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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Jonathan Smith: President
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Jonathan watched as the Examiner punched a key sequence into the
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computer sitting on his government issue desk. The silence was oppressive.
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This was the most important moment in Jonathan's life.
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The Examiner found Jonathan's file and printed the results on the
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government issue laser printer. Jonathan listened to the low hum of the
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laser as it spat out the results of the Test. Tiny beads of sweat broke out
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on his forehead and he shifted uncomfortably on the chair. Page after page
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slid out of the printer while Jonathan studied the walls.
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The Examiner reached for the stack of paper, still warm from the
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printing process. He grunted softly and then pulled the last page from the
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stack and handed it to Jonathan.
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"As you can see, the results of your test were excellent, but not
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quite good enough. You will not be relegated to slavery, but you will not be
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a member of the ruling class. Since your I.Q. is 15 points above average,
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this entitles you to a house, a government job, and 15 slaves, one for
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each I.Q. point above average. You will be permitted to have one child
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provided that your chosen mate has an I.Q. within 5 points of your own.
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You will be permitted to access various technological resources, which are
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detailed in this report. You will not be permitted to pursue continued
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education. You will be a member of the Drone caste, and will be issued
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a paper saying as much. I will schedule you for tattooing next week and will
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also make an appointment for the chip that will be planted in your wrist.
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This chip will contain all of the information detailed in your report, as well
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as any additional information we choose to include. This will tell vendors
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and librarians which information and products you are permitted to access.
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As a member of the Drone caste you will not be permitted to have privacy
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of any sort, and the Government shall be privy to all that you and your
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family do. Should you break any of the regulations detailed in this report,
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you will be disciplined according to the 2020 Constitution of Renewal.
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Now, do you have any questions?"
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Jonathan looked closely at the Examiner, a pasty faced middle-aged
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member of the Drone caste, the same caste he had been assigned to. He
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allowed his gaze to wander around the room, a room that was small, dark, and
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had no personality of it's own. No camera.
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Jonathan leapt out of his chair and took the Examiner into a
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sturdy headlock.
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"Yeah, I got two questions.. and you will answer them both."
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The Examiner grunted out a muffled "Whatever you want, just
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please don't hurt me.."
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"Are you happy?" Jonathan loosened his grip slightly, just enough
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to allow the Examiner to speak freely.
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"No, no I am not happy... is that what you needed to know?"
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"I have one more question. More of a request, actually. Give me
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your access code."
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"It's written on a piece of paper in my right hand desk drawer..
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They change it every day. It won't help.."
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The Examiner's words died off as Jonathan gave him an injection
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in the heart. Jonathan allowed the man to drop to the floor and sat in
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the chair in front of the computer. A slow smile crept across his face as
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he delved deeper and deeper into the system.
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The laser hummed again, spitting out a report generated by
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Jonathan himself. Jonathan pulled the Examiner off of the floor and
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placed him so that he was slumped across his desk. Heart attacks were
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common in the Drone caste.
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JONATHAN SMITH
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I.Q.: 372
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CASTE: RULING1
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PRIVILEGES: ALL
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POSITION: PRESIDENT
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EFFECTIVE: IMMEDIATELY
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Jonathan smiled and said,"God I love computers."
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DeMoNiKa
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demonika@netcom.com
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= Questions, Comments, Bitches, Ideas, Rants, Death Threats, etc etc... =
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= Internet : jericho@netcom.com (Mail is welcome) =
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= Gote Land +27.31.441115 =
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= Arrested Development +31.77.3547477 =
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= Chemical Persuasion 203.324.0894 Celestial Woodlands 214.252.6455 =
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= Goat Blowers Anon 215.750.0392 Hacker's Haven 303.343.4053 =
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= E.L.F. (NUP) 314.272.3426 Misery 318.625.4532 =
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= Dungeon Sys. Inc. 410.263.2258 Psykodelik Images 407.834.4576 =
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= Paradise Lost 414.476.3181 Black SunShine 513.891.3465 =
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= underworld_1995.com 514.683.1894 Digital Fallout 516.378.6640 =
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= PSYCHOSiS 613.836.7211 Bad Trip 615.870.8805 =
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= Plan 9 716.881.3663 suicidal chaos 718.592.1083 =
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= Phallic Paradise 801.944.7353 Purple Hell 806.791.0747 =
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= Atrocity Exhibition 905.796.3385 Phoenix Modernz 908.830.8265 =
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= The Keg 914.234.9674 =
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= Files through Anonymous FTP: FTP.NETCOM.COM - /pub/je/jericho/FUCK =
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= FTP.FC.NET - /pub/deadkat/misc/FUCK =
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= FTP.WINTERNET.COM - /users/craigb/fuck =
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= FTP.GIGA.OR.AT - /pub/hackers/zines/FUCK =
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= ETEXT.ARCHIVE.UMICH.EDU - /pub/Zines/FUCK =
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= Files through WWW: ftp://ftp.netcom.com/pub/je/jericho/jericho.html =
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