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( A U G U S T 2 6 , 1 9 9 4 : File ! : Intro to Issue 19 : Billy Biggs : File @ : Randy King InterView : Joshua Lellis : File # : Electronic Pocket Change And The Internet : Steven Baker : File # : Sci-Fi: Square One - Part 5 : Kipp Lightburn : File $ : Heavy Duty - Prologue and Chapter One : C.McLean-Campbell : File % : Nibbles of Information : Billy Biggs ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ --<----<----<----<----L - i - N - e ----- N - o - i - Z ---->---->---->---->-- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ File - ! Things are going better now... I've got alot of stuff planned for next issue that this time WILL be there, the subscription service seems to be working now and hopefully I will be publishing an interview with Bill Leeb & Rhys Fulber of FLA, Delerium, Intermix etc. -Billy Biggs, editor. ***** N o T E ****** - We have been experiencing problems with our subscription list. If you find that the following subscription instructions are not working then e-mail me at ae687@freenet.carleton.ca and I'll see what I can do.... =-*-= Subscription Info =-*-= o Subscriptions can be obtained by sending mail to: dodger@fubar.bk.psu.edu With the words: Subscription LineNoiz In the body of the letter. o Back Issues can be recieved by sending mail to the same address with the words BACK ISSUES in the subject. =-*-= Submission Info =-*-= o Please send any submissions to me: ae687@freenet.carleton.ca o We accept Sci-Fi, opinions, reviews and anything else of interest. o Please submit . . . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ --<----<----<----<----L - i - N - e ----- N - o - i - Z ---->---->---->---->-- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ File - @ From: joshua@server.dmccorp.com (Joshua Lellis) Subject: Randy King InterView (Recently, I got a chance to talk with Randy King, aka the infamous Taran King, ex-editor of Phrack magazine. Mr. King gave permission for it to be published in my zine (which has since died). So it shall be published here in Line Noiz. You'll have to notice that every time it says Joshua Lellis said:, it was a different message. So it may get confusing here and there, because it was message after message of questions and answers. I've tried my best to put it all together in an interview format.) Joshua Lellis said: > I never understood the EFF. > Not that that matters. Cause I never understood how all these > Phracks can be everywhere. Sites like rutgers and (?) EFF > all keep the Phracks without any trouble from law enforcement > hblahblah....8-) There's nothing illegal about Phrack. Period. It is information. Lots of information can be used in an illegal manner, it's just a matter of whether you apply it or not. Much of the information in Phrack can be used in a legal manner, specifically to avoid people abusing the holes that would allow illegal activities to occur due to them. Whatever...you'll never see anyone getting arrested for having Phrack on their BBS though. > Do you have any idea what happened to Prophet or Mentor? Rob (Prophet) I have not heard from since before the indictment. Poor guy had already been on probation before the indictment, I think twice. He was fucked from the beginning, and he didn't plead out a good deal. He owes a ton of money. I hope things go well for him. Loyd (Mentor) went on to write GURPS Hacker and some other stuff. He's not working for Steve Jackson Games any more, but he's still on the nets. I think you can find him at mentor@io.com. Good guy... Joshua Lellis said: > Did he [KL] get involved with the EFF through his trial? Yes, this was when EFF was formed, although their aim has changed greatly since that time. He worked for EFF as an intern for a while shortly thereafter. > Well, there was Phrack #13 which was you and (I don't want to call > him Craig because I don't really know him well) Knight Lightning > going insane.... y'all just sat there (typical 90s term) dissing > on phreakers and hackers that had certain terms in there names. > Phantom PHREAKER. And all of that other stuff...... Well, some of it was good and some of it was crap. Actually, the parts you didn't like, many people preferred to the rest of the issue and vice versa. To each their own... Randy Joshua Lellis said: > Do you still keep in touch with Knight Lightning? What's he doing nowadays? Craig (KL) also lives in the Washington, D.C. metro area, and we are still best friends and talk to each other usually at least once a day depending. He is also working with wide-area networking. He can be reached via e-mail at knight@eff.org (although he does not work at EFF any more). > Welp, I'm not really what you'd call a hacker, or a phreaker for that matter. > I couldn't find a good handle, still haven't. Oh, well.... > I prefer to read cyberpunk rather than involve myself. Good call...8-) I prefer the same these days! > I saw your picture [available at http://www.phantom.com/~king/] , and as > usual with people who I don't know, > it's