From: Emlyn O'regan (oregan.emlyn@healthsolve.com.au)
Date: Mon Apr 21 2003 - 23:01:11 MDT
gts wrote:
> Thanks Hal. Yes, I do remember that thread here now that you
> mention it.
> Because of your intelligent and negative review of the book
> in the first
> message of that thread I decided not to read the book or the thread. I
> figured then that I would never read the book.
>
> It might still be an entertaining read, however. I'll probably read it
> eventually despite what appear to be some valid criticisms by you and
> others. Besides, my girlfriend says I *must* read it. In this
> case I think I
> should do as I am told. I would very much like to engage my
> very bright but
> non-extropian girlfriend in a debate about nanotech as she
> understands it.
>
> -gts (a mate who chooses his arguments wisely. :)
Two guys are sitting in a bar, drunk. One guy says "Hey, let's have a
spitting competishun. See that bowl over there, behind th' bar? First one
that misses buys th' next round."
The other guy goes first. He hoikes up a giant loogie, *THWOP*, it flies
across the bar and into the bowl. The first guy snorts, gargles, and
*KSPLOORT* a second mucus projectile finds its mark.
They alternate, hoiking and snorting and gagging, streamlined meteoric
snotballs following one on the next, hammering home into the bowl like Robin
Hood meets The Swamp Thing.
Finally, the first guys says "hey, I'm dryin' up here. How bout this... if
you drink that whole bowl, I'll buy yer anythin frum the top shelf. Whadya
say?"
His mate leans across the bar and grabs the bowl. The quivering mass,
looking for all the world like the ur-slime of our genesis, is full to the
brim, little strands dangling gloopily over the side.
He lifts it to his lips, and begins to drink, slowly at first then faster,
gulping, eyes wide with a primitive mixture of horror and fear. His friend
yells at him to stop, but he wont. He slurps and swallows until finally he
has consumed the whole abhorent mess.
Later in the hospital, his friend, a bottle of Jack in hand, asks him why he
did it. "I was just jokin'. How come you drunk the whole thing?"
Slowly, the bedridden man opened his eyes to reddened slits.
"Come on. Why, dammit?"
"Once I had started..." He paused.
"Yes?"
"Once I had started... I had to finish." He coughed, then settled. "It was
all in one piece."
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That's what reading Prey is like. You have been warned!
Emlyn
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