Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-201

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### #### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ####### ###### [ Reincarnation, Inc. ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "REINCARNATION, INC." by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu Thanks to Womb for the german translations. At first he laughed since the advertisement seemed to be a bad joke. But then, after a while, something else popped up in his mind. Perhaps this was not a joke, but instead some new mad cult or trickster. Whatever it was, this was an excellent story for his newspaper. He leaned back in his chair and watched the wall in front of him in his small office at the New York Daily Express. There was a lot of noise coming from the outside of his door as usual, the editorial staff ran around and screamed to each other about what headline the paper was supposed to have this morning. It did not disturb him, he was used to it. He had been working as a writer for the magazine for ten years. His walls were filled with memories from the old days when he used to be a good writer, someone people looked up to. Prices, clips and diplomas. But his great sense for news had disappeared somewhere down the road. No one listened to him any more, only a few people found his articles interesting nowadays. He needed another scoop. This might be a chance. He read the advertisement again. NOTICE! Are you worried about your after-life? Do not worry any more! Come to us instead! Do not put your soul in the hands of someone else than REINCARNATION INC! We can give you the best after-life service ever available. Visit us now and let us handle your dreams. Very cheap, and naturally delivered with eternal guarantee! REINCARNATION, INC! Call now - 754/1066021 Unbelievable. Someone actually tried to sell something super-natural. He picked up the phone and dialled the number. A woman answered. "Welcome to Reincarnation Incorporated. How can I help you?" "Hello, my name is Robert Andersen. I have just read your advertisement in The Times and I am quite curious about..." "Hold on a second, I will connect you to Friedrich." A click could be heard and the woman was gone. A few seconds later, he could hear yet another person over the line. "Aber ja, this is Friedrich speaking. How kann ich help you?" The man had a strong german accent. "Hi, I am interested in your reincarnation service..." "Oh, das is ja nice, what kind of animal did you have in mind?" "Animal?" "Yes, animal. What kind of animal do you want to be reincarnated to after your sad death?" Robert concentrated. He wanted to laugh out loud but that would not really be a smooth move at this time. He had to get some more facts. "Oh, of course! Well, I really want to become a condor!" "Das ist ja a nice choice! Could you come down to our office this afternoon?" "No problem. When?" "Two o'clock? Will that fit you, sir? Just go to Hamley Street and you will see our sign, yes?" "Sure. I will be there." He hung up. Then he slapped his knees and laughed. This was too good to be true. Later that day, he took a cab to the Hamley Street. The day was hot and steamy, sweating people crowded the streets. Cars honked desperately at each other. Robert watched the crazed city through the cab window. Perhaps we need something super-natural in this world, he thought. Just to clear our minds from the ordinary. Hamley street was placed in the south. He stepped out of the cab, gave the driver a couple of dollars and looked around. He immediately saw the sign. It was not huge, but did really catch ones attention. On the left, beautifully drawn smiling faces on happy people, on the right a few animals. In the middle, a flashy text that revealed the Reincarnation, INC. There was no shopping window, only a small brown wooden door. Robert opened it and stepped inside. A woman, probably the one he had spoken with on the phone, sat behind a desk by the entrance. The room was very small and dark. No fancy posters, no crowd of people. It was just her, a desk and the damp atmosphere. She looked at Robert, smiled and said to him with a soft voice: "Hello there, are you Robert Andersen?" Before he got the chance to answer someone screamed out loud somewhere in the building. "Du bloedmann, was zur hoelle tut's du?! Noch ein fehler, und du bist gefeuert, asshole!" He looked around. The woman noticed his puzzled look. "Do not worry, it is only Friedrich. His new assistant is a newbie when it comes to this kind of business." "I see...", Robert answered. Then he remembered her question. "Oh! Yes, I am Robert!" The woman pressed down a button on the intercom. She leaned forward and spoke into the microphone "He is here, Friedrich." A familiar voice screamed back. "Scheisse! Verdammt Maschine!" The woman shook her head and tried again. "Friedrich! You got a customer! Robert Andersen!" "Aha! Ich will be there in a couple of minutes!" Robert studied the woman. She was young, but had a rather mature way of speaking. It seemed like she had been working at the place for a long time. After she had called for Friedrich, she turned around a began to type something on a typewriter. "Excuse me," Robert said. "but for how long has this company existed?" The woman turned around. "A couple of years." she replied and turned to the typewriter again. "I see, but..." Suddenly a door opened beside the desk and a small fat man rushed into the room. He was dressed like a doctor, his head had no hair and he had huge round spectacles. He violently grabbed Robert's hand and shook it. "Welcome!" the little man said. "Ich bin Friedrich Storm and I know you are Robert Andersen! Step