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 Land of the Free      Chaos451               Editorial On the CDA Bill   
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 What's New at BURN    Chaos451               New Additions               
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 Greg's Rants          Greg Beliveau (Rush)   The New Humor Column        
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 Skyre #002            Cybernetics Wizard     Skrye Chronicles Number Two 
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 Paradise Lost         Chaos451               A Short Story               
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 Amazona               Phantom                News article from 2013      
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 Just A Proposal       M.B. Lowrie            An Article on our generation
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 The Void              Brenda Everetts        Poetry                      
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 Today                 Brenda Everetts        Poetry                      
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 Unleash               Chaos451               Poetry                      
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 Submissions           Chaos451               Guidelines and Where to send


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Well I guess you all heard about the bill.. I mean who hasn't this thing so
popularized by the media and the state it's not even close to being funny.
If we actually sat down and thought silently for a minute.. How many Pages/
BBS's/or anyother online services can the government control?

It seems like we can't do anythinga bout it. But there is something we can do
go to the Library and get a copy of the Bill Of Rights. Type them out and
send them to president@whitehouse.gov via e-mail. And ask him if he remembers
any of that?

Chaos451

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First thing i want to mention is, as you might have seen from the index
Zeta Archives is no more. I just didn't like the content I put in it and
besides it's a pain in the ass to do a series. So I'm just going to write
short stories and poetry.

The Second is this, BURN is right now in text format, but we are currently
working on an user interfaced program with pull down menus and all that
neat stuff.

And actually I was suprised at the amount of submissions I got for this issue.
Thank you to all those who read the magazine and write for it.

Chaos451

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Greg's Rants

I have been asked to write something funny, something funny about
technical/Sci-Fi type things.  As I have an opinion about just about
anything and everything, that ought to be pretty easy.

But first, since I am new to BURN, I'd better tell you all a little
about my self.  I am not a computer scientist or anything that has
anything remotely to do with a computer related field.  It's just
a hobby.  That's not to say that I am not very handy with a computer
either.  Lets just say I know my way around a computer and leave it
at that, hmmm?
                                                                        
Now to start my rant:

As many of you already know, I am a staunch supporter of OS/2.  It's
just better than anything else out there and that's a FACT.  I
subscribe to the theory: "If Windows sucked, it would be good for something."                        
My main problem with home computers is this: people will "settle" for what's
out there, not what's the superior system (for a clue to this just look at
Macintosh...Here's a better machine, it just is not accepted by the general
public....Too bad, so sad.  That's life) Also, here's a patented Greg's quick
tip:  The best way to speed up Windows is to throw it harder.

Second Rant:
I live in a dorm on the Tech campus.  I am just wondering, is it me, or
when people get away from home they get stupid.  I mean, what's the deal?
People go all their lives at home flushing and they get here and that part of
their brain just dies.  There are a couple of good reasons why they don't
flush:

1)  They are afraid of getting sucked down.  I don't know if you have ever
    seen a dorm toilet, but they could suck down a brick.
2)  They want immortality.  They are trying to leave that last piece of
    evidence of their existence floating in the bowl behind them.

For the love of God, FLUSH DAMMIT!

Last Rant:

I saw on the news, in some places you can actually get a prescription for
Marijuana.  I can see the situation now:  You go to your doctor.  He looks
like Tommy Chong, right down to the tie died shirt and the fried hair.  He
looks you over and says: "You look like you could use some pot, mannnnn.
Here ya go, duuuuude."  You take that prescription card in your hand like
it's gold.  (You grin at your self like you are the luckiest guy in the world.
)  Now you head over to the Albertson's Pharmacy.  You hand the guy the card,
and he looks at you and asks if you would like generic on that.  He says
generic pot is grown in Florida, while the brand name stuff comes from a
small farm in Jamaica.  Just as good, half the price.  (In the background you
hear a PA announcement: "Customer needs assistance in the Crack isle.")  The
pharmacist goes on to ask if you want Resin of Stems.  You take the resin,
and ask if there is a special on bowls.  You pick the one shaped like a skull,
because it reminds you of your girlfriend.  You take all of your new found
treasures and go home thinking "What a great world we live in!"  The store
called "Drug Emporium" would have a whole new meaning.

Well, that's all I have to complain about right now, so I'll let you get back
to your miserable, pathetic lives.

