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### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### ## ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ####### ####### [ The Nightfly ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "THE NIGHTFLY" by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu He left the secure ground at 2300 hours and headed for deep space. His space ship was very tight due to the fact that almost the entire two-passenger cabin was as usual filled to the limit with his equipment. The planet behind him became smaller and smaller as he roared past the moon. A pencil headed for the ceiling and he understood that he had left the gravity zone. He checked the map and set the auto pilot for the neutral zone. A police robot swept past him and checked his passport. No problems. He leaned back in the seat and watched the distant suns in front of him. He knew that he would never ever make it so far, but that did not matter. His voice would soon be all over the universe and that was enough for him. The engines suddenly stopped. A few minutes later, the ship stood still in the middle of space. He checked the map again and discovered that he was in the first sector of the neutral zone. Excellent. Time to rock and roll. He opened up his air compartments and heard the familiar sound of oxygen being pumped into the cockpit. He removed his helmet a couple of minutes later and took a deep breath. He hummed on a little tune as his fingers danced around on several buttons. When he was almost done he hesitated for a while before he pushed the final button. A buzzing sound was heard and the gigantic antenna on the roof was extended. Everything had worked out fine. He pulled down the microphone from the roof and turned on his computer terminal. A few commands and his cabin drowned in soft music. The Nightfly was on the air. "The time is 2400 hours central european Earth time and this is the Nightfly speaking to you from the solar system's neutral zone! I will be here for six hours to entertain you, so do not leave! But first, let us listen to the latest hit from the Alpha Centauri Camp." kill, maim, destroy we love to do it we do it all the time it is fun real fun kill, kill, kill (I) The music was really hardcore - the only thing that could be heard, except for the violent song, was magnificent heavy drums that could kill an elephant together with some strange bleeping sounds. The Nightfly did not actually like the music, but he had to play it anyway to amuse some other parts of the universe. The Alpha Centauri Camp had complained about him never playing the kind of music they listened too. He seldom cared about what other creatures on other planets liked to hear since there existed enough styles of music to keep him busy for several decades. When the tune was finished, he leaned forward and spoke into the microphone. "Time for Nightfly Facts! There are three steps in human understanding of his own life! The first step; The Mob Step. Life is work. The second step; The agony step. Life must be more than just work. This understanding leaves the human in pain, since she cannot understand what the meaning of life is. The third (and final) step; The understanding step. Life is work for most people, but one just have to play the game, eat the cake and suck out the fun of life before it is too late! (*). Cool ey? And now; the peoples corner is open! Call and let your voice be heard all over the universe! The number is..." Then he turned on some new music. This time he played some Marsian dance music that was actually quite enjoyable. whatever you do and whatever you are you can always go to Mars and dance gravitation is cool the men are proud and the women are hot so come to Mars and dance (II) "We have a caller! It is Mike from the Sun of Freedom Republic! What have got to say Mike to the people and the creatures and the souls of our universe?" Mike was a creature that did not speak with sounds. Therefor, he used a phone that translated his leg movements into sounds, which ended up his voice rather metallic. "I like music. I like the Nightfly. I like to listen to the Nightfly." "Thanks Mike! Say, what do you think about the new racist movement that have emerged from nowhere on your planet?" "Stupid. Uneducated." "You are right about that, Mike. Now we have Michelle from Earth on the line!" A young female voice came to life. "Hi, Nighty! I love you! I want you! I want to make lo..." Click. "Thanks Michelle! Now for some more music." He played some funky Phobos music and thought about how many calls from weirdos he had received during the two years he had been transmitting. yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Phobos says yeah yeah yeah yeah While the music played the Nightfly lighted a cigarette. He watched the grey smoke and sighed. Even