and soon no Dome either.
No Ruby (or Silver) Slippers required.
Those were the days.... email, group notes, bloggs, instant messaging, p0rn, multiuser space and dungeon games, 512x512 graphics, decent keyboards
The security on the -ext- command was user settable for Authors.
Always fun to find someone who had toggled it to world "write" and to start up the microfich slide projector in their Plato Terminals unexpectedly. Even more fun if the slide projector still had a good supply of compressed air to rattle the terminal and flash the projector at the same time.
See cyber1.org
Where's a Borg Queen when you need one?
The teleported information arrived turned inside out.
It took 8 hours for a Hazmat team to clean up the walls, floor, ceiling and scientists.
Stormtrooper: Let me see your Technology.
Obi-Wan: : [with a small wave of his hand] You don't need to see his Technology.
Stormtrooper: : We don't need to see his Technology.
Obi-Wan: : These aren't the Technologies you're looking for.
Stormtrooper: : These aren't the Technologies we're looking for.
Obi-Wan: : He can go about his business.
Stormtrooper: : You can go about your business.
Obi-Wan: : Move along.
Stormtrooper: : Move along... move along.
Stormtrooper2: : Hey, let's go check out the new Subspace Communicators at the Apple Store in Mos Eisley.
Destroy something big, get a nice new minty fresh world in return. Then it blows itself up.
Two Doomsday's for one bomb! Wheeee!
Always look over your shoulder because everyone is watching and plotting against you.