BTW, if you have a problem with what I said, or just something to say to me,
you can e-mail me at Z5A82@TTACS.TTU.EDU.  I probably won't answer you, and
ilikelihood I will ignore you, unless you have a good idea for something you
want me to rant about...

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[ THE SKRYE CHRONICLES ]
[ FROM THE CYBERNETIC ARCHIVES ]
[ ENTRY 0002:  REASSIMILATION ]

     "Well, here we are Skrye, your home."  Kitryn glanced at Skrye,
he looked back at her.  A puzzled grin spread across his face. 
     "If you say so, but I don't recognize much."  Skrye turned his
attention back to his 'home'.  "I can't remember much of anything any
more...."  Skrye's voice trailed off as the transport came to a stop.
     The building didn't look at all familiar to Skrye, but then
again, it probably shouldn't.  Skrye shrugged and stepped off the
transport.

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

     "How is the project coming?"  The Vice Director asked.  
     Kitryn stood in front of his large desk, straining to read the
expression on the Vice Director's face.  "It is going very well Vice
Director, Skrye has been totally reassimilated into society under his
new identity."
     "Excellent work Kitryn.  You have become a very valuable part of
this organization.  I want you to pay special attention to Skrye.  He
is the first of our subjects to undergo this type of conditioning." 
The Vice Director paused for a moment to study the message that had
just appeared on his terminal.
     "I understand sir, I'll do my best."  Kitryn leaned forward
slightly, attempting to catch a glimpse of the message.
     The Vice Director noticed the move, and blanked the screen with a
quick movement.  "Thank you for your report Kitryn, you may go now, an
urgent matter has come up that requires my immediate attention."  The
Vice Director pressed a button on his desk, and the doors behind
Kitryn slid open.
     "Yes, sir, I will keep you updated on the Skrye's progress." 
Kitryn waited a moment for the Vice Director to respond, but
apparently, he was finished conversing with her.  Kitryn hesitated for
a moment then turned and walked out of the office.  She winced at the
bright lights as she stepped into the hallway.
     The doors slid closed behind Kitryn as she walked down the hall
to her office.  She shuddered in spite of herself.  The Vice Director
made her nervous.

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

     Skrye stepped out of his home, the door locking itself behind
him.  He would be starting his new position today.  He still couldn't
remember much of anything, he.  He would be working for TysonKryo
Industries, assembling anti-metallic chips at their new plant.  
     At first Skrye hadn't understood why humans were doing the
assembly instead of machinery, but apparently, certain components were
extremely sensitive to metals.  If any metal was brought within a few
meters of the chips, the chips would be irrevocably damaged.
     Skrye stepped onto the mass-transport as it slowed in front of
his home.  He paused for a moment while his personal data was scanned,
and the appropriate amount of credits deducted from his account.

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

     Life flowed placidly along for Skrye, his first few days at the
TysonKryo plant had gone well.  Skrye had settled into his new
routine.  His superiors were already beginning to taking notice of his
work.  Skrye was assembling chips more than fifty percent faster than
his coworkers.  It wasn't that he was trying to outdo them, he just
enjoyed his work.  

     Skrye set a completed chip aside, his third for the day.  His
stomach was growling.  "Hey Laraby, how about knocking off for a lunch
break, I'm starting to get hungry."
     "Good idea Skrye, I'm starving over here too."  Laraby set his
tools aside and stood up.  Stretching his arms, he stepped down from
the assembly bench.  Skrye followed him, stopping to pick up the
prepackaged lunch he had brought with him.
     They pair made there way toward the security door, where they
were scanned for anti-metallic parts.  The scanner gave an affirmative
beep, and they passed into outer security area.
     "Say Skrye, word has it that your getting kicked upstairs.  You
heard anything about that?"  Laraby scrutinized Skrye's face as they
sat down to eat.
     "I dunno Laraby, maybe, I don't think I'd last long up there, I
don't like having pressure put on me, and I don't like dealing with
people."  Skrye took a bite.
     Laraby nodded, "Amen to that Skrye, don't you let them put you
where you don't belong."

