} <A dark figure rises from the centre of the cavern. Facing the
} interloper in the entrance, it speaks in a sonorous voice...>
} -So, you've finally come. I have long awaited this day, and I am
} <The dark one activates a device in its hand, and a searing red beam of
} light springs into existance. The intruder immediately activates a
} similar weapon, the only difference being that the beam is an intense
} blue, and shouts.>
} -Your time is over, evil one! If you will not depart, then you must die!
} -We shall see about that....
} <The red beam flashes malevolently as the dark figure leaps high, and
} cuts down, only to be met by the other's defense. The fight quickly
} becomes a dazzling display of skill from both, apparently equally
} matched. Brilliant light coruscates from the beams when they clash,
} causing flickering, strange shadows to leap across the cavern walls.
} Finally, though, the newcomer begins to emerge as the stronger. The dark
} one is on the defensive, his attacks ever weaker. And, inevitably, he
} falters at a critical moment. The blue beam cuts deep, and the dark one
} falls to the floor. He struggles to rise, but fails, and then speaks.>
} -So be it. You have won, and the power is yours. But with the power,
} comes a terrible curse!
} <He motions the victor to come closer, and rises on one elbowt to speak,
} -You owe... the Oracle... an eternity of answering... every question
} asked of you... no matter... how... inane.....
} <The figure falls back onto the floor, and as he does, his robes seem to
} collapse in on themselves, until they are all that is left. The
} intruder, puzzled, kicks them, then laughs.>
} -Old fool. I only want the power of Zot, and the omniscience. I'm not
} hanging around in some dumb old cavern.
} <The interloper walks over to the desk to claim his spoils, but in the
} action of reaching for them glances at the still lit terminal screen.>
} (Mumbling)-Why does... mmm ... mbm......hm. Hey, I know the answer to
} <Sitting in the comfortable chair, the new oracle begins to type, not
} noticing the scrap of paper dislodged from the now empty robes by the
} callous kick. Closer inspection would reveal it to be a luggage take,
} upon which is written "Orrie & Lisa. Destination: Tahiti.>
} <The End, and may the Zot be with you.>