he sat 
behind his desk, "I send you to do the simplest task and you botch it 
up?"
        "Commander," Fuyutsuki pleaded, "there's no need to get upset. 
It's easily rectifiable."
        Outside Gendo's office the red figure of the Evangelion Unit 02 
could be seen being loaded by ocean carrier into the docking bays by a 
crew of about two hundred personnel from the inland channel leading to 
the ocean.
        "It had damn better be, Fuyutsuki," Gendo said. "I sent you to 
Germany to get it and you try to cheat me by giving me these cheap 
imitations?" Gendo pulled open a drawer and picked up a can and 
slammed it on his desk. "Kirin Beer, Kaji? Have you ever heard of a 
German beer named Kirin?!" He lobbed the empty can and hit Kaji on the 
head before it fell, clattering on the Jacob's Ladder inscribed on the 
office floor.
        Kaji swallowed hard but didn't flinch.
        Fuyutsuki sighed. Gendo was in one of his funny moods again.
        "I merely got the package mixed up with another one, sir. I have 
the real goods with me right now," Kaji said, raising up a plastic 
bag.
        "I imagine your girlfriend's surprise when she opened her stash 
of beer and found Oktoberfest-quality brew in it instead," Gendo said, 
standing up and walking toward Kaji.
        Kaji was sweating visibly. "Sir, I assure you, not one of these 
cans were consumed. I fought long and hard to save them, sir."
        "I imagine you did," Gendo smirked as he walked beside Kaji. He 
quickly snatched the bag from Kaji and walked back behind his desk, 
back turned to him. "I have your report of the Unit 02's delivery, as 
well as your missive from Chairman Kiehl. That's all for now. 
Dismissed."
        Kaji began to walk away, but Gendo called back, "Oh, and one 
more thing." He turned around to face Gendo and reflexively raised his 
hand to block another beer can blow to the head. He caught it and 
looked at it. It was one of the Commander's.
        Gendo smirked. "For your trouble."
        Kaji nodded and exited the office.
        Gendo sat down and placed his feet on his desk as he opened one 
can and tossed another to Fuyutsuki. He chuckled as he raised his can 
in mock-toast. "To world domination."
        Fuyutsuki weakly grinned as he opened his and pretended to take 
a drink. He could never understand the appeal of these things. 
        The trouble with pretending to drink in Gendo's office is that 
there was no place to spit. Not a single potted plant or vase 
anywhere. Aside from the Sephiroth and Jacob's Ladder inscribed in the 
ceiling and floor there was no other feature to the place except for 
the lone desk in the middle. The only way to fake it was to raise the 
can to one's lips and tilt it like you were pouring the disgusting 
concoction into your mouth, except of course your mouth was shut.
        "Yui says hi," Gendo said off-handedly, which made Fuyutsuki 
spit. Since the can was tilted toward his closed mouth he wasted about 
a third of the beer, spilling it on the floor.
        "You're so easy to fluster, Kozo," Gendo said, smirking, as he 
took one last pull from his beer, opened a drawer and dropped the 
empty can inside. He looked forlornly at the spilled beer on the floor 
for a moment. "What a waste."
        "Gendo, will you please be serious for once?" Fuyutsuki snapped, 
wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
        "Fine, fine," Gendo relented. "Chairman Kiehl says that the 
training of the Fifth Child under my wife's guidance goes according to 
schedule."
        "That's good. Do we start synchronization tests for the rest of 
the Children?"
        "Soon," Gendo speculated, swiveling his chair from side to side 
with his feet. "We only have one slight problem. Yui would never agree 
to Shinji or Rei taking it just yet. I still have a lot of convincing 
to do. You know how much trouble the synchronization test gave her, 
remember?"
        "That was different. For one thing, she was already too old to 
begin synchronizing properly with the EVA," Fuyutsuki argued. "And 
another thing. Dr. Akagi pushed her test too far without prior consent 
from either you or me. I'm surprised you didn't censure her for her 
actions."
        "Oh, believe me, what I did was punishment enough for Naoko. 
She's still being punished to this day, in fact," Gendo said, and a 
sly smile formed on his face. "But still, we needed her expertise at 
Artificial Intelligence, and I was not going to let such a valuable 
mind go to waste for that, not matter how reckless it was."
        "I suppose you're right, Gendo," Fuyutsuki said, as he raised 
the can to his lips.
        "Fuyutsuki-sensei."
        Fuyutsuki raised his eyebrows in query.
        Gendo smiled. "You're faking again."