     Skrye licked his fingers as he finished his meal, "Hey Laraby,
what exactly are these chips we are designing used for anyway?"
     "Nobody knows, we just make them and take our pay.  I figure if
the higher ups wanted us to know, they'd tell us."  Laraby wiped his
mouth off with his sleeve and stood up.
     "I guess your right, I've just never seen anything like these
chips before."  Skrye cleaned up the remnants of his meal, and tossed
them into a nearby decomposer.
     "Well, we'd better be getting back Skrye, I've got to finish my
quota of chips or I'll be working late again."  Laraby stepped back
through the security door.  Skrye followed him through, and headed
back toward his work bench.

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

     Skrye glanced at his chronometer.  Almost time to go home.  "Hey
Laraby, how are you coming on your chips?"  Skrye called out.
     Laraby looked up from his work, "Pretty good, I'm actually going
to get done on time for once."
     Laraby's face abruptly registered a shocked look.  "Skrye, look!" 
Laraby pointed with a thick finger to something behind Skrye.
     Skrye turned, a faint clanking sound echoing through the usually
silent assembly room.
     A pair of black clad individuals, were running down the work
room, scooping up chips from the assembly benches.
     Skrye watched in horror as a fellow worker attempted to interfere
with the duo.  They didn't even slow down, the one on the left pointed
a strange looking device at the man.  For a minute, Skrye thought
nothing was going to happen, then the man flew backwards into his
assembly bench, and slumped to the ground.
     "They killed him!"  Skrye thought in terror.  He felt the world
around him slow, his mind screamed at him to run, his body refused to
obey.  Skrye watched as the pair bore down on him, he knew he was
going to die.  He braced himself, it was too late to do anything.  He
was dead!
     Skrye heard Laraby shouting behind him, telling him to move,
telling him to get out of the way, but Skrye didn't move, he just
stood there.
     The figure in the lead slowed, Skrye couldn't see his face it was
covered with a mask, a pair of dark goggles hid his eyes.  
     Suddenly, the mask spoke, "Skrye?!?  Skrye, what are you doing
here?"  What have they done to you!?!"
     The voice sounded familiar, but Skrye could not place it.  How
did this masked man know him, how did he know his name.  Skrye
stumbled back against his assembly bench.
     The second figure grabbed the first by the arm.  "Quan, we've got
to move, security has been alerted.  Set the ion bomb now."  A
feminine voice came from the figure.  
     A shout came from the outer security area. The woman turned, and
aimed a black tubular device at a security team that had suddenly
appeared at the security door.  It was as if an invisible hand grabbed
them and threw them against the wall.  The security team landed in a
heap and did not move.
     "Quan, do it now, we've got to move."  The woman called out. 
     Quan pulled a device out of pack, and set it on the floor.  He
pressed a button on the top, the device began to beep.  
     Quan turned to Skrye.  "I'll be back for you Skrye, I don't know
what they've done to you, but I'll get you out of this mess."
     The pair turned, disappearing back the way they had come.  Skrye
watched them go, the faint beeping sounding in his ear.  
     Skrye heard Laraby shout, "Skrye, the bomb!  Look out!"
     Skrye turned toward the device Quan had left behind, he scrambled
back, but he was too slow, the device exploded.  White light enveloped
Skrye, blinding him.  Skrye tried to shield his eyes, but the light was
too bright, Skrye felt warmth coming from the light, then he lost
consciousness.

[ BY CYBERNETICS WIZARD]
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Paradise Lost

Time was the 20's not the 1920's, It wasn't the 21st century. End of an
era of prosperity and new technology. there was no hope in the land
of the free.  During the time of the war people regarded everything
was over, until the second war disclosed itself . The first
war was just a immense game to stimulate the restless USA economy. 
The government was just not involved. It was a battle
for money, and territory among the biggest corporations on the planet.
The futuristic dream that America had was just an over-optimistic
hallucination.  After the wars the States broke up into their own.
Combining their efforts to remedy the despondent times for the people.
It was not the government's fault. It was the money holding corporations
that destroyed the American dream.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
For some reason Brian Stokes was caught in the middle of all this. 

The voice came over the intercom.

