“Don’t bother,” Andy said. “Seriously, it’s not worth it. We’ll just find somewhere else to locate the repeater. It’s not worth all the bullshit you’re getting.”“Screw that. They told me that they’d take one. They’re the only onesItalked into it. My contribution to the effort. And they’re fuckinganarchists—they’vegotto be into this. It’s totally irrational!” He was almost crying.“I don’t want you to screw up your friendships, Kurt. They’ll come around on their own. You’re turning yourself inside out over this, and it’s just not worth it. Come on, it’s cool.” He turned around his laptop and showed the picture to Kurt. “Check it out, people with tails. An entire gallery of them!” There were lots of pictures like that on the net. None of people without belly buttons, though.Kurt took a pull off his beer. “Disgusting,” he said and clicked through the gallery.The Greek looked over their shoulder. “It’s real?”“It’s real, Larry,” Alan said. “Freaky, huh?”“That’s terrible,” the Greek said. “Pah.” There were five or six other network users out on the Greek’s, and it was early yet. By five-thirty, there’d be fifty of them. Some of them brought their own power strips so that they could share juice with their coreligionists.“You really want me to give up?” Kurt asked, once the Greek had given him a new beer and a scowling look over the litter of picked-at beer label on the table before him.“I really think you should,” Alan said. “It’s a poor use of time.”Kurt looked ready to cry again. Adam had no idea what to say.“Okay,” Kurt said. “Fine.” He finished his beer in silence and slunk away.
“Don’t bother,” Andy said. “Seriously, it’s not worth it. We’ll just find somewhere else to locate the repeater. It’s not worth all the bullshit you’re getting.”
“Screw that. They told me that they’d take one. They’re the only onesItalked into it. My contribution to the effort. And they’re fuckinganarchists—they’vegotto be into this. It’s totally irrational!” He was almost crying.
“I don’t want you to screw up your friendships, Kurt. They’ll come around on their own. You’re turning yourself inside out over this, and it’s