Hazes ~~~~~ Regarding my origins in the modem milieux, I can recall I've taken it after my first love affair, at sixteen all bleak idiosyncrasies were forced aside, because of my darling, we were very lucky on never beign caught at making love in sheltered spots of several public places. So I had to forget the girl if I wanted to escape, my flame was burning vicious and gloomy I've begun to take five meals per day, the last always was at midnight. And in this early days I have became robust. I've installed some warez*. First night buzzing the brand-new whirr. At first my attraction was mostly for the electronic zines ---For they showed me the existence of an eclectic, recondite scene where the data is the life. Poor alienated boy! The inspirations this periodicals produced on me were large. There were nights of garnering and opening ---admiring and sifting the manifold eldritch glossies by the "sWARMs oF oSiRis" squad. Or the brisk and intense spring night in my pal's house using his terminal for lleching all the "sAVEd cONCEPTiOn cREATiONs". ---Tenterhooks for the euphonious compressed e-riches arriving. ---Lots of subterranean bits. So and so my appeal for the board scene begins. Ripped-off adverts of my adolescence... Exacting a preconfigured for the elito-lad's finesse: fast e-migration ---My system is evolving ---too "uLE/k" My first steps as a sys-god. The Avant garde and insurgent nature of my first board was markedly superior to the varied miriad of boards in the formal system's directory. Nightime ---sharing enviroments with able beeps the pager yells it's Aloha, he wants to swap texts games, compilers and editors. I can see ---Civilized cyber-hobos of the hermetic night. Fays, frosty foyers sophisticate rendezvous for not spending the night at home living it at nineteen ---Glory the class of improved high life that the unrefined hoi pollois envy and don't have (never have) Going on vacations ---and letting the board with the auto-answer* enabled. ---Who can figure what will happen on it during the days of my nonprescence? Surely not I ---because I am having diversion on the mountains. On returning ---The feedback bulks Disembarking ---I list ---Awaiting the coming back of my crony, the distinguished lotus damsel who is the apple of my eye. ---She comes! I witness the multimedia nereid in her unhesitating cruise by the matrices and the menus ---Again, as always, making a night of it ---"The doldrums of your abscence and Tensegrity for the topics of our chat of deep waters of a wine-dark sea. Belles mass-producing in endless progressions of their machines. On conferences we brew a home-made network. Finally "vISIONARY hOTBEAD" The privy and solid network starts; with "The Flitting Tyke" as its hub owned by the very smae Sleevy U. Tyke, the renowed consultant and bawdy programmer. The twentythree glacial forums of underground, clandestine and alternative discussions plus portly file transfers as well. Bearing in mind how is to bask on folding, tabular reeds of the preilous, fluxing non-stop n.u.v.s*, but there where n.u.ps for foppish systems that were inaccesible; like "hEIMDALL" or "tARDY liNK" this latter being "pOLEAx"'s headquarter; or the elite "hOBBLiNg cRANk" a distro-site for the tip-top releases of "fRiGg tECHNOLOGiEs" A cold as marble summer night, when Leeching* [VALiD] and packs.. estival auroras relishing all the pieces on those bundles and how ironic, I remember the advert of "hOMBi" the bord it's an indigo hued face. (Workers at the assembly line) Walks among yuppie crowds in the Bs.As Macrodowntown; bulky milk shakes relishing experience. Modern buses, new-fashioned phone booths, plottered* signs and compu marts. Remote and melifluos night when I saw the two extremes one was geeks in the dark and I saw it truly clearly hedonists in the halcyon days was the other ---I mean the techies and the e-craftsmen sharin skills in a profound and precise scene. The lofty digital uplands. Memorable and overruling cliques. Meet in a friday of assembly ---beer, pipes and the gleeful denial to some reporter's offering to interview me for sunday's newspaper ---The pierced faces of the hackers... on tables with steaming ashtrays, manuals palm-tops, hard-drives and cellulars. As for the yearly meeting ---The scener round-up crowds of fanatics undulate to me and the masks ---the predictive reverie of the night before the prelude to the "Alike Panel Scene-party". Going and remaining on it for four days; four derivative, turbid days of demos display gaming networking, sharing and attending compos the sack naps ---The familiar electronic duos or trios of dee-jays and singers, performing concerts in intimate afternoon feats. ---The skains join in a quick manouvre to put in a a shape of Nandisa*, it lasts three wondrous seconds. The silver blob that flits throught the soft pathways of the dangling canals till it reaches the mosaic yards wich look as gloaming vitreous agoras where the rings of bubbles and drops bolt and oscillate. Annulet's outsrip. Then we watch the fierce-demo by "fURTiVE bRATZ": ---Two boys, denim trousers, go by squares at sunset we see them from behind, seeing the, their backs as they enter the vincinities of a school, but they stop for a moment in the corner; amidst the passing by flocks we see a lotus-girl with the uniform's jacket that is tied to her wais with a knot on her midriff. Her hair is red, her nose is retrouss‚ and small, the base of a pair of exotic eyes of lotus form ---We are dumbfoumd for aye when we see the design of her t-shirt, in soft runes, reads: "aGNES, 1987 AD" SAUCE00hazes sk Prana Ascii 20031224î