"Technology is not answer for the people. Technology is the enemy of
all. Conserve energy and food for the Word Of God Corporation"
                                                                
Brian kept on walking down the street. He didn't have the time to attend to
this shit, besides he had business to take care of. If you wanted to
call it business. Meeting an endorphin dealer to track down a teenager
was not a job for somebody with his skills.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
The monotonous female voice came on the intercom again

"Remember god deminished us to love him and the only way to survive in a
world infested with sin is to believe in him"
                                                                        
*****                              

"Listen to me man. I don't know shit"

That was the last words he said until he was confronted by 10mm caseless
ammunition through his cerebella cortex.
                                                                        
*****

Brian ran as far as his legs would take him.. they must have been close to
him now. He could smell their clean white suits. Dogs barked and women
shrieked.
                                                                                                                                                        
*****

He had to find her.. If he didn't it was going to cost him his rent, food
and whatever else he had. Some Don Rich type was feeding him the creds
through an anonymous account. The guy didn't want to ruin his social
credibility. So he told Brian.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
It was getting cabalistic in the city. He looked at his watch. 

CorpCity Time: 3:00
Universal Greenwich Time: 1:00

He anathematized himself under his thick trench coat and pulled out his
Oxygen condensator mask.
                                                                
The Utterance appeared on the Intercom again

"We are experiencing a Carbon-monoxide warming please put on your O2
Condensators. Acid Rains are expected tonight. Thank you and God loves us
all"
                                                                        
*****

They had to be close he could perceive their fresh mint breath mixed with
alcohol. And since he didn't have the security of his Arakis 10mm he felt
scared for the first time in his life.  no where to run, no where to hide,
and no power to scream
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
*****

The night came quickly the black rain drops formed puddles on the asphalt.
The bright lights of neon flowed gently through the poisoned water. He turned
towards the club where the anarchic techno punk was coming from. Not even
confronted ny one body guard. he felt skeptical about the whole thing. The
air was filled with reek of urine and artificial hormones. There was dancers
in cages flourishing their leather clad bodies to the music. And in the
corner was a man in a white sleeveless T-shirt and jeans.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   "there are no bad guys just guys who don't give a fuck" 
The band rambled on. And people listened with consumed brain cells. 

Brian sat down by the desolate man.

"Do I know you?" The man asked in a sarcastic demeanor until he felt the edge
                of the pistol against his crotch.
                                                                                                                                                                
"No but you are about to real soon" Brian informed him.

"Look dude if it's horm's you want take it all just don't hassle me."

"Walk with me towards the door and don't even make a funny face"

*****

It was his last chance.. Brian took out the pills from his inner coat pocket
                                                                                                                                                
*****

In the alley Brian held the dealer by his collar. 

"Don't give me that shit"

"look man I deal to hundreds of people everyday how the hell am I supposed
to know some bitch's name?"
                                                                                
Brian threw the guy against the dumpster. he could feel his Boosted reflexes
working to the max now. The dealer was knocked out. Brian walked over to
him and picked him up.
                                                                                                                                                                
He walked over to the run-down motel where cheap prostitutes were sold like
inside a candy machine.
                                                                        
The elderly man widened his eyes at the spectacle that was coming through the
door.
                                                                                
"200 creds with the guy"

Brian pulled out his Cred Stick and handed it to the man. Money was withdrawn
through credit buying shares. In basic Brian did not have any money.
                                                                                                                                        
He walked up the stairs. Opened the door. Layed the dealer down on the floor
and went into the bathroom to get some water.
                                                                                                                                                   
The dealer woke up with a dirty water immersion. Only to look up to see Brians
face looking down on him and pointing his gun to his cranium.
                                                                                               
In fear the dealer yelped. 

"Listen to me man I don't know shit"

*****

Brian swallowed the three pills.. He could now feel the cyanide running
through his flesh he heard the inflection over the intercom again.
                                                                        
"God's day is soon to come when the four angles will walk down on the earth
and pun....."

The End
Chaos451

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Green War,
by Chris Snively

Magazine article from Info Magazine, April 21th, 2013

AMAZON WAR GOES GLOBAL

Brazilian Government accuses European Union of supporting "Green Guerrillas"

Brasilia, Federal Republic of Brazil, April 19th (NNS)