nothing like I expected it to be. If it makes you feel any better, when I originally got busted in 1987 for stealing handsets from Southwestern Bell, I had hair down to my shoulders and typical wardrobe consisted of concert shirts and torn jeans... > What do you think about the new Phracks? I think Erik Bloodaxe has done a decent job, although he has done things quite differently than how I would have done them. But that's why he's who he is and I'm who I am (and Craig's who he is, etc.). Every incarnation of Phrack under each editorship has its plusses and minuses. The early Phracks are certainly more silly and lacking in informmation than the latter ones, but at the time, they were cutting edge. Some of the editors were more concerned with simply getting issues out as opposed to getting them out looking decent and readible, and some were concerned with having good quality information in each issue as opposed to just information. Quite frankly, I am not on the subscription list any more, although I have flipped through the last issue that Bloodaxe put out. I'm just not as interested in RC commands and how to enter them on an SCCS as I used to be...8-) Joshua Lellis said: > I think that Prophet didn't know what he was doing when he got the > E911 document. Sure he did, he just didn't think it was a big deal, neither did we. It was some suck "filler" file... > Did you have any say in whether or not that got > electronically published inside Phrack? From the way Sterling > described it inside THC:LaDotEF [The Hacker Crackdown: Law and > Disorder on the Electronic Frontier] it sounded as > though you weren't even an editor. It sounded as though Knight Lightning > was the editor, and, oh yeah, don't forget Taran King, the > co-editor. No, I definitely had co-editorship. I did just as much in editing Phrack as Craig did at the time, if not moreso depending on the timeframe. At that time, though, I think Craig and Rob were talking directly through e-mail and Rob sent it to Craig, and Craig spent the enormous amount of time it took to make it semi-readable and formatted. I remember clearly that it was VERY unreadable when we got it... > What's phantom.com? Mindvox, a public access Unix system. If you have IP connectivity, I think you can telnet to phantom.com and login as guest to look around... [Which, btw, I did. --JL] > What newgroups do you read? alt.2600, alt.2600.hope.*, alt.guitar.tab, alt.dcom.telecom, alt.dcom.isdn, clari.living.bizarre, and dc.forsale. Joshua Lellis said: > > It [the E911 document published in Phrack] was full of telco jargon and > hard to read even as y'all > edited it up so much. Basically all it said was that they were going > to secure the 911 system so it was unbreakable for Phreaks, right? No, it was an operational guide for the physics behind E911, like what happens when a call comes in, who it goes to, that kind of thing (if I recall correctly). > But Prophet had so many copies of the E911 document out there > on the internet, how did he expect not to get caught? He had, > what, 6 copies (if I remember correctly from THC...) at one > time..... > Then he distrubuted it crazily through the InterNet via Phrack. > But it was published under the psyedonym Evesdropper. > So this Evesdropper chap has got to have the original copy, > thinks an officer. So if Prophet has 6 copies sitting around > his computer, are they going to arrest him? hmmmm....... Not sure what you're getting at, but hackers are notorious for thinking they're indestructable and immune to getting busted. Some seem to be... > You play the guitar? > Or do you just like reading the tabs? :-) These days, it's more to find a song that I like the riff in that I haven't been able to figure out. Usually, I just skip the whole thing. I just don't have the time to play as much as I like to these days... > About mentor@io.com, he's never logged in, and there's an address > for him at Austin. He's apparently in a grunge band right now. > And I couldn't finger knight@eff.org, probably some problem that I had > with my computer. Darn bugs. Always get in the way. :-) Nah, I think mentor@io.com has a .forward file or something, he should eventually get the mail. You can't finger knight@eff.org because they're filtering fingers nowadays. You can still mail him... Joshua Lellis said: > What music do you listen to? Whatever sounds good, although it tends to be guitar-oriented stuff (not like thrash metal or anything any more, but I do like the newer heavy metal stuff, grunge, etc.). But then again, I like Peter Gabriel and Sting too, I just don't play along when I listen to that...8-) > EFF is paranoid, or something? > Nah, you'll notice many, many sites on the Internet now disabling finger. It is a security precaution. [That was the end of the mailing chat I had between Randy King and I. Look for my upcoming column in Line Noiz.] Joshua Lellis (joshua@server.dmccorp.com) is the author of _The_Alaskan_, a novel about the electronic frontier and hackers. It is available via request to the address. -- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joshua Lellis -- joshua@server.dmccorp.com -- Joshua Lellis .............. FidoNet: 1:106/6073 Joshua Lellis Other InterNet: .............. joshua.lellis@yob.com .............. .............. Instructions: find the hidden picture in the dots .............. (Cheap imitation of a real .sig) .............. (But who said Ascii Art had to be pretty) .............. - - .............. |*| |*| The Eyes Seem To Follow You, if you stare long .............. - - enough. .............. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------L - i - N - E ----- N - o - i - Z ---------------------- File - # From: informer@cris.com (Steven Baker) Electronic Pocket Change And The Internet by Steven Elmer Baker The Internet can be compared to a virtual community existing half in our minds, and half on our monitors. Every day, we trade ideas and make friends with people that we may never meet in the real world. The similarities of the Internet community and our physical neighborhoods ends somewhere around the time when we sleep and eat. With the appearance of electronic cash (NetCash), the list of things that we can do in both worlds we live in is getting longer. NetCash is distributed by The NetBank, which provides an electronic payment system for merchants on the information superhighway. Online Services, BBSes, and Shareware authors have been limited in how they can accept payment because they cannot easily accept cash. They can accept credit cards, bank account debits, and prepayments. A few require you to call a 1-900 number and repeat the code that you obtained from your call. These methods all lack one aspect, the deal can only go one way. NetCash allows people to trade virtual money for services, and receive change back to spend elsewhere on the Net. NetBank feels that since we carry Deutsche marks when we visit Germany, travelers of the Net need to carry NetCash. You start by calling 1-900-933-Cash with your modem and agreeing to accepting the ten-dollar charge on your phone bill. You are then given a coupon equal to a ten-dollar bill in NetCash. A ten-dollar charge appears on your phone bill, and you have ten- dollars worth of NetCash in exchange. Via Email, you can change that ten-dollar bill into two fives, or ten ones. You can even change down into quarters, providing the virtual equivalent of electronic pocket change. The merchant that accepts the NetCash eventually cashes it in for real money, and that is when a surcharge is seen. NetBank attributes this surcharge (currently around 20% for the vendor) to losing a little money due to exchange rate differences. Lets pretend you have decided to send me a one dollar bill in NetCash. You would send me an electronic mail message with a NetCash coupon that represents a one dollar bill: ------------------------------------------------------------------ To: Steven Baker From: Loyal Fan Subject: Donation of Admiration Dear Steven, Here is a tip for writing that hilariously funny article in the National Review. NetCash $ 1.00 E1234H5678W Signed- Loyal Fan ------------------------------------------------------------------- After receiving the message from Loyal Fan, I would make careful note of the NetCash coupon ID, keeping it secret from anyone else who might decide to cash it in before I could. I would then prepare an electronic message to send to NetBank, securing the dollar bill that Loyal Fan sent me. If I trusted Loyal Fan, then I could keep the same NetCash coupon he sent me -- but you should never trust anyone with your NetCash unless you trust them with your paper money. The person holding the current NetCash coupon is responsible for its safety. NetBank supports PGP encryption to secure the electronic funds from the prying eyes of Alt.2600 types. The message I would send to NetBank would look like this: ------------------------------------------------------------------- To: NetBank From: Steven Baker Subject: Make it Mine NetCash $ 1.00 E1234H5678W /Accept ------------------------------------------------------------------- The NetBank will complete the transaction by confirming that the NetCash coupon was valid. If the coupon you sent was good, NetBank will record that this coupon has been spent and not allow it to be used again. NetBank will issue a new NetCash coupon worth one dollar and issue it to the merchant in a NetBank receipt. There are no fees incurred by trading NetCash, as NetBank does not charge for transactions processing. To convert NetCash into spendable currency that we can use at the shopping malls, we have to mail our NetCash coupons to a NetBank merchant account. Anyone can establish a merchant account, no matter why they are accepting NetCash. Once a month NetBank will issue you a check for whatever amount has been deposited in your merchant account. Once the money is cashed out of the merchant account, a surcharge is charged for the use of the 1-900 number. NetCash opens up a wide door of possibilities when it comes to our electronic