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Released: Thursday, February 08, 1996

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                         IN THIS ISSUE OF BURN!                            
                                                                           
    I. A Word From The Editor                                              
    II. Zeta Archives. Issue One Volume Alpha                              
    III. Building 69. Fiction By Phantom                                   
    IV. The Skrye Chronicles Issue One By Cybernetics Wizard               
    V. Los Angeles Anarchy Zone By Phantom                                 
    VI. What's Coming Up                                                   






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A Word From The Editor:

Well, It's been a hard 2 weeks and a half I didn't get
as many intelligent submissions as I hoped for but I
still got some.. Okay well you are probably wondering
"Why The Fuck Are You Doing This?". The naswer is easy:
I was bored and I love great fiction. I keep on wasting
my life trying to tell people that change is going to
come, and letting them understand the great faults in
our society. Nobody gets the message. As I might quote
from a favorite band of mine. Although you might not
have heard of them.

"Boot into the face the dreams that fills your night
Decades later it seems Goerge Orwell might be right
Your Dead polemics have sent millions to their graves
Despite your armies we will never be your slaves"
                        Technojihad
                        by Psykosonik

If you did get that well there might be hope for you and
if you think I'm a Pessimistic Dreamer well there
is still hope for you because you are right.

        Chaos451

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Zeta Archives

[Begin transmission: Subspc$#..142667^&&]

It was the best of times.. Well maybe it was the worst
of times.. It was an age of war and anarchy..
                                                                                        
In the year 2032 the first human landed on mars. One of man's greatest
accomplishment since the landing  on the moon.. It started a new era for
man... An era of space and exploration.. Colony ships were built and sent
out to start new civilazations.. By the year 2067 there was over 24 human
colonies known and unknown.. It was a time for prosperity and technological
advancment..
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
It was a time for  hope until January 23 2069..   Colony Zeta Maxima
in the Optiplex system was lost in the communication webs.. 
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I.

Space Station  Lupis 3 Subspace Outpost
January 10 2069 6:00 am Station Time


Jason walked into the Communucation Room. The smell of Sweat and
2 Day Old Coffe hit his nose.

He looked around for a bit..
He still had 12 minutes before he had to report at Comm Terminal
43. 'Might as Well' he thought to himself.

Through a maze of people in Jumpsuits and Cables he found his
Terminal and sat down.. The Enviromental Bubble Closed over him.

Jason pulled out his Security ID and ran it through the slot at the
side of his headset.

A female voice greetd him

"Jason Darius. Security cleared. Activating Systems"

After a low humm. The Comm Terminal came to life..
"Okay What do we have here?.. Was the Sublight from colonies Optiplex
and Falcon recieved"
"Falcon Transmission Recieved. OptiplexTransmission Recieved Sublight
transmission was cut off..Reasons unknown"                                                        

Jason itched his goatee
"Okay open Subspace to Optiplex Channel Zeta 32"
"Channel open"
"Send start up status.."
"Start up status sent" The AI answered almost smiling but with a deep
Worry in her voice.
"Keyboard" Jason demanded
A panel opened in the Comm terminal and a kyboard terminal popped up..
Turning on the lights on his head board Jason Started typing:
                                                                        
>System Optiplex I.D. 290087 open connection this is Outpost Lupis 3 please
respond
                                                                        
>System Optiplex I.D. 290087 open connection this is Outpost Lupis 3 please
respond
                                                                
>System Optiplex I.D. 290087 open connection this is Outpost Lupis 3 please
respond'
                                                                        
>Damnit.. Is anybody Over there?

:::Command Unknown::: 

jason Picked up his headset

"Command center.. This is comm terminal 43 we have a problem here"
"What is it Term43?"
"For some reason Optiplex isn't responding to our transmissions"
"Did you try a opening Subspaxce Communication?"
"Yes Sir.. Doesn't seem like anyone is there"        
"What the hell do you mean by that"
Jason Messed around at his Keyboard terminal. 
"Sending you the log now sir"
I'll get back to you Term43"
Jason Sighed.

II.
Outpost Lupis 3 light years out from The Marke System
June 10 2069 7:00 Station Time

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOBODY IS THERE!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!"
"I mean nobody is there sir"
Kernal Jamison turned towards the Viewing port..

