Subject: Re: Darkness Assending, the Missing Scene
From: Infinity@world.std.com (Captain Infinity)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.tv.babylon5,alt.fan.tom-servo,rec.arts.sf.tv,alt.tv.babylon-5
Date: Mon, 8 Jun 1998
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In article <3583d181.15802679@news-f.std.com>
"Illusion" wrote *some* of these things:
>Lennier and Ship slipped through hyperspace, following *
the Yellow Brick Road. The Bizarro Munchkins had invented
>a tachyon beam which would lead them either to Truth, %
Justice, and the American Way or to the secret PEZ factory
>or to Death. Possibly both. It did not matter. "I *
can't count past two, never could, never will. That's why I
>live for the One," he thought, "I die for the One." %
I serve drinks to the One. I do the One's laundry."
> *
>A secret voice deep within his soul added a third line %
to the mirror, then snorted it up. Tiny chirping birdies danced
>to the incantation; "I love the One." *
> %
>Such a thing could never be said aloud, of course, and *
this was because the Rangers had trained him to be a mime. Then
>this thought sent a small ache of regret through him. %
"My nose is white. I always wanted to wear the big red nose, but
>"It may already be too late," he thought, "to reveal this *
clownish part of my personality. Why did I have to keep it a
>secret. But perhaps it is no secret at all. Perhaps." %
Perhaps they all call me "MinBozo" behind my back. Perhaps. Perhaps."
> *
> "Oxygen level now at twenty one
don't hit, you'll bust. Bankroll at 42
> percent and falling," Ship said to him,
"The House will not comp you much longer."
> its calm mechanical voice %
frightened him. A straight razor was
> slicing through his distracted *
eyeball, washing away his
> emotional drift like a %
emotional drift that was washed away by a
>straight razor through an eyeball. *
> %
>He tried to regain focus. He mentally moved the *
legband of his shorts. "My bone aches" he thought, but pushed the
>thought aside, and returned his attention to his %
issue of "Playbari" in his hand. He felt a swelling in his
>C'hak'ra, the center of his soul. He envisioned *
himself rolling in field of soap bubbles. He noticed
>a glowing dot at the core of his being, watched it %
aim itself like the sight on a laser rifle. His eggnog began to
>swirl and pulsate. He let his mind drift within *
the cup, playing tag with the Nog, and tapping the Egg against
>the shell of his body, much as his body drifted %
within the cup, playing tag with the Nog, and tapping the egg
>within the shell of his Ship. He watched with *
dismay as repetitive redundancies grew like Monolith Monsters. The
>detached awareness as his body functioned, and %
he took a pair of mental tweezers to his mental splinter. Then he
>examined his inner systems with awe and curiosity. *
Then, in a hurry to end the story, he flew into a nearby sun.
THE END
>_.~`'`~._ Illusion _.~`'`~._
> This came to me in a dream
That'll teach you to mix cheap rum with Mr. Pibb, you dingaling.
**
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