society. Shareware authors can receive payment through email, and reply with a registered version of the program [a]ttached to the message. Online services could offer yet one more alternative to credit cards and account debiting. BBS Sysops could charge users on a per-file basis, and with the upcoming project between CRIS and AT&T (see next months article) -- electronic pocket change to spend on huge multi-line nationwide BBS systems could be handy for the average user. Instead of paying for access to ten different boards under a rigid level system, a user could arm himself with ten dollars of NetCash. Some of the money could be spent on adult GIFs, some on the latest game from ID, and the rest spent on a chat-line. All of these services acquired on different systems, but with the same ten-dollar bill being interchanged. NetCash can be bought by check or money order, which substantially reduces the amount of the surcharge. Once the check has cleared, NetBank will electronically mail you your NetCash coupons. Using the 1-900 number provides instant access to your money, but prepaying by check or money order means that the draft has to clear before the coupons are issued. The Internet is a growing marketplace for information providers. NetCash is an important, although not final step towards bringing the world closer to a virtual online community. For more information on NetCash and the NetBank program, send email to Info@Agents.Com. ----------------------L - i - N - E ----- N - o - i - Z ---------------------- File - # From: ah804@freenet.carleton.ca (Kipp Lightburn) Square One - Pt.5 ----------------- The scent of blood pulls me out of confusion, and into instinct. The flashes from their gunfire illuminate Goldie's shocked face before it's torn in half. His bullet ridden body slumps to the floor. The noise of metal on wood rings out over the gunshots, as the cyberware in his head hits the ground. I use the couch as a trampoline to compensate for my cumbersome, metal, leg brace. My body finds its way on top of one of them. And the two of us fall to the floor as I take him down for a death roll. I throw my body weight behind my punch and find my hand sneaking under his vest, and into his stomach. My fist swims through warm, tranquil blood, and squeezes the heart into submission. The faceplate on his helmet, frames his last look of confusion. One of them looks across and down at us. He doubles over to the ground, his helmet fills with vomit, and his body heaves. Gun. I take the gun from this ones hand. The gun levels itself at the one doubled over and tears a hole from his hip to his shoulder. The heaving stops. The third corpse lets me know that Spiro isn't useless. I spin to face the fourth as he and Spiro exchange ammunition. Two screams. Two shots. Two corpses. The smell of blood hangs rank in the air. The ceiling fans waft the scent at me. They taunt me. Calm. The sound of bleeding is drowned out by the squeak of the front door. She slowly steps in. "When I said you guys could shack here, I should have said no parties..." She grins slightly as she surveys the damage. I watch her like a child watches his mother. Love and curiousity. She walks toward me and stops as she sees the body I'm kneeling on top of. Her eyes squeal with illness, but her body stands strong. Confident. She's standing in a pool of mismatched blood in hiking boots and a white summer dress. "I guess this means I'm screwed if I want my damage deposit back." I strain to see her through these eyes that I'm still trying to get used to. In a sea of death she stands confident. "Who am I?" I give her my second thought. "Kyle Raimi." "Who are you?" I give her my first. She tilts her head in confusion, the ceiling fan sits behind her like a halo. Her hand extends in front of her to help me to my feet. Touch. Skin. Warmth. Ecstasy. "The street calls me Stick." Her head goes upright and her eyes lock with mine. "Goldie said you'd be out of it, but I didn't think it'd be this bad." She looks back to see his body. Then to Spiro. Her lips form the words, "Sweet Jesus". We both hear the sudden rush of heavy boots and the creak of body armor rushing up the stairs. Her eyes and lips go into a formation of panic. I point to the bloody heap that was once a man named Goldie. "Grab his computer," I say, "What floor are we on?" She looks back at me astonished as her boots wade through the blood, "The third." She scrapes up the keyboard and slings it over her shoulder. I limp to the window, dragging my brace behind me. The crackle of a radio joins the footsteps as the cavalry gets closer. The beast in me begs for the kills, craves the sweet aroma of fresh spilt blood. She rushes to my side and looks down. Her face calms pumping adrenaline. Then she looks up at me her eyes shocked. "You don't think I'm going to.." she manages before I wrap my arms around her and push off with my good leg. "Don't worry I've done this before." -- ---------------------------------------------------------------- |/ | [ email at ] ------------- |\IPP |_IGHTBURN [ ah804@freenet.carleton.ca ] ------------- ------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------L - i - N - E ----- N - o - i - Z ---------------------- File - $ From: cmc@cs.strath.ac.uk HEAVY DUTY C.McLean-Campbell Series Editor: Peaches Copyright 1994 Toaster Books. All Rights Reserved. PROLOGUE: APRIL 30TH, 2013. Heavy rain spattered the windscreen as Mr Taro Anzai parked the phone company truck next to the big memorial bell. He was in the centre of the wide concourse at the point where the Kiryu Highway abruptly terminated. The sun was still low on the horizon and the dawn was washed in sickly orange. He waited until the rain had stopped. It was another cold bleary morning, much wetter and colder than the mornings he remembered as a child. Further out, beyond the horizon, there was a new volcano, near where the island of Kozu shima used to be. For the first eight months of zero five the towering ash plume had been visible from this spot. It was one of hundreds of volcanoes around the Pacific rim that had spewed out vast quantities of ash into the atmosphere, drastically affecting the climate. Before he stepped out of the van, he took a last sip of Pansiron and placed the empty bottle neatly in the dashboard. He hated the taste. Seirogan was the hangover cure he usually bought but his local store was all out. He rubbed his head and looked out across the Bay of Sadness. About one hundred kilometres further out and half a kilometre down was the drowned city of Tokyo. Eight years was a long time but Mr Anzia still tried not to think about the Big One, the series of earthquakes that had devastated the Pacific Rim in zero five. Half the South Island of Japan was down there beneath the Pacific. It wasn't alone. A bit of New Zealand was down there too, but New Zealand had, like California across the Pacific Ocean, ended up slightly bigger afterwards. Just to confound the experts. The great bell had been cast in metal retrieved from Tokyo railway after the quake. It was a simple design, spartan, without decoration other than the large ideograph that meant 'sadness'. It was a memorial for the dead, rung every year on the anniversary of the quake. Taro could see the manhole cover at the side of the street. He'd worked for NTT, the Japanese telephone company, for twenty two years, half that time in this district alone, but he had never serviced the optical ports in this section. He pulled on the thick gauntlets and flipped the protective face mask down. He picked up the toolkit and held the spray can at the ready. Old ducts often housed Onco-mice and he had no intention of being bitten by one of those vicious little brutes. Onco-mice were pandemic. They used to belong to some gaijin pharmaceutical company until they'd escaped and carved a niche in the technical ductings throughout the developed world. Passenger aircraft were a favourite habitat, but the airlines would launch a PR offensive if an accusing finger ever pointed in their direction. The hairless-mice were guaranteed to develop cancer. Out in the nothing, that guarantee hadn't seemed to impair their ability to breed like flies. He turned the key and lifted the cover up. The interior lit up, and Taro was cheered to see that the light still worked. He looked at the big coils of optical cables. They were each five inches thick, old technology just as he'd expected. At the bottom of the square hole there were some mouse droppings, but no sign of mice. He fitted the long plastic tube to the nozzle of the aerosol and then primed it with the integral pump. Using the spray he sealed all four entrances into the duct with the formaldehyde foam. No more mice for the moment, it would be a while before they chewed their way back in. Each of the four cables met at the junction box where they inserted into a large black optical switching unit. Each cable could theoretically support half a million independent telephone calls both ways and there could be at least two million connections in the duct. Since it wasn't possible to check each individual telephone line, at least not within Taro's lifetime, the company policy was to replace the old junction box with a new one when the number of service complaints reached a specific level. To the relief of the local customers, the district pareto-optimal had occurred early that morning. The company now knew it was cost effective to replace the junction. He unpacked a new smaller model and put it down in a clear space inside the duct while he released the lugs on the old one. As he wriggled the old unit free, some stray yellow laser light flickered across his hand. He looked at the two cables that clearly headed out under the bay towards Tokyo. Most of the cables must be connected to phones and equipment that had long ago succumbed to the deluge but somewhere some of the lines must branch back into the north island or it could not have remained active. Whatever it was, he wouldn't disconnect them without a clear instruction to do so. If it ain't broke don't