        Kaji walked down the hallway to the main elevators, open can of 
beer in hand. No wonder the Commander was so possessive of these 
things. Kaji grinned in satisfaction as he raised the can to his lips 
as he waited for the elevator.
        "You liar! You told me those were for the Commander!"
        Kaji froze with the can to his mouth as Misato appeared from 
behind the elevator door. "Darling!" he said, throwing his arms out 
wide and deftly tossing the can in the trash can beside him. "I missed 
you!" he exclaimed, stepping into the elevator.
        "You saw me yesterday, you moron," Misato said, folding her 
arms. "And that was one of those beers you said were for Commander 
Ikari. You lied to me again?!"
        "I swear, it's true! He gave me that one can for compensation!"
        "Uh-huh." Misato wasn't buying any. "Next thing you'll tell me 
you're not really having a thing with my landlady, she just had 
something in her eye."
        "But I'm not having a thing with your landlady!" Kaji protested. 
"How could I have time to when I'm always with you?"
        "Not since Asuka was assigned to live with me," Misato flatly 
pointed out.
        "But that was one week ago! Surely you don't think I could do 
such a thing in the span of only one week!"
        The elevator stopped, and the doors opened.
        "Oh, my dear, dear, Kaji," Misato said, patting Kaji on the 
cheek as she walked out of the elevator car. "I guess it's true. I do 
give you a whole lot of credit," she said behind closing doors.

        "The Second Impact was the flooding as a result of a meteorite 
smashing into the polar ice cap. It completely changed the ecology of 
the world. Fortunately," Soichiro-sensei lectured the class in a nasal 
voice, "for us fortunate enough to be living in Tokyo, the devastation 
and flooding that so ravaged our city was gone the next morning. 
However, the next morning, as everyone knows, the space alien Lum 
arrived, starting the fateful ten-day race to determine whether or not 
the planet would be subjugated or left alone. The man responsible for 
our freedom today was Moroboshi Ataru..."
        "Hey, baka Shinji," Asuka whispered. "Is this class boring or 
what?"
        "I dunno, I think it's quite interesting..." Shinji replied.
        "Will you people pipe down!" Kensuke hissed. "The teacher might 
catch you!"
        "What do you care, otaku boy?" Asuka spat.
        "Guys, chill," the boy with the combed-back hair said. "You 
wouldn't want to be standing out there carrying pails in the hallway 
again would you?"
        "Toji-chan's right," Ikuko, a brunette with a medium-length 
haircut concurred. She turned to him and smiled.
        Toji blushed. "Th-thanks Ikuko..."
        Shinji heard a �hmph' and knew it was Hikari, a girl with brown 
hair and a cute freckled face, although he would never admit it to 
himself. She was being jealous of Toji again, it seemed. "He should 
know firsthand," she said dryly.
"Uh, that is to say, I uh..." Toji stammered as he faced Hikari.
        "Suzuhara!" Soichiro-sensei yelled at Toji. "Go stand in the 
hall!" He pointed at a bunch of pails full of water in the corner of 
the classroom.
        Toji picked up a pail with each hand and grumbled out of the 
classroom.
        "Somehow I don't think that form of punishment works on Toji 
anymore," Shinji commented.
        "You think so? Gee," class rep Yagami Ibuki said, snorting. 
"What made you say that? Could it be the fact that this is the fourth 
time this week and it's only Wednesday?"
        "Frankly, I don't see what the heck Hikari and Ikuko see in that 
loser," Asuka said, shrugging.
        Shinji stole a glance at the teacher. Soichiro-sensei's back was 
turned to the class (while he was admonishing Toji outside) and so he 
leaned an elbow on Asuka's desk and smirked at her. "Maybe it's 
because he's a nice guy, Soryu." He laid a finger on Asuka's forehead. 
"And maybe the appeal of being nice is lost to that elitist Aryan 
brain of yours."
        "WHAT?!" Asuka said, pushing off from Shinji and getting to her 
feet. "You take that back!"
        "Miss Soryu!" Soichiro-sensei yelled. "Pails! Hallway! Now!"
        "But... but it was Shinji's fault!" Asuka pleaded, pointing a 
finger at Shinji.
        "Me?" Shinji asked in a disgustingly innocent voice, already 
seated. "I was just sitting here, Otonashi-sensei. And it's not polite 
to point at people like that, Miss Soryu."
        "How does the man do it?" Kensuke wondered out loud.
        "I dunno," Ibuki said, "but if it weren't for him Miss Germany 
here would a lot more unbearable."
        "Asuka. Out. Now," Soichiro-sensei said, signaling toward the 
pails and the door.
        "Hmm. Uncle Soichiro's been in a bad mood lately," Ikuko mused.
        Asuka grabbed a pail in each hand and muttered out of the 
classroom.
        Shinji smirked. "Gee, from the time those two keep spending 
together out in the hallway, you'd think they were an item or 
something."
        Hikari growled at Shinji. Ikuko just grinned.
        Shinji threw up his hands in mock-surrender. "Oops! I didn't 
really mean to say that, honest!"
        "Right," Ibuki snorted, grinning at Shinji.

