French
Radio Rewrite Professionals
by
Gregory Farnum, University of West Greenland
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My
machine is getting smaller. I don't even know what it does.
I
know what it is, it's an RBU 188.
An
RBU 188.X, actually. That X is thought to make a big...a significant
difference.
Thought
by me. No-one has ever actually told me it makes a significant difference,
or what that difference is, but one can read the signs. I mean,
they don't put an X after a period for no reason, do they? They're
not a bunch of college professors or something - money's involved.
Ergo, X makes a difference. It's not rocket science.
Well,
maybe it is rocket science. The company...the entity...that makes
my machine could be involved in rocket science for all I know. If
not now, then potentially. In the future. I mean, the machine could
probably be used in some aspect thereof. Why not?
Whoooooosh!
But
the thing is, it's getting so small it's becoming hard to read the
little messages. French radio rewrite man. Now, that can't be the
message, can it? See what I mean. I mean, there's no such function,
or if there were, why would it be on my machine? No, it's just a
question of eyesight, human eyesight. Maybe I should be smaller...smaller
and more focused.
Soon
I'll have to dive down into the kingdom of the ants to navigate
this thing. The King of the Ants will be looking down at me.
No,
I'm giving way to defeatism. I'm programming myself with self-defeating
messages.
What
did that say? User Norplant Select Keypads?
Wasn't
that the birth control device they stuck in your arm? Can't be right.
I'm
beginning to think I don't have a future here. I mean, how small
can it get? Maybe I can get a job as an information consultant with
the King of the Ants.
There...what
did that say?
Whoooooosh!
g.farnum@french-rogers.com
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