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} > Click click.
}
} Went the machine as Walter Mitty, Surgeon Extrodinaire, was in the
} operating room. It was an unusual sound as all of the other machines
} always made that infamous pocketa-pocketa sound. Walter found this
} sound strangely fascinating..
}
} "Wake Up!" Screamed Water's Boss. Walter was in fact a computer
} programmer and had just arrived at work. "Get that Tape read, fix
} that monitor, make my coffee, get then start on your next project.
} Now Move it!" "ye.. Yes sir," Walter said. Still in a daze, Walter
} stumbled into the tape library and went to work.
}
} > Whirr....
}
} Went the electro-magnetic motor as Walter Mitty, Captain of the Bullet.
} The fastest train in the world. It was an interestingly pleaseing
} sound as most of the sounds he usually heard went pocketa, pocketa.
}
} > k-krnk
}
} "Sir, the brake controls have broken!" shouted the engineer. "Not to
} worry," Walter shouted back, "I can fix that problem. Hand me a
} ballpoint pen."
}
} "HOW ON EARTH do you expect to clean up your broken coffee cup
} with a ball point pen?" asked Carla. Carla was the official tape
} librarian. She was an interesting woman, 5'6" long blonde hair,
} dark eyes. Carla looked upon Walter as "cute." Walter, of course,
} (as always happens in these stories) really wanted to be able to get
} up the courage to ask Carla out for a hot dog but could never muster
} up enough courage. "Um,... I.. I'm sorry, Carla. I'll clean it up
} right away." "That's ok, Walter. I'll help. You were off in one of
} your cute daydreams again weren't you? We'll just get this cleaned
} up before the boss see it and there won't be any problems."
}
} > clinkclatter
}
} went the pieces of Walter's cup as they were thrown in the trash.
} "Say, Walter, I'm moving into a new place this weekend. Would you
} mind helping me move?" "S...Sure! I just need directions." As Carla
} passed him a copy of the directions, Walter was already looking
} forward to the weekend. "Thanks Carla. I'll be there at 8am. sharp!"
} Walter went back to his office to put the papar in his briefcase.
}
} > zip zip
}
} Went the Zipper on the briefcase of Walter Mitty, Lawyer Extrodinnaire.
} It was time for his biggest clients case. As Walter approached
} the banch, he could see the jury there. Thirsty for the death of
} his client. Silent, waiting. the bailiff entered the courtroom.
} Everyone rose for the when the Judge entered the room. "I now declare
} court in session. Judge John Marshall presiding.
}
} > thud
}
} went the gavel. His biggest contest was about to beg...
}
} "Walter, Walter Mitty.. Hello?" Carla suddenly appeared and Walter
} awoke with a start. "Sorry to have let your door slam Walter.
} I hate those new hinges." "Anyway, I came to lend you a coffee cup.
} I realized with yours broken, you might need one today." "Thank you
} Carla. You a very Kind," stammered Walter.
}
} > whirr...
}
} "Oh, that must be your batch run on your tape finishing. I'll bring it
} over in a minute." As Carla turned to leave Walter wondered at such
} a marvel of modern womanhood. He then turned to start working on the
} monitor. It seems that somehow, the color-generator had been confused.
} So all the blues came out red and all the yellows as blues and the
} reds didn't work at all. Walter had the monitor in pieces on his desk..
}
} "This is the most confusing puzzle I have ever seem Watson,"
} said Walter Mitty, Super Detective. "I have all the pieces to the
} puzzle but for the life of me I can't seem to put it together."
} Detective Mitty reached for his violin and began to play. It was
} while we was playing that he thought the best. His violin made that
} all-to-familiar pocketa-pocketa sound. Suddenly he heard a sound.
} It began small and increased into a loud crescendo.
}
} > click. click click. k-krnk. k-k. cleek. WHAM!
}
} The monitor fell onto the floor and the scfeen shattered into a hundred
} pieces. Walter immediately dived onto his kneew and started sweeping
} up the pieces. This hadn't been a good day for Walter. "Walter, are
} you ok? What happened?" It was Carla, she had been on the way back to
} Walters office with the tapes and print-outs when she heard the noise.
} "I'll get a vacuum. we'll get this cleaned up then I'm taking you home.
} I'll come pick you up again in the morning so you can get your car."
} As Carla left, Walter was stunned. Even more so than usual. What was
} going on? Where was he? This must be a monday. As Walter listened to
} her walking down the hallway, He heard the
}
} > tap tap tap.
}
} of the footsteps fading away. It was at that point that he knew
} that there was no cask of Amantanaldio (sp?) There was no way out.
} But Walter could still hear the pocketa-pocketa sound which meant
} everything must turn out right in the end....
}
} You owe the Oracle a conclusion to this story, a copy of the short
} story "The Secret life of Walter Mitty," and a machine that goes
} pocketa-pocketa
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