        Rei never really was any good with people. Always the shy one, 
she stood in the shadow of her more active older brother for most of 
her life. Not that she minded. She looked to hide behind his shadow 
most of the time, anyway, to avoid the awkwardness of human 
interaction.
        Of course, Rei knew she was pretty. Enough people had said it 
consistently enough to convince her that they weren't making it up. 
Besides, people said she looked like her mother and she had always 
thought of her mother as the most beautiful woman in the world.
        The problem arose when she was told this directly. She never 
knew how to deal with compliments, since her brother received more 
that she felt she probably ever would, and he always downplayed it 
with his signature sense of charming humility. The most amazing part 
of that was that it was not false modesty at all. Father had always 
taught them that their advantages over other people were only 
relative, and hearing other people sing your praises was never as 
important as your own self-assessment. Shinji usually felt he was only 
doing his part.
        Rei, on the other hand, upon being told of her beauty, did not 
know how to react. She knew she had very little to do with the way she 
turned out. If anything, she wanted to point the fawning admirers in 
the direction of her parents, who were directly responsible for her 
genetic heritage.
        So Rei had little to be proud of herself over, besides her 
intelligence, which she also got from both parents, and so very rarely 
did people recognize it, since she was so silent all the time.
        The one person who made her feel even less sure of herself was 
Natsume Ryunosuke, who was at that very moment smiling at her from the 
other end of the classroom.
        She could never quite understand what he was smiling at her for. 
True, that one day they sat together all afternoon talking about 
nothing in particular (which she oddly enjoyed), but that was only 
because he was waiting for his father to pick him up and she was 
waiting for hers. When the time had come for them to leave she 
strangely felt both satisfied and regretful at the same time.
        Behind Ryunosuke was Yoshimi, another shy girl, but unlike Rei 
she was properly shy. Which was to say that she was shy as was 
required of a proper young lady, whereas Rei was simply plain-vanilla 
shy. It made Yoshimi seem demure, while Rei came off as aloof.
        And behind Yoshimi was the short Ichinose Kentaro, a rather 
sullen boy who cursed his own genetic heritage the way Rei cherished 
her own. For such an innocuous-looking boy, though, he had his share 
of rumors circulating about him. Some said that he lived with his 
mother who was abandoned by his father who disappeared without a 
trace, which drove his mother to alcoholism, which in turn made his 
home existence a miserable one. Rei knew better than to take those 
rumors at face value, although most rumors had a grain of truth in 
them, no matter how tiny, and so she took note of it and put it away 
from her mind, like she did most everything else.
        At that precise moment, Rei turned away from Ryunosuke's gaze.
        "Ryunosuke!" the teacher yelled. "Are you paying attention at 
all?"
        "No, sir! I mean, yes sir!"
        "Wrong answer! Here are the pails. You know what to do. Take two 
and..."
        But before the professor could finish Ryunosuke took four in 
each hand and two with his teeth and exited into the hallway.
        "What's the point?" Kentaro muttered. "He could carry a hundred 
gallons, no sweat. What's ten pails?"
        Yoshimi giggled, covering her mouth with her right hand and 
facing front, bravely trying to keep on a face of seriousness.
        Rei blinked, felt like she wanted to do something, but because 
she wasn't exactly certain of what was proper to do she did nothing. 
Instead, she listened - or tried to listen - to what was left of the 
lecture.