tough he really enjoyed his hobby he still could not relax properly when on the air. No one knew who he was, no one had ever seen him. He was the only Nightfly, the criminal dude who once a week gave the universe what they wanted to listen to. What he did was illegal, but since he was in a neutral zone no one could really arrest him. Yet. It was just a question of time before the governments united and decided to invent some new law that would lead to his arrest, he thought. A sudden anger made him lower the volume in the middle of the tune and scream: "Free radio! We need more stations like mine! Revolution!" The tune continued and he felt free. He knew that he was privileged. Phobos says yeah yeah yeah yeah... (III) "... and Nightfly says yeah too!" Very few people had the money and the knowledge about how to open up their personal radio station. The Nightfly had used parts of a inheritance to buy the necessary equipment for his station. He loved it, and would keep on playing music and talking bullshit for long as he lived. "Want to hear the latest gossip folks? Heh heh... you know the infamous police man Stephen Crownbranch who dedicated his life to nail all hackers and virus makers around the universe? You know, just after he had busted three members of the Galactic Hackers Association he suddenly disappeared from the law force. No one know where he is. But I know! The guys in G.H.A told him that they were going to get him and sure they did. But they struck back in a completely unexpected way. They did not hack his computer not did they send him some killing computer virus. They did not empty his bank account nor did they spread any filthy rumors about him via the networks. Poor old Stephen had fifty computer experts who helped him to feel secure. So I guess he felt rather surprised when the guys in G.H.A, the little nerds with glasses and bad breathes, showed up with a handgun and blew his brain away with two rounds of hot steel. Yep, murdered him for real, not electronically. Way to go, G.H.A. Hackers are heroes. No doubts about that, I can assure you! So! It is time to rock this universe with a political discussion! Tonight's topic will be; why do the mad dictator Clex Mankler keep on living? Should someone zap him to dust with a laser cannon or is economical aid to the rebels be enough? Music maestro! The Killing Game by Force Crew;" he was a dare devil he was a mercenary never had a good life only knew how to shoot I tell you this do not mess with the mercenary man from the stars (IV) "Speak Yggrasil!" "First of all, I would like to thank the Nightfly for his great work!" "Thanks..." "About Clex Mankler... Yes! I think someone ought to blow away a couple of his heads! That piece of selfish shit have ruined the lives of many poor inhabitants on Planet Q! I cannot understand why no one shoots him! Personally, I would use a Magma Three and stick it up his..." "Er... what do you think about the fact that he will be able to vote in the next Galactic Meeting on Phobos?" "It sucks! It is outrageous! He is a madman!" The Nightfly disconnected his caller. "Thanks Yggrasil! I am sure that you are not the only one to have that kind of feelings! Speaking about madmen, last week a young man in a city called Phalun on planet Earth savagely killed seven people with a automatic weapon (**). I guess no one missed that. Apparently his mind snapped when his girl friend told him to fuck off or something.. well, I do not really know the details behind his great rage. The man was a officer in the army and could easily lay his hands on several weapons that he used for his personal retaliation. I could say something about how awful it is that no one stopped him in time or I could demand the army to keep their weapons in a safer place in the future. But I will not do that. I mean, why should I? The young man who killed seven people ought to be treated as a hero down on Earth. Because he showed the world that they have a good army with people who knows how to do the work. Why do they keep on saying that he killed seven 'innocent people'? He was employed by the army. His work is to learn people to kill, main and 'protect' the country from 'enemies'. I never forget the face of one guy who claimed that he felt bad about what had happened. He was dressed in army clothes and had his family close to him when the media interviewed him. He wanted to go home. This pathetic guy really pissed me off. He also worked for the army, as the man who murdered seven people did. So why did he feel bad? Why? The killer just showed the world that their weapons works perfect, that their fine automatic weapons can kill and maim people. That is what they are for. So, this guy who 'felt bad and wanted to home' I just want to know the following facts; when your department of justice decides that it is time for