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Date Posted: 12:50:50 08/02/01 Thu
Author: Bum
Subject: Here in the slums there walked a madman.
In reply to: Religion 's message, "Religion has a way of being sought after by the poor and scoffed at by the rich." on 12:42:20 08/02/01 Thu

His habit had been to sit in the dark and drink himself to unconciousness. He would grab whatever bit he could drink, even if the fluid was poisoned by energonian radiation, and he would drink.

This human was looked at as the worst of the worst. He had sold his left arm to a cybernetics lab. He had sold his body for scientific projects and has returned barely alive. He has tried his hand at prostitution but no one wanted him. He lay in the gutter, drinking and waiting to die.

Now, he could find nothing and he roamed the slums weeping and muttering to himself. He stumbled and would curse at a long dead friend. He would hear the roar of an engine passing overhead and he would curse those "Skirmishin' divisions!".

And now, as he wept and tripped, he made his way to his favorite haunt. His sleeping place. A place away from the grit of the gutter. He walked to the park where he would lay behind technorganic bushes and hope that he never would wake up again...

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