        "Home from work, Ritsuko?"
        "Yes, mother," Akagi Ritsuko called back, towards the kitchen. 
She took off her shoes and walked toward the sofa, collapsing in a 
comfortable heap. Diagnostics. Diagnostics. All she ever did at NERV 
was diagnostics. Diagnostics for the MAGI. Diagnostics for the 
surveillance equipment. Diagnostics for the Entry Plug circuitry.
        She sighed. And now that she was home, her life would be treated 
to diagnostics from her mother. She waited for several seconds for the 
tirade to begin.
        It did, and her mind began to parse. "Did you meet anyone new at 
work?"
        "No, mother." [New Boy at Work Test: Failed.]
        "Is there anyone you particularly like at work?"
        "No, mother." [Any Boy at Work Test: Failed.]
        "How about Kaji? He seems like a rather nice fellow to me."
        "No, mother, he's Misato's." [Old Guy Friend At Work Test: 
Failed.]
        "Are you sure?"
        "Yes, mother." [Cyclic Redundancy Check: Failed.]
        "But I see the two of you flirting all the time." [Checking Bad 
Sectors for Recoverable Data.]
        "Trust me, mom. It's harmless flirting.  [Primary Check: 
Failed.]
        "How can he be Misato's? They keep fighting with each other." 
[Checking Bad Sectors for Recoverable Data.]
        "That's the point, mom. They keep fighting. They might as well 
be married." [Secondary Check: Failed.]
        "How can you say that? Just because they fight all the time 
doesn't mean they're meant for each other. Look at Commander Ikari and 
me in the past." [Benchmark Testing.]
        "Trust me mom. They're hopelessly in love with each other." 
[Benchmark Test: Failed.]
        "Well, good for them. But, really, Ritsuko! When do you plan on 
giving me grandchildren? Why, when I was your age you where... what? 
Eight? I remember when..."
        Ritsuko sighed and attempted to sleep through the rest of her 
mother's speech. [Extracting files from archive.]

        "Yui, Dear? It's me, Gendo."
        Yui smiled. Gendo knew she did, even over the speakerphone. "Oh, 
Gendo! I missed you." 
        It was enough to make a man believe in the existence of God. "I 
missed you too. The kids are fine, I had Misato drive them to school 
today because I had an important meeting to attend." He stuck out his 
tongue and turned his eyes up at the half-truth.
        "Really? I hope we're not imposing on her too much."
        "What's to impose on? She's got a car, she was heading that way 
to drop off Asuka, anyway."
        "Yes, but Honey, you were the one who made her live with Asuka 
in the first place."
        Gendo grinned. "So I did. What an odd and fortuitous 
coincidence!" He stuck his tongue out again.
        "Whatever," her heard her say sarcastically, although he could 
still hear the grin in her voice. "You'd better not be messing around 
back there while I'm gone, buster!"
        "Mess around? Me? I'm hurt, Yui, truly hurt."
        "Uh-huh."
        "No, seriously!" Gendo said, emoting his �deep emotional 
distress'. He staggered back a few steps, clutching at his chest. "Oh, 
you have cut me to the core of my very being! Why do my actions 
inspire so much distrust in you, my beloved?" He took his glasses off 
and threw them on top of his desk in one single motion, with a 
flourish, openly �weeping' into his other hand. "How could I possibly 
even look at other women while I have you, my dearest? It pains me so 
to hear you say such." He said this while pretending he was about to 
faint.
        Yui burst out laughing. "Oh, Rokubungi, you're so ridiculous!"
        "I try my best," he said, grinning.
        "Well, anyway, I'm coming home in a few days with the Fifth 
Child. I hope you can control your primal urges until then, or I shall 
have you fire Captain Katsuragi and both Dr. Akagi's and replace them 
with toothless old spinsters."
        "Spinsters? Don't you think that's a bad idea? They might be 
desperate enough, you know."
        "Oh, stop it, Gendo!" She giggled, always a pleasant thing to 
hear. "Well, I'll see you then. Bye, Hon!"
        "Bye, dear." Gendo pressed the button and cut off the call. He 
sat back down, rested his feet on his desk, and leaned back, hands 
behind his head. He sighed to himself in satisfaction.
        "Ahem."
        He turned to face the source of the noise. "Yes?"
        Sub-Commander Fuyutsuki wore a weary and rather sickly look on 
his face as he faced Gendo, eyes hooded. "Commander, can I go now?"