war you must kill and maim people anyway. You will have to kill more than seven people to survive, I tell you that. So use this golden opportunity to learn how that will feel. You will not have the slightest chance to 'feel bad' and 'go home' then. You must kill, you must use your weapon to blow other peoples body parts away. Get used to it. "Now, a short break for the one o'clock news." Welcome to Galactic News. My name is Jon Andersson. Today, the president of the United States on planet Earth decided to wipe out the Freedom Colony on the first moon. Many people are disappointed with the president and says that he should not have used military force...blah blah. Alpha Centauri suffers from one of the worst fire storms in history. The reason seems to be the increasing numbers of smokers...blah blah. Promixia Delta has been sucked into a black hole...blah blah. Another war...blah blah. Yet another war...blah blah. The results from the Space Race...blah blah The weather...blah blah Good night or good morning, depending on where you are... "I am the Nightfly, and you are listening to me! Now..." A loud crash could be heard. He froze. Something had happened. Quickly, he brought up the status screen and discovered that an asteroid had broken one of his wheels. He cursed himself for forgetting to pull the wheels up when he had left the planet. But the damage was not especially serious. He just had to land very carefully when he got back. "Sorry about this little break. I just discovered that a bunch of kids tried to steal my purse. Ha ha ha... You know what? This world must be destroyed. We have lost all our feelings for the human race, the creature race and the soul manager race. All cultures that I know do only want one thing. Money and material. What happened to the old days, the so-called 'dark ages', when God was divine and humble people believed that they were only a small part of a complex but rational order? It vanished and was replaced with a thirst for personal benefit. No one cares about other people, the only thing that matters is the success and the short cuts. Start the body count. Sure, I am a cynic. This world must be destroyed. Now for the number one hit! Kiss My Oxygen Tank with the Plausible Heroes! Hit 'em boys!" kiss my steel tank and feel the air sweep through your lungs you know I care baby, I do not want you to suffocate I love you more than the sun so come on kiss my steel tank (V) His phone rang and he picked it up from the other seat. A female voice spoke to him with a soft voice. "Hi Nightfly. I would like to talk about that Clex Mankler dude. It that okay? My name is Cath by the way." "Of course!" he answered. "Hold on a while." He turned off the music and grabbed the microphone. "Now we got Cath from... uh... somewhere! Let us hear what you got to say to the public Cath!" "About this Clex fella... uh... I think he really is an idiot. And.. uh.. uh..." He had to help her. "Is there something special you dislike with him?" "Yes! Uh... he is SO GOD DAMN UGLY! HE LOOKS LIKE A GOD DAMN PRICK! FUCK HIM! IF I HAD THE CHANCE I WOULD FOR SURE..." "Thanks Cath. But do remember that we have the freedom of speech, so just watch what you say." Click. "You are still listening to the Nightfly. People, when I sit here in my ship I feel rather lonely, let me tell you that. I can see the twinkling stars and the planets, but they are so far away from me that it is almost hard to believe. And when I look at the planets from a closer distance with the zoom-scope I feel the same feeling. Because I cannot see people unless I land on a planet, and the lack of people makes a man feel alone. But when I look at the planets I notice something else. They look so peaceful and comfortable from a long range distance. I cannot see any people, I cannot see any wars. I cannot hear political discussions nor can I see violence and misery. I can only see the huge terrestial body that floats around in space. I cannot see people. The ones responsible for everything bad are people. People never do anything good, they just destroy what is in their way. I am a part of those people, I know that. So, sometimes I love this feeling of being alone in space. I like to sir here alone and watch the planets and the stars. Everything looks so beautiful from here." He paused for a while before he continued. "Now I think it is time to talk about personal relations! Call Nightfly if you got any problems with life, love or whatever! I will be right back!" robot love electrical thoughts mechanic feeling lick the steel proton power neutron dance (VI) "That was Raven Family from planet Earth with the tune 'Does not somebody want to be wanted'. Not very intelligent tune, but good if you want to dance! Something that bugs me is that it is told by many that space is endless. Because if it were not endless, there