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Serious Trouble at the InterNova Editorial Office. A Dramatic Dialogue


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#1 Gast_Michael Iwoleit_*

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Geschrieben 14 October 2010 - 00:32

- Hi Sven - Hi Michael - Say, did you see Guy? - What guy? - Not what guy. Simply Guy. You know, the one from Tel Aviv. - Oh, I understand. I think he's just uploaded himself. - Again? - Well, he likes it. - There are always these annoying bugs when he's coming back. - I guess we're not in the position to tell him what to do in his spare time. - Surely not. Maybe Richard is around? - Oh, no. No. He's hiding. - From what? - Ah, you know, the girls. - Shit, this guy is simply looking too good for his own good. - What Guy? - Forget it. What about Tabi? - She's in Mexico. Swimming in the ocean and dancing and singing with her sexy friends. - Oh yeah. I know there's always a problem even with the nicest woman. - She's a born Mexican. It's in her blood. You can't blame her. - Let me think... But Sergio must be around on a Wednesday evening. He is a wise man, a little older, you know. - No, he's in his time capsule. Back in the 19th century, discussing some things with Schopenhauer and Nietzsche. You know, Friedrich is rather fucked up at the moment. Writing a strange new book. "Why I'm so smart", "Why I'm so wise" and shit like that. Wonder if he ever gets better. - Oh, the hell. What do we pay them all for? - We don't pay them. - You're right. You're right. - In fact, Lavie sent twelve bottles of French red wine yesterday. On his own account. For you to calm down a little, you know. - That's nice. But he knows that I don't drink. - You do. I can smell it from here. - It's not my smell of alcohol, it's yours. - If you say so. Wait a minute... - What? - I think Claudia is next door. Playing with her band "I was born for loving you, baby". Maybe I should ask her to come over, if she's serious with it. - Oh, that's the noise all the time. - It's no noise, you ignorant. She's great. I love her singing. - I don't doubt it. - Maybe I can help you - Not with 1.4 per mille. - 0.8. At most. What's all the fuss about anyway? - I need someone to help me sort some things out. What's with Aleksandar? - He is out in the park, listening to the birds and drawing some sketches. I think he even met a nice woman yesterday. - That's great news. That lucky guy. - Why do you always blame Guy? - But somebody must be around. Just one single soul. - Of course there is. But there's a problem... - Tell me. - I would prefer not to. - Talk, young Padawan. - Well, it's... - Who? - It's Frank. - And? - Well, he... - What? - He has dyed his hair black. You know what that means. - No, not that Latin lover stunt again. I thought we hade driven that out of him. - You know how he is. - Yes, I do. Well, if fate has decided I will do it all alone. - And what? What's so important? - I wanted to select the new carpets for our library. I simply can't decide whether to order a Penrose pattern or a classic Escher sketch. - That's a tough one indeed. - I'll find a way. What else can I do? - Don't get depressive again. Take your pills. - No. Bring me two bottles of the French red wine. - Right away. - And a drinking straw. I want to get drunk like a maniac. - Now it's getting serious. - By the way, where's Eric? - On Mars. Researching for his new H.G. Wellsian story. - I almost forgot. Give him my best wishes. - I can get him online for you. As a hologram, you know. - No, please. He always looks... well, somewhat inflated when on Mars. He's such a nice man. I don't like to see him this way. Just greet him. - I will. - And off you go. - Eh, yes. Just a minute. - Take your time.

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Geschrieben 14 October 2010 - 10:45

Update:

- Hey boys!

- Hey Sven!

- Do you want to link?

- Link what?

- My mouth-site to the bottle-site.

- You mean "Do you want to drink"?

- A possible interpretation.

- No, rather not.

- You drink too much.

- But without I have to die.

- Maybe we could freeze your brain.

- That would be great.

(whispering) - Then he can't write any more. (giggling)

- What?

- Oh, nothing. Just go on.

#3 yiyippeeyippeeyay

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Geschrieben 28 September 2011 - 13:18

"It's in her blood." O dear! Scientific romanticism? :D (Only discovered the thread now... I like spending time with the new NOVA forum header (above)... :P)

/KB (blokkt auch auf dt.)

Yay! SF-Teilgedicht Ende September...
Der vollen Mondin Ruf erklingt / Und dich zu Shai-Hulud bringt.

(Beginn eines metrisch dem Gang über den Sand ähnlichen - q;) - Bestattungsgedichts der Fremen, aus Der Wüstenplanet, im Heyne-Verlag, S. 482, by Herbert sr.)



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