To be continued...

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OMAKE! OMAKE! OMAKE!

Four shards of the one mirror. Four fragments of a whole greater than 
the sum of all parts.
And slipping in between the cracks are tiny little pieces of the 
Nanban Mirror, changing reality by a ridiculously trivial degree. 
Other shards of the one mirror. Tiny fragments of reality 
substantially lesser than the sum of all parts.


HIBIKI RYOGA : YELLOW, WITH BLACK SPOTS

        Ryoga ran toward the dojo, ring in hand. "Akane, at last I'll 
finally be able to tell you how I feel! Just wait for me! I'll free 
you! I'll stop this stupid wedding you have with Ranma if it's the 
last thing I ever..."
        SPLASH! Into a mud puddle he went.
        "Bwee! Bu-kiii!"
        Oh, P-chan thought weeping to himself as he helplessly watched 
the Shinto wedding proceed before him, if only I hadn't followed Ranma 
all the way to China, I would still be a man, man enough to stop this 
wedding and confess my love to Akane, and defeat that wretch Ranma!"
        As he wept, a tiny pig tear fell on an even tinier shard, that 
sparkled a little.

One destiny slightly altered. One shard changing one reality by a 
ridiculously trivial degree. One teeny tiny shard of the one mirror. 
One fragment substantially lesser than the sum of all parts.


The Sum of Spare Parts : Yellow, with Black Spots
 
        Ryoga wandered through the dense wilderness. "Damn it! When I 
find you, Ranma Saotome, I'll destroy your happiness!"
        A teeny tiny sparkle of light. A pale flicker of insight. 
Memories, somewhat trickling onto Ryoga's mind, underwhelming it with 
memories he could barely understand anyway.
        "No! If I continue on this mad quest to find Ranma I'll fall 
into the Spring of Drowned Pig!" Ryoga gasped. "I must turn back and 
return to Japan, while I still have my manhood! I've been given a 
second chance!"
        He looked around. "Now if I could only remember the way back 
home."

        After days of trekking through the dense jungle, he emerged into 
a clearing. He looked and saw a raised ledge. "Huh. Maybe I can get my 
bearings from up there. It looks like a good vantage point. Maybe I 
can see the way back to Japan from there. I'm through with looking for 
Ranma."
        He trudged up the incline and took a good look at his 
surroundings. "What are all these little ponds doing here? Maybe I'm 
in Hokkaido..." he supposed, looking over a feudal era map of Japan.
        "Come back here, old man!" he hear someone say. "Oh no!" he 
cried.
        A panda ran past him and he began to panic. "No! It can't be!"
        He got kneed on the head by a very familiar red-haired pig-
tailed girl.. at least, familiar until the point where he got smacked 
on the head, then he completely forgot about where he saw her before, 
forever.
        He plummeted down, down, and he saw below him a spring with a 
bamboo pole jutting out of the surface of the water. "How positively 
odd," he thought out loud. "I appear to be experiencing d�j� vu," he 
said as he struck the surface of the water.
        Surprised by his newfound (and transitory) eloquence gained 
through head concussion, he opened his mouth in an effort to speak out 
loud the last profound statement he could get out of it. Such a shame 
too, for if he had managed to say it out loud it would have changed 
the course of his life and the lives of others forever, but it came 
out thus:
        "BWEEEEE!!!"


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http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Towers/7482
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