fix it, he thought. He finished the work and, satisfied, locked the duct back in place. He climbed back into the van and searched through the dashboard for the other bottle of Pansiron. Twenty eight seconds later a telephone rang on the other side of the planet. HEAVY DUTY Part one In the text of the elephant's game "When I make a word do a lot of work like that," said Humpty Dumpty, "I always pay it extra." CHAPTER ONE. "Don't tell God what to do." (Niels Bohr's retort to Einstien's claim that, "God does not play dice." Captain George Burns liked looking at hardcopy, especially diagrams. And Lieutenant Schumacher always provided a neatly printed piece of hardcopy no matter what the subject was. But hardcopy or not, Burns still had to hide his disinterest when Schumacher knocked on his door and stepped in carrying a sheaf of the stuff. Schumacher sometimes couldn't grasp that things he found captivating were often dull and inconsequential to his colleagues. He was the kind of frail skinny guy only useful to America's finest as a SkyWatch analyst; he was too much of a nerd to be a marine. Nervous and twitchy, Schumacher had been enough of an oddity for Burns to request his record. It was hard to believe that the little guy had passed the programme and was a fully qualified U.S. marine. SkyWatch was similar to the old NORAD operation that the command centre had originally been built for, except that it worked for the UN's Globank and provided treaty monitoring. But it had muscle. And missiles. If Skywatch said you couldn't fly then you couldn't fly. "Yes lieutenant?" asked Burns looking at the piece of copy in Schumacher's hands. Schumacher placed the photograph down on the desk. "I guessed you'd definitely want to hear about this." he said, trembling a little as he leaned over the desk, his voice losing the lower octave at the end of the sentence. It was a picture of some land mass taken from one of the satellites. "It's a nice picture Schumacher. Is that it?" "No sir, this is a picture requested by the department in Sweden to monitor crop failure in the old Gold Coast. You know, the WarZone." "Schumacher, I know where the 'Zone is." The lieutenant leaned back a little but carried on speaking. "Well, yesterday, ..uuh, that's when they requested it, there was a four minute delay for the data. So I did a little checking this morning and came up with some figures." Schumacher shuffled another piece of hardcopy from the pile under his arm and spread it out onto the table. It was a table of numbers. "Schumacher if this is important just gimme the bottom line right away, I don't know what I'm supposed to see in all these figures". Burns reached under the paper and retrieved a pack of gum from its midst. "Well, sir," began Schumacher," that's a table of the look positions of all the satellites on that hemisphere and it turns out that not even one of them was looking at the Gold Coast in that time period." "So what's the big deal?" Burns lazily chewed on a stick of gum and looked at the table. Schumacher drew a pen from his pocket and pointed to the satellite photo. "Well sir, maybe I should have said this first, but this print is a full latitude box, see, fifteen degrees either side sir." He drew a line with the pen. "Okay, so it's a big picture? What of it?" Schumacher glanced away and nervously touched his collar. "Eh.. well sir, eh.. you see an area of that size is never out of shot sir, it's always in the field of at least eighteen satellites, geosynchronous or orbital." Schumacher looked at Burns waiting for another interruption. Burns signalled him to hurry up. "Eh.. well sir...ah um, you realise that it's physically impossible for this section of the planet to ever be out of shot. I worked out the probability of it occurring naturally and it turns out to be more than one hundred million to one. I have the figures on that too, if you want to see them?" "I'll take your word for that Schumacher. Can you get on with it? How can the satellites not be looking at an area they should be looking at?" Schumacher looked around the room and out through the glass partition at one of the women officers in the command area. Then he flicked his fingers through his hair and spoke as quickly as he could. "Well it means that someone made the satellites look away for four minutes. Someone doesn't want us to look there, someone doesn't want us to see whatever it is that's down there." Burns stopped chewing, looked at the photo, then at the figures in the table and then back at Schumacher. After a long period of silent thought he said, "You're trying to tell me that someone is fucking with eight hundred million dollars worth of communications equipment?" He didn't wait for Schumacher to answer but continued, "Because if you want me to believe it you're going to have to come up with something better than a couple of sheets of paper and a mountain of numbers." He pushed the papers back at Schumacher. "But..but.." the lieutenant protested. Burns shook his head and chewed the gum a little