must be a wall or something at the end of the universe. And what would be behind that wall? More space. Hence, space must be endless. Personally, I do not think that space is endless. Because if it were endless, where would it end? Where should we place the last gas station before we put up the sign 'Here begins the endless space. Have you got enough gasoline?' Now I would like to welcome Ralph from Bay City on Planet XI. What would you like to talk about Ralph?" "Well, you see... I have a girl friend from another planet. Planet XII to be precise. And with this new law that forbids youngsters from other planets to make love to people from here... well..." "I see! So you are not able to meet each other any more?" "No. I cannot even travel to that planet any more." "Let me tell you this Ralph; shout for revolution, get guns and blow the suckers away who invented this law!" "Right! You got it! Thanks and good bye, Nighty!" Click. "Oh, did it not feel nice to be the spark that lighted another revolutionary fire? I tell you this people; actions talks - bullshit rules. We have to work for what we want. But work does not only have to be physical action, it can be everything from words on paper to brief chats in the middle of the night. Of course, oppressed people have little use for big mouths that cannot reveal anything particular about the problems, but those who got the talent to speak... speak! Now for the next caller! We got Hegel from Earth! Speak!" "Hello, it is nice to..." The voice suddenly disappeared. Buzz. Nightfly knocked the phone against the dashboard in a try to get Hegel back. A voice came back, but it was not the one who called himself Hegel. Someone had connected himself to his phone line. Someone special. "Listen Nightfly! This is commander Lick, chief commander on the Queens primary destroyer, who speaks! We are close to you and do you know what we will do?" The Nightfly sighed and lighted another cigarette. "Say hello? Buy me some candy? How should I know?" "We are going to blow you into nothing you criminal! We..." "Sorry, but you cannot do that. I am in a neutral zone and..." "Not any more! The government on planet Earth decided to move the zone six blocks away! So if you do not find a way to move to that area in less than three minutes, you are history! Pirate radio station! (Belch) We are going to get you!" Smart move, really smart move. Nightfly hung up and turned on his engines immediately. He did not know if the guy was lying or not, but he did not want to find out. Quickly he accelerated into space. The cigarette between his lips jumped out of his mouth due to the sudden speed and landed on the floor. Nightfly desperately reached for it and did not see that he actually headed for a well-known black hole. When he raised his head he discovered the hole, but it was way too late and he was sucked in into the black hole do be do be do be do (VII) 'The Nightfly is gone' by Section Z. However, sometimes young and old people still lean back into their chairs, gathers giggling around radios, happily turn on receivers in their cars or space crafts, and enjoys a night of truths and galactic music. Because some people still claim that if you aim your antenna at the Seventh Heaven black hole and tune your radio to a certain frequency you will hear the familiar and beloved voice again. "I am the Nightfly and you are listening to me!" ---------------------------- (I) 'Destroyer, The'. (c) 2132 - Bangle Boys. Flood Records / All rights reserved. (II) 'Dance on Mars'. (c) 2132 - Mars Crew. Flood Records / All rights reserved. (III) 'Say Yeah!'. (c) 2131 - B.A.G. DeadJam / All rights reserved. (BAG@multi.deadjam.com) (IV) 'Killing Game, The'. (c) 2132 - Force Crew. KONK / All rights reserved. (V) 'Kiss my Oxygen Tank'. (c) 2068 - Big Ripe Tomato. (New version by Plausible Heroes) Silver Plate Head / All rights reserved. (VI) 'Does not somebody want to be wanted'. (c) 2132 - Raven Family. KONK / All rights reserved. (VII) 'Nightfly is Gone, The'. (c) 2133 - Section Z. DeadJam / All rights reserved. (SZ@multi.deadjam.com) (*) From the book 'Three Steps In Human Understanding'. Elephant Books. (c) Ian Swede, 2106. With kind permission from the author. (**) Nightfly refers to the Phalun massacre in the year of 2132. ---------------------------- ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I crawled to the store and bought me a bottle again. AA-supported board needed! ETEXT.ARCHIVE.UMICH.EDU /pub/Zines/UXU \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Leave the key to the one who is sweeping. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #206 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #206 Call THE INNER CIRCLE -> +1-203-293-1471 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

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