Scene 1 ------- (setting: somewhat geeky bearded figure sitting at a keyboard. the screen shows row after row of: $ mail no mail for mattis $ mail no mail for mattis etc. - obviously a Unix based system around the keyboard are 6 months worth of precariously piled up documents and tattered legal pads, several empty coffee cups and a broken rubber band. what appear to be cobwebs lightly connect the monitor to the desk and the red eyed occupant of the chair at the keyboard, we'll call him M. M has a habit of talking to himself so although the only character to appear in the following dialog is named M, you can imagine the interplay) M: I really should start on those web pages the customer wants already, but hey, it's 4:30, practically quitting time. M: What a day, I tell you, what'd we have this morning maybe seven messages on the bananafish list? That's on a Monday morning, too. M: Yeah, the account of that wild party in Ireland certainly was fun to read - but after that, nada. M: Maybe everyone spent the day wondering about "Helena's proposed trip to Boston to Jim's glass eye". Maybe while she's there she'll find the man with the wooden leg named Smith. M: Either that or they are flabbergasted by the thought of "Genghis snakeskin Texas kickers". By the way, is it true that the Celtics had been contemplating using a certain spry female septuaginarian as a center had they been forced to go with replacement players? M: I thought she already was with the Celtics. Let's try one more time... [screen shot: $ mail N 1 jrovira@juno.com Mon Jan 11 16:23 45/1979 "Re: hello all! :)" Whoa! what's this? M: Looks like some action at last! ^G^G message from mattis@argoscom.com ^G^G --- it is time to leave, please log off --- M: Well, have to go. Thanks Jim.