faster. "No buts, lieutenant. Take it to Johnstone in security, just to cover our asses. Unless you have something more substantial?" Schumacher hesitated for a second then gathered up the papers, saluted, and marched briskly from the office. ----------------------L - i - N - E ----- N - o - i - Z ---------------------- File - % ... n i b b l e s of information /by billy biggs From: JeanBernard_Condat@Email.FranceNet.fr (JeanBernard Condat) Subject: Forum Internet, Paris, 25 Octobre 1994 SEND ALL OVER THE NET -- SEND ALL OVER THE NET -- SEND ALL OVER THE NET Forum Internet [Transpac] Paris (France), October 25th, 1994 For the first time in the French history, you can assist at a major event related to Internet in France. All the major people in the French Internet community will assist to this day with a lot of incredible new ideas like: - the future of the most known W3 in the world (WebLouvre) with at this time more than 310,000 connexions pro week; - the developement of the first French CommerceNet service with free Internet company descriptions and documentation request forms, etc.; - the presentation of some Internet solutions for information providers to paid all services with anonymous access; - the *first international presentation* of CERN/MIT Web Protocol that will unify worldwide writing of applications; - all HTTP-secured solution and/or other security aspects of Internet; - and major people live interviews... If you need more informations, don't hesitate to send me an info request. A brief book giving all publications/speacking/datas, etc. will be available for this event. -- | o \ o / _ o __| \ / |__ o _ \ o / o | | /|\ | /\ ___\o '\o | o/` o/__ /\ | /|\ | | /'\ /'\ | \ /) | ( \ /o\ / ) | (\ / | /'\ /`\ | Jean-Bernard Condat, 47 rue des Rosiers, 93404 St-Ouen Cedex, France Tel: +33147874083, Fax: +33149450129, Alphapage: +3336605050 code 0030006 Email: JeanBernard_Condat@Email.FranceNet.FR *or* an113309@anon.penet.fi From: atomrec@primus.COM (Atomic Records) Subject: RMI CD #2: now for sale!!! First, for those of you who have no idea what the RMI Mind/Body CD Project is... The first Mind/Body CD project was a compilation of industrial music by artists with access to the Internet. It featured 31 artists (one song each) for a total of 2 1/2 hours of music. 10 hours of submissions were received, and 12 people who volunteered to be judges picked the top songs, which made it onto the 2-CD set. That project has now sold out its initial pressing of 1000 sets. It was written up in CD Review magazine, will soon be written up in Jam and Alternative Press, and is being played on national public radio in Canada (the "Brave New Waves" program), among other radio stations, mostly college. It may even get repressed: there's still a lot of interest in it. Volume 2 is underway! 73 artists submitted 125 songs for a total of 10 hours 15 minutes of music. 32 judges (with more to come) will pick not only the music that will appear on the disc, but the cover artwork too! 26 pieces of cover art were submitted. The review period ends October 15th, and the CDs will be pressed and shipped by late November or early December. And now, for those of you who know what it is (i.e. everybody, now that you've read the above paragraphs)... Volume 2 is now for sale! The price is $10 per 2-CD set. For that you will get: o A beautiful color booklet, with the winners from the artwork contest on the cover (and possibly inside) o 2 CDs of the top picks. 2 1/2 hours of music! o A groovy slimline jewel case o The chance to support your friendly neighborhood net.artists o Um... uh... shrinkwrap? Yeah. As with the first Mind/Body project (and with negativconcertland) (and every other net.project I've done) I need money up front to pay for the pressing. That's why it's for sale now, instead of late November when the CDs are expected to be pressed and ready to ship. The idea is to get enough money together by then (what, with procrastination and all) so that the CD can be pressed as soon as the reviewers have made their selections and the final master DATs have been put together. Let me know if you're interested, and how many sets you want, and I'll calculate shipping and send you a total. Steve Boswell atomrec@primus.com "Yo Chuck, I don't understand this, man! You gotta slow down, you're losin' 'em! C'mon!" "Radio, suckers they won't play me!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ --<----<----<----<----L - I - N - e ----- N - o - i - Z ---->---->---->---->-- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >> Scheduled 4 upcomming issues: << << >> >> Interview: Bill Leeb & Rhys Fulber of Front Line Assembly, Delerium and << << Intermix etc >> >> Sci-Fi : Continuation of Heavy Duty << >> : Watch for a new section of Line Noiz devoted to cyberpunk >> << Sci-Fi << >> Story : The Church of the Cyber-Spiritualists ?!? >> END LINE_NOIZ.19 -- + Billy Biggs Ottawa, Canada | =itwouldbetheultimatetriumphofhumanreason= + ae687@Freenet.carleton.ca | =forthenwewouldknowthemindofGOD= S.Hawking