inside my friend!" The man led Robert to the door and almost pushed him into a another small room. A thin boy, also dressed like a doctor, watched Robert with scared eyes as he entered. Friedrich pointed at the boy and shouted: "Go home and study! Raus!" The boy quickly left the room through another door. "My new assistant. Clumsy!" Friedrich muttered. The room had a sterile look. A strange machine occupied one of the walls. It looked like a gigantic tape recorder to Robert. "Now then, my friend!" Friedrich said. "What kind of animal do you want to be reincarnated to?" Robert felt confused. "A condor please..." "Fine!" Quickly, the man walked to the machine a pushed a few buttons. Nothing seemed to happen. "Verdammt!" he screamed and kicked the machine which suddenly came to life. A buzzing sound could be heard. Friedrich pushed yet another button and said: "Condor, please." A red lamp on the machine was lighted. "Jawohl! Now it is ready! That will cost you five hundred dollars! Please pay to ze girl in the reception!", Friedrich said - almost yelling. Robert sighed. "Now wait a minute..." "Bist you not satisfied?", Friedrich asked and stared at Robert with wide open eyes. "Are you kidding me? Are you trying to tell me that this... machine... (or what the hell it is) will help me become a condor when I die? Do you think I am stupid? What is this for kind of business you run?" Friedrich raised a finger. "Now listen to me you little thief! You will not pay? You want this for free? You want to rip me off?" Robert took two steps against the fat man. He knew how to handle weirdos like this. "No, you are trying to rip me off and that is a fact!" "Aber, my friend..." Friedrich said with a weak voice. "No more aber my friend! Who are you? What is this machine?" The fat man looked clearly annoyed. He did not know what to say. Robert waited patiently for a answer to his question. "This is my machine... I invented it. It works! You will turn into a condor when you die! I thought you wanted that!" Robert shook his head. "You are insane." Friedrich took off his glasses and raised his hands up to a guard. "You want to fight, my friend?" he screamed and his face turned red. "You come zu mich here and insult my machine?!" Robert walked to the door. "I will be back." Robert stepped out, walked past the woman and out on the street. Before he rode away in a cab he could hear Friedrich's angry voice behind him. "Ich will this not forget! You little son of a..." Back at the news paper, Robert rushed to the editor. "I have a story!" "About what?" Robert explained. The editor looked at him as is if he was a nobody. "Worthless. Especially since you did not ask him any questions nor took any photos." "Oh no," Robert mumbled. "I forgot that..." "Naturally. So I suggest that you try again, as usual..." Robert felt bad when he stepped out of the editor's office. He had failed again. Back in his own office, he sank down on the chair. He struck his fist against the wall. "Damn! How could I act so stupid?" He knew he had to return and try again. This was a good, funny story and he just could not drop it. He would go back to Reincarnation Incorporated tomorrow and this time he would act like a good journalist. The next day, once again he took a cab and instructed the driver to drive him to Hamley Street. It took the driver fifteen minutes to drive. Before Robert stepped out, he checked that he had his camera, pen and note book with him. He was not going to fail this time. He got rather surprised when he stepped into the first room. The woman was there, but she was busy placing her things into a box. "We have closed down!" she said without looking at him. Robert saw that she was crying. "Oh...", he answered and the woman looked up. "You again?" she said and wiped away a tear. "Yes... I would like to meet mister Storm." The woman covered her face in her hands. "He is dead!" she sobbed. "It is so horrible!" Robert suddenly felt great. If he played his cards right, this might turn out to be a sensation. Maybe Friedrich had been killed by his own machine, maybe he had committed suicide to test his weird invention. "I am sorry, " Robert lied. "May I ask how he died?" It was a rather rude question. But the woman was so upset she might not even notice the brutal media attack, Robert thought. "He was murdered yesterday evening. Right outside here on the street!" the woman said and burst into tears again. Robert wrote down a few lines. Excellent. Someone had actually killed the strange man. "Does anyone know who killed him?" Robert asked. "They caught him immediately. It was a customer who wanted to complain and started up a fight." Robert chuckled. "I am from the New York Daily Express," Robert said and tried to look as if he participated in her grief. "Could I do an interview with you tomorrow in my office?" "Sure," the woman replied and wiped away yet another tear. Robert gave her his card. Before he left, he asked one more question. "How come the police could catch him at once? Did he turn himself in?" The woman giggled between her tears. "No, no...," she said. "You see, it is not so easy to run through the crowded streets of New York. Especially not if you happen to be an elephant." ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Express yourself sideways! Hey! ;) Call THE STASH won't you? 8-) +46-13- ==>:^) \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ See you later, Richard Nixon. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #201 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #201 Call LHDý -> +1-818-546-2332 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

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