"How many light years away is Optiplex"
"Three sir"
There was a moment of silence through out the room... The
Communacation Precint Officer could almost hear Gears turning
in The Kernals brain.
                                                                                                                    
"How many shuttles do we have available?"
"Thirteen sir"
"And how many transports are in dock at the moment?"
The Precint Officer Sighed to himself.
"You aren't actually sending a transport there aere you?"
"And what if I am?"
"Sir, with all due respect we have only a limited amount people on
this outpost and we can't afford to send Transports for that.. We need
food and supplies. This is the fleet's responsibility"

The Kernal picked the Officer by the collar.. The officer was actually
suprised at the old man's strength

"Listen to me you little worm. I have a daughter in that Colony and I
don't care whose job it is to go sheck it out. But I wanted checked out"
The Precint Officer Stuttered
"Y-Y-Y-Y-e-essir"

III.
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293 km outside of Space Station  Lupis 3 Subspace Outpost
January 10 2069 9:00 am Station Time

jason stepped in the cockpit. It was the first time he has been this
close to outer space. A face engulfed inside a mettalic helmet
turned towards him.
"You must be the communications officer"
"
yessir"

"Good kid.. Take your place at Comm1 it's just a smaller type of
the terminals they use in the station. The only difference is
that you don't have all your VR shit to work with"

"That's Okay sir"
"What's your name son?"
"Comm Officer Jason Darius sir"
"Okay jason let's get this show on the road"


[End transmission: Subspc$#..142667^&&]
[By Chaos451]
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BUILDING 69
 by Phantom

BEGIN

This story was taken from Africa Speaks--October 15th, 2033 ,
this is one of the many digital weekly magazines that is popular
in Africa and New Africa and also is read by many africa settlers
and refugees.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
FROM THE OUTSIDE
"Dear brothers and sisters, this article begins the series on the
lives of our friends and family living abroad in the world. Many
of our fellow friends have left the homeland to experience different
cultures and nations. They communaliy live in buildings in the large
cities which they have bought and refurbished by themselves. A typical
example is Building 69 in San Francisco. Building 69 was built in 1997
during the last wave of corporate expansionism in the world.  One of
the unique things about Building 69 is that it is 150 stories tall,
one of the tallest and most beautifully designed at that time. It was
occupied by the New Nippon Bank and Trust, several architectual firms,
advertising firms, buisness offices and so on until 2007 when the New
Nippon Bank decentralized and sold off many of it's buildings. During
this time many corporations decentralized into more nebulous structures
tied together by the World Wide Web and computers. After all, why pay
for a centralized location with it's costs of traficheating and cooling
and maintence while you could equip and train office workers in data
processing for much cheaper and have them work at home. Due to the
selling of many corporate offices including the New Nippon building,
the real estate market in San Francisco and many other cities collapsed.
Prime office space was even cheaper than suburban apartment blocks at
this time due to the crash of the market. The City of San Francisco
leased Building 69 (The New Nippon building was now called Building 69
due to the city real estate maps) to a local homeless shelter for 3
years. The buidling was abandoned by the shelter in 2009 due to bankrupcy.
The finacially strapped city goverment could not due anything except
board up several doors and paste abandoned signs everywhere. Then our
brothers and sisters stepped in. Thousands of immigrants from New Africa
and other places in the world were pouring into San Francisco each month.
The brothers and sisters needed a centralized place for worship, living
and surviving a cold hard city in a strange land. They picked Building 69
as a place where brothers and sisters could commune. After taking out a
loan from the Immigrant Society, they bought Building 69 in June 2011.
Immediately construction and repair work began. Plumbing was installed for
bathrooms and showers. Walls taken down and put up to divide living quarters
along with the usual painting and recarpeting. Our brothers and sisters
recieved help from many other immgrants in return for living space. They
agreed. Reconstruction was finshed in October 2013 and people began
immediately to move in. Now we move forward to today, almost 30 years later.
To look at Building 69 the casual oberserver would see nothing different,
but to a more carefully trained eye, he or she would see that the energy
inefficent windows have been replaced with energy saving  bioplastic and
solar panels. The 2 bottom and ground floors of 69 are decorated with murals
and a garden of tropical plants and is like a hotel lobby with couches,
chairs in small seating arrangements for privacy and a central desk plus
several small offices of the heads of security, energy, food, medical,
public relations and manufacturing. Security is handled by a local peace
force organized from residents of 69 and is typically armed with light
pistols and stunrods. Serious trouble is handled by the San Francisco
Police Department.  The interior of 69 is also monitored by cameras,
sensors and roving patrols of biologically enhanced animals to help
the peace force out. Residents are issued smartcards for identification
purposes and is also used as a elevator and door key. 69 is mostly
self sufficent, it recieves most of it's power through the efficent
solar panels and bioplastic windows affixed to the building. Also, several
smartsensors on every floor monitor heating, cooling and lighting. Raising
or lowering temperture or switching on or switching off lights depending
on people in the room. Energy conservation is also widely taught and
practiced, many notice the bright posters painted by schoolchildren
on every floor telling people to help save money. Food is grown in
hydroponics, hothouses or grown in SCOP tanks in the 10 story basement
of 69, mostly rice, vegetables andfruits. Vegetarism is also widely
practiced, but some residents have small rabbit huches for a small bit of
meat for the meal. Most furiture and small electronic componets are
manufactured in a central section of 69 called the workshop. Parts of the
furiture are formed by pouring bioplastic into molds, letting them dry and
then assembling together by fitting one section against another like a puzzle.
It also can be stained or painted very easily and can be carved. Hundreds of
beautiful chairs, tables, stools and benches have come out of this workshop,
mostly to domestic use by families but a small share is sold on the free
markets every Saturday. Small electronic repair and manufacturing shops also
reside in the workshop, along with carpetweavers, glassblowers and dozens of
other craftsmen. Speci al air shafts have been built to handle some of
the noxious fumes from the workshop. Many others still go to work by
simply riding mass transit, bicycling to various jobs in San Fran or tapping
on a computer deck and working by modem. 69 simply pays a 10% corporate tax
and all residents pay 10% income tax. This was negotiated at the purchase of
the building. At least 40,000 people live in the massive building, mostly
immigrants. The majorities are Chinese and New African but also refugees from
South and Central America, India, Russia and East Africa. Most immigrants
from the same reigon live in the same areas of 69. Most have their own
cultural laws and religous services which all Peace Force officers learn
before putting on the badge. School is centralized on several floors near
the top section of 69. The teachers have all been licensed by the San Fran
School System. Students are taught english, math, biology, history,civics
and computers using the latest technology from Kindergarden to Senior in High
School. All students and resdients must do at least 20 hours of community
service a month. Either sweeping floors, to cleaning bathrooms, to working in
the kitchens. Meals are communal except for medical or elderly cases. A small
hospital is in 69 for minor injuries, but a Medivac helicopter can be there
in 10 min in case of major injuries.

Clearly, the residents of 69 have shown that with strength, cooperation and
faith vast changes can be made.

Next month, a story about our borthers and sisters work on the volunteer
missions across the world.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
                                                                        

Good Day.

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[ THE SKRYE CHRONICLES ]
[ FROM THE CYBERNETIC ARCHIVES ]
[ ENTRY 0001:  A NEW LIFE ]

     Skrye ran his hand roughly through his blond hair and looked over
his smudged schematics again.  How could he have missed the fiber
optic converter on his raid of the industrial plant?  How?  The fiber
optic converter was an extremely vital piece of the project he was
working on, probably the most important part.
     For the last three months he had been secretly collecting the
parts necessary to complete his project.  He had begged, stolen and
borrowed.  He had even traded his coveted gorsh to that stupid one
eyed junk dealer for a handful of the parts he needed.
     Now, thanks to his own stupidity, he had failed to retrieve the 
vital piece.  His plans were ruined, he would not get another chance,
not now, now that the security at TysonKryo had been alerted.  They
would be ready for him, if he tried to go back for the final piece....

     "The project" was to put together a Com-Net descrambler.  Almost
anyone could build a descrambler, the only problem was getting hold of
it's highly illegal components.   
     Last night Skrye had gone on a raid of the tech labs at TysonKryo
Industries.  At six o'clock the day shift had left and the security
system had been activated.  Skrye had slipped in on a delivery truck
and hidden in a refuse barrel until dark.  Then, under the cover of
darkness, he had snuck into the tech labs and lifted eight of the
parts that he still needed for his descrambler.  Unfortunately he had
been a little nervous and, in his haste to get away from the scene of
the crime, had dropped the ninth and final part to his descrambler.

     Skrye cursed himself, how could he have been so stupid.  Well
there was nothing else to do but go back to the lab for the final
piece, not unless he wanted to travel 900 kilometers to the second
nearest tech lab that would stock the part.
     Skrye Mumbled under his breath, "With my luck they'll fry my
body, and put my brain on display for belonging to the stupidest man
alive."  Skrye checked his chronometer, seventeen-hundred hours. 
"Well if I'm going to go back to the lab tonight I better get moving,"
Skrye thought.  
     Skrye looked around his cluttered room until he spotted the
equipment he had dropped last night.

     As Skrye stepped out of his apartment he glanced around.  "Good,
no Curfew Enforcers in the vicinity."  Skrye closed the window leading
to the ancient fire escape he was standing on. 
     Skrye slowly crept down the rusty ladders of the fire escape to
the ground.  Eight feet down, one of the rusty rungs Skrye was holding
onto broke. 
     Skrye landed on the hard ground with a thud and quickly picked
himself up, brushing the stray locks of hair from his face.  Glancing
around to make sure he had not been spotted Skrye ran over to his
cyclepod and punched the ignition.  Usually it took a few seconds to
respond to his fingerprint ID, but tonight the pod's computer
responded almost instantly.  
     "Great, I'm really getting lucky tonight."  Skrye thought to
himself,  "Maybe I'll be able to get the Mag Flux Converter (MFC) and
be home before twenty-three hundred."

     Taking alleys and back streets, Skrye whizzed through the city
toward the outer rim.  The road stretched before him like a sinister
mobius strip.  Skrye hunched over on his bike, with any luck he would
be able to avoid the hoards of Curfew Enforcers that roamed the
streets during the night.

     Skrye slowed his pod and gently guided it behind some bushes on
the perimeter of TysonKryo Industries.  Skrye felt for his tool belt
and slipped on a pair of REL gloves.  The fence that surrounded TKI
had enough current running through it to fry just about anything.
     Skrye tested the fence then quickly scaled it.  On the other side
he looked around to make sure he had not been detected and headed
toward the tech labs.
     Ducking under searchlights, Skrye ran toward the labs.  Suddenly
Skrye stopped, a bright light was shining in his eyes.  He blinked, a
sharp pain rippled through his body, and everything went dark.

     Skrye awoke with a throbbing pain in his head.  He looked around. 
He was in a medical facility with a bright overhead light.  A young
nurse in a white uniform stepped up to the bed that he was laying on.
     "How are you feeling today sir?", she asked.  
     Skrye looked up at the nurse, her blond hair was tucked neatly 
under her hat.  He hesitated for a moment, wanting to ask where he
was, what had happened to him, but he was unsure of himself.  The
nurse saved him from his dilemma, answering the question before he
could ask it.
     "You have been in a coma for 14 years.", she said.  
     "A coma?"  Skrye thought, "Where are the tech labs?  Have I been
dreaming?"  Skrye sat up.  From a mirror to his right a middle aged
man stared at him.  Skrye gave a small gasp of surprise as he realized
the he was that man.  
     Skrye put his face in his hands.  The nurse hesitated for a
moment, then stepped out of the room and walked down a white corridor
to a large office.
     Her timid knock was answered almost immediately.  
     "Enter!"  A voice commanded.  Kitryn stepped through the door and
approached a large desk.
     "He seems to be accepting this alternate reality very well sir." 
Kitryn looked at the shadowy figure behind the desk.  
     There was a momentary pause, then the voice spoke again.  "Make
sure you dispose of his belongings....  That is all."  
     Kitryn nodded, "Yes sir."

                              *************

     Two days later Skrye stepped out of the hospital.  He looked
around.  Well it was time to get back to the real world and his life. 
His new life....

[ BY CBERNETICS WIZARD]
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LOS ANGELES ANARCHY ZONE - development and implmentation and modern day.