In a surprise move today Brazilian President Damana accused the European
government of supporting the "Green Guerrillas" of Amazonia, the well known
environmental paramilitary group that has been waging a 3 year war with the
Brazilian government, megacorporate development and millions of poor peasant
farmers in the Amazon Basin. The announcement took place during a national
video press conference to the nation earlier today at 1400 local time. "It's
time we unmasked these terrorists", stated the president. He also reported
that military commando units captured rebel weapons and equipment that were
clearly shown on national video to be European designs widely used by the
European Defense Force and several European corporate security units. He
then went on to accuse the leadership of the European Green Party of
"provoking terrorist actions" by supporting "terrorists" with monetary and
military support. European response was swift as Green Party chairwoman Marie
Claire of France spoke to the European Parliament in Brussels later that
afternoon. "This is outrageous!!" stated Miss Claire "Although we morally
support our green brothers and sisters around the globe, we do not, repeat do
not encourage violence and it is just the last desperate acts of this corrupt
regime in Brazil to accuse us of these acts."  The speech went on to explain
that the weapon designs could have been copied by any number of states,
companies or groups using modern CAD/CAM (computer aided design and
manufacturing) equipment. She also indicated that this action was probably a
front created to perk American interest and possibly intervention in the
region.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

BEGINNING OF THE CONFLICT

The Amazon basin has been looked at as an escape valve for the problems of
Brazil in this second decade of the 21st century. Brazil, feeling the
pressures of owing the World Bank and the United States several billion
dollars apiece from loans, huge poverty striken urban populations, political
unrest and economic slowdowns encouraged development of the interior regions
of Brazil called Amazonia by starting a massive highway project to help
relocate some of the poor urban population to begin farming the areas around
the highways. This continued in stops and spurts depending on economic
conditions. When a new corporate government was installed in 2003 after the
infamous Sanchez Scandal involving the murders of several prostitutes and the
Minister of Interior,  this process was speeded up and continued as
manufacturing and mining companies were given special land and law vouchers
to develop Amazonia. But all of this had a cost. Slash and burn farming
started by farmers burned down thousands of acres of rainforest a day.
Corporate development sponsored strip mining of minerals such as gold and
other valuable industrial materials. Poisoning of soil and ground water by
dumping of gallons of illegal chemicals and pollution by using out-dated 20th
Century industrial methods with no safety controls. Cutting down of portions
of the rainforest for valuable hardwoods and the rise of crime and disease
such as AIDS caused by the migration of population and the lure of easy money.
The land itself is not as fertile as some areas in the world and in 2-3 years
this land is so depleted of minerals that crops can no longer grow here. This
causes farmers to develop more land, the abandoned land then reverts to a dry
desert type where not even the rainforest can grow. The rainforest cannot grow
as fast or produce as much oxygen as the 100 yr undisturbed interior. Some
scientists predict and show that these changes effect not just Brazil but the
world with warmer temperatures and the more frequent occurrences of hurricanes
and tornadoes across the globe.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

THE REVOLUTION

Some did not take these actions quietly. Environmentalists across the world
began buying up as much rainforest as they can, securing some 4 million acres
by 2009. Representatives of local villages and Indian tribes in the basin
protested and petitioned the national government, but were ignored and soon
suppressed by military police. Advocates were harassed by corporate security,
landowners and military police. Worldwide environmental groups such as
Greenpeace tried to stop the development but also were ignored as were
scientific advisors.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
Then the talking stopped, and on February 2nd, 2010 a small paramilitary group
infiltrated a General Industry work camp and sabotaged bulldozers, power
facilities and communications and detonated small amounts of chemical
explosives destroying the fuel and food supplies of the camp. Snipers took
down 3 government representatives, 5 corporate executives and 18 landowners
within 24 hours on February 2nd. A computer virus wreaked havoc on computer
lines and transmissions, included in parts of the virus was a simple message
"Get out of our mother's home, the Army of Gaia." These type of attacks
continued until Feb. 13th when military forces arrived in the area. By Feb
14th military and corporate troops launched Operation Alpha to clean out the
rebels. In 4 hours time some 200 troops were dead, 8 helicopter gunships were
shot down with modern anti-aircraft missles and a bombardment of laser-guided
mortars destroyed the headquarters of the local military and operation
commander.  By Feb 16th the troops were pulled out, Operation Alpha was a
dismal failure costing some 1200 troops and 15 military gunships. 2 local
generals were officially retired, secretly sacked. 3 divisions of troops and
a wing of gunships were sent to "pacify" the area and were thought to solve
the "domestic problem" by May, maybe June or so the government declared on
national video. 3 years later the only thing in trouble is the national
government. Already 4 corporations have packed up and left the country. The
huge expense in keeping the troops in the area are draining national coffers.
No loans have been made by the World Bank because of Brazil's "financial and
political insolvency". Europe has stopped all trade through Brazil. New
Africa and Australia have raised tariffs and convened special cabinets stating
that a decision on trade goods will soon be made. Even the Pacific Rim, one of
Brazil's major customers, has not renegotiated several key trade contracts and
canceled some minor investments. The United States still continues to be one
of Brazil's bigger markets for food and manufactured goods despite
Congressional pressure from the American Environmental Party. President
Mitchell declined any questions about the Brazil situation from reporters
while rumors float around that special meetings are going on about Brazil and
about American involvement.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

