>>> Item number 14663 from WRITERS LOG9307B --- (113 records) ---- <<< Date: Sat, 10 Jul 1993 17:00:03 JST Reply-To: WRITERS Sender: WRITERS From: Mike Barker Subject: FAQ: Golden Eggs of Cyberspace Chirp, chirp, chirp... no birdbrained jokes, ok? Enjoy... mike (the mani-faq man...) -------------------------------------------------------------- Golden Eggs of Cyberspace Mike Barker July 1, 1993 In the midst of the untamed wild growth on that strange field known as cyberspace, somewhat shaded, tucked away in a ravine far from the maddened masses that run unchecked elsewhere, sits an incubator. No ordinary chicks come out of this incubator, no setting hens, no crowing roosters, no pullets gobbling feed to become fat dinners for lazy consumers. No, this incubator houses odd and sometimes frightening forms of dream and nightmare. From time to time, one will scream, a primal roar of agonized humanity that rings as it breaks through the walls. Another may chitter and gape, chitter and gape, waiting for some fat little worm to fall into its hungry maw. Snap! Gobble, crunch, and chitter and gape again. Still others shake wings, newly downy and sleek, stretching and grooming towards the day when they will fly, wobbling and faltering, but at last reaching up into the sky. Some open lives with a thrust and a twist of scavenging beak, while others sing a song born in primeval dawn, polished by ages, and healing all pain. The incubator houses eggs, still growing and unopened; odd chicks whose voices, feathers, beaks and claws are working and stretching; older cuckoos, just begging to play; and quite a few others in every stage of growth. Not so quiet, of course, and perhaps there are times when the feathers fly for no reason. Still, it's a home and a place for growing, with warmth when they are cold. On the side, under a leaf, sits a small, discolored plate. It announces that the incubator is named writers@ndsuvm1.bitnet or writers@vm1.nodak.edu. Sometimes an egg may smell a little, but there are no bad eggs, because this incubator works with the golden eggs of cyberspace... fledgling writers breaking the shell. When you're ready, chip your way out of that shell and spread your wings out in the warmth of the incubator. We're waiting for your song. ------------------------------------------------------