The 1990's - Los Angeles is becoming worse, after the riots of '92, the
police started carrying video cameras mounted on cars, body armor and
lightposts. Even though these cameras sent thousands into jail thousands
more come out of jail because of prison overpopulation. Rising crime
rates and the militancy of gangs also led to the mass migration of
buisnesses into the suburbs where taxes and crime were lower. Many
communities begin walling themselves up and hiring private security firms.
Many people joined the work at home movement as computers and modems became
even cheaper, instead of communting to L.A every day people did their work at
home and sent it over phone lines to bosses and also communicated with
colleges over the World Wide Web. With the advent of Computer Aided Design
and Manufacturing many factories left the city and set up shop in warehouses
in suburbia. By 1999, the city government has reduced most civic services
except police to virtually nothing.  After all, why go into a centralized
city when you can do your work at home and all products are made in the
warehouse down the street. Los Angeles started falling apart. Fire trucks
refused to go into neighborhoods for fear of getting shot at. Ambulances
were being armored and some parts of Central and South Central Los Angeles
were being as "daylight excursion zones", after dark, you were on your own.
The city of Los Angeles died as the final reminants of the city goverment
were being airlifted out. On December 31st to January 2nd, the gangs fired
tons of tracer bullets in the air as a "Victory Celebration" was declared.
Thousands of ex-Angelinos watched from the "ex-urbs" as L.A was declared
dead, and the gangs stood over her body in triumph.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             The early years - Most ex-angelinos accepted the fact that L.A was gone and
moved on. The police gave up cars and took up military style gunships and
patrols in Armored Personnel Carriers. A Series of Bunkers and Firebases
were built to at least control the situation in some manner. Community
Action groups in parts of East Los Angeles and some other parts demanded
and pleaded for police protection. Many were designated as "Volunteers"
and given semi-automatic rifles and some basic military training in defense.
Communities rose up against the kingdoms and were quickly and severly
crushed. The gangs engaged in nightly and daily firefights. Some even began
mounting small military operations against firebases. Now gangs were mounting
anti tank and surface to air missiles on cars and began shooting down police
drones and helicopters. As CAIDS and NVG and other diseases spread across the
nation many gang members began to die off from poor health and sanitation,
others with some medical training survived. Then everything fell apart again.
The Great Quake of 2005 sent skyscrapers tumbling, busted waterlines and
started many small fires. The police evacuated the area, leaving tons of
police equipment there. The gangs couldn't control the fires and watched
as more parts of South Central L.A burned. The federal goverment quickly
dispatched forces and proclaimed martial law. However, since no one lived in
L.A except for gangs and the poor, the federal goverment wasn't going to waste
valuble dollars rebuilding the waste. Instead, a massive 12ft. wall topped by
razor wire with firetowers was built. L.A was instead changed into a open air
Maximum Security Prison.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
The 'Teens and the 20's - the first cargo loads of prisoners were dropped
into L.A. on February 12th, 2010. Most of the prisoners were people who
would never be let loose again. Thousands flooded the system and L.A. began
rising in population. However, CAIDS and NVG killed many in 6 months. The
military flew gunships over dropping food and some medical suppilies,
sometimes Special Forces teams to dispose of hoarders. Most military
equipment in the zone such as SAM's and AVM and technical equipment had
been broken or ran out of ammoution. Shortages of alcahol and power took
out most transportation also. The military watched as small goverments were
formed. Nuevo Aztlan, Nova Africa, New America, Crips/Bloods Confederacy,
East L.A. Empire, Christian Brotherhood, Muslim Union and Blessed Harmony
and the Technocracy were all formed during these years. While only 30% of
the zone population joined any of these governments they became somewhat
powerful. However, most were in constant war with another goverment orthe
"outsiders", the other 70% unaligned prisoners who attacked for food,
water or guns. Defensive positions and border zones have been erected by
the zone goverments.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Today - the fighting still continues. The military gave up it's positions on
the wall to the California National Guard units after the Free State was
reorganized. The CNG has also began to let the Imperial Japanese Armed Forces
and several private security firms use L.A. as a test zone for new military
weapons. The CNG also still ships prisoners to L.A. and even takes prisoners
from other coutries for L.A. The City State of Las Vegas has even sent in
drones with military cameras to film the fighting and even having bets set
on how many will die and who will win. Also even sending in "hunters" with
arms to help the odds and the body count. Most of the so-called goverments
in the zone are formed on ethnic or religious lines. Only Technocracy accpets
everyone if they have some smarts. Technocracy has become a mediator since
they manage the water purification, waste and food plants for all sides.
They even have a Technicans Guild which protects Techs with armed escorts
and promises whoever kills a member with get retribution from all in the
form of attacks on food, waste and water plants.
                                                                                

Welcome to L.A. 
Phantom
                                                                        
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What's Up Coming in the next issue?

Well to tell you the truth I'm not sure.. I know the series like Zeta and
The Skyre chronicles will be going and the rest really depends on what I
get for submissions..  You can send your submissions or comments to:

djn31@ttacs.ttu.edu
z9c95@ttacs.ttu.edu

Or Call Alien Faktor BBS at
(806)791-0555

Thank you for taking the time to read this magazine.
Now LEAVE!
Chaos451
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