CURRENT SITUATION

Most cutting down of forests and mining has stopped. So has most manufacturing
facilities and construction yards. Millions of dollars of equipment is idling
or rusting away, but no one wants to use it because of the many dangers
involved in it. Bulldozers have been hit up by anti-tank missiles. Mine
supports blown up by plastic explosives and farmers shot dead in the fields by
snipers. Even the 4 military firebases in the areas are not safe from
bombardment and sniper assaults. No one has truly ever seen a guerrilla but
their presence is felt everywhere. The guerrillas are armed with varieties of
state of the art weapons from dozens of different sources. Chinese anti-tank
weapons, European assault rifles, American surface to air missiles and
African explosives making it difficult to trace the suppliers. Some are even
higher technology, including special landmines which contain passive heat
sensors, which allow them to tell the difference between a animal and a human,
automatic guns which spring up behind government troops, chameleon bodyarmor
allowing guerrillas to blend in to the environment. They also are
evidently connected to the Web by cellular communication and different
governments have reported attacks by hackers on spy satellites to download
satellite photos of Brazilian military positions. The guerrillas fight in a
typical guerrilla way like that in hundreds of similar conflicts, attacking
and fighting for a few minutes then retreating, having government forces
follow them into snare traps, tiger pits, mines and implements while automatic
file whizzes overhead from a dozen sources. The government troops only now
patrol the edge of the forest, and only platoon size groups with artillery and
air support bother to go in. The government recently has been using
"headhunter groups," small elite squads of special forces troops sent in the
jungle to fight the guerrillas at their own game. So far they have had some
success in capturing 2 underground bunkers and they bring back more dead
guerrillas, but is that enough??. The guerillas are using nature as a weapon
in their war. A new mosquito called the Diablo or Devil has been bred by the
guerrillas using modern genetic engineering. This small insect contains at
least 5 major diseases such as diarrhea and yellow fever plus a more
aggressive strain of flu. One sting from these small insect can send strong
healthy men to hospital beds for 2 weeks, and that's with modern medicine and
care, but among the Indians and poor peasant farmers this combination of
diseases has been called La Angel de los Muertos, the Angel of Death. Despite
recent advancements with inoculations against Devils, this small pest has made
lives literally miserable. This new vaccine is only available to certain
members of the government, military and corporates. Small creatures armed with
razor sharp claws and fangs are reported striking cattle and goat ranches in
the area also. These small, silent, furry creatures called Razors by locals
attack cattle and goats in packs of 20 and can strip a cow to the bones in 10
minutes, they also are creations of the guerrillas thanks to genetic testing.
Dozens of other animals have received muscle and bone strengthening and who
knows what else is possible. However, this may be only the beginning.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

A NEW EPIDEMIC ?

On April 13th of this year Headhunter Group 16 was sent into the jungle for
a typical search-and-destroy raid taking typically three to four days. The
group did not report back on April 17th as scheduled.  The military simply
said that they may have been bogged down in heavy fighting or lost their way.
Radio contact was tried but it was unsuccessful. Then in the late evening of
the 18th three survivors of the 20-man team were found at the edge of the
forest by patrols. Their medical conditions were poor and they were airlifted
to a modern medical hospital in Brasilia for care. By 2330 two of the three
were dead, struck down by some sort of virus. The last survivor, a sergeant of
the group told doctors that, while they were inoculated against common disease
and devils, the group began getting sick four hours into the mission.
Typically the pattern was hot and cold sweats, hallucinations, bleeding from
the nose and mouth, then death. Doctors took sample of the sergeant's blood
and proceeded to try all kinds of drugs, but it was too late, the sergeant was
dead by 0100 April 19th. Despite gag orders this new virus, called "16" by
many, has struck fear into peasant and corporate alike. Several corporations
such as General Industries and Takahashi have already ordered all employees
in the basin to move out for quarantine and also have began selling off all
interests in the Basin. Several smaller companies with not a large investments
have left. National newspapers have reported on 16, and demonstrations have
occurred all morning in all of Brazil's major cities. Should America
intervene, it may find itself in a very dangerous situation.

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Just a proposal

We are an old clan. Divided, yes, but still aware. Centuries have passed and
yet we remain tied to one another. Minds interweaved as always.
                                                                
This planet has so many strong pints. Much happiness and enjoyment have come
from our times here.
                                                                                
yet I begin to grow weary of these lives. Many have passed and although love
has softened each one, I am ready.  I believe that the next generation should
be the last.  I fear for the safety of your own collective sanity.  I do not
want to watch this planet sicken and die.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
Already the golden age has passed. Artist turn to darker subjects than in the
days of old.  Men and women place faith in the new god of technology,
forgetting the price of pollution. They are destroying our habitat. Silken
science and peace to create can hardly be found.  My piece of mind has almost
shattered feeling the cruelty of these souls surrounding me.  Inner war
everyday clogs their passions.  Few can find beauty in the city streets and
stagnant air.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
I suggest that we go. If our next generation is willing, we must leave this
consciousness so as to strengthen ourselves.  We must regroup and rest for
surely there is help for our world.
                                                                                                                                                                
As everyone is aware we can perform no more "miracles". Even if the Earth was
suddenly pollution free tomorrow, I doubt the humans will cease to produce
more.
                                                                                                                                                                
We need to rest, and then again go among the people. If we re enter at the
same time it would not be noticeable.  I move to return to Las Cruces , New
Mexico in 2010. We can all work together as a team from the beginning.  We
must enter today's business world and emerge globally, as a multinational
corporation and help these people get their act together! Our efforts toward
solar power and geothermal energy have previously been ignored.  Automobiles
are being used and oil is still being pumped.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
Peers, we must help these people pass through making, yet if we didn't help
we're lost. Already it has begun to affect our communication, which for
centuries has been uncluttered. As soon as the young ones are ready we make
haste. These people must fend for themselves for a few years so we can
re-group and re-order. Everything will be lost if we don't.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
Personally I think this planet has a lot to offer, and needs a bit of a turn
around to set things straight. We all know things will quickly become more
interesting in the next few centuries. I'd like to be around to see how
pollutants mutate further human generations myself.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
I thank everyone for their time and consideration, and beg a swift decision
to this proposal.
                                                                                
M.B. Lowrie

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The Void

True Are The Stories,
That i tell of the
lost and the forgotten

Sing,
Sing me a song.
Teenage angst.
Premature lust
Suicide the brightside
Hunger for the flesh
of another,
Deep burning and higher yurning

She walks the streets
Silently shouting out
Rape me!
To every man she meets
No one would accept her
No one would keep her
Some one put her under
She is now one with the earth

The Void.....The Void

Fifteen, playing with a gun
He was having a little fun
Too much tripping his soul
Was worn thin
One's anger
becomes his
eternal Pine Box
laid to rest
Not eternity's best
rest..

The Void.....The Void

Heartbreak-
Needing a soul escape
Popping pills
Killing emotional strife
Causing physical upset
The dark is her only
friend.
This is the end

The Void....The Void...The Void

Brenda Everetts

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Today


Well,
Today
Is the last day
I'm letting anyone in.
All has been taken
from me.
Locked away in self-
made solitary confinement
I begin to realize,
no one can hurt me here
no one can say goodbye
or
die.

Brenda Everetts

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Unleash

Are you an Astronomer?
No.....
Are you a Scientist?
No.....
Are you a Philospher?
No.....
Are you really you?
No.....

Chaos451

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Well here we are at the end of another issue again.. Oh well don't worry there
will be more. But we are looking for submissions. If you are willing to
submit a story a poem ar anything to BURN our e-mai adress is:

djn31@ttacs.ttu.edu

And The BURN world Head Quarters Sute is:

Alien Faktor
(806)791.0555

We also need the following:

Coders
ANSI and VGA artists
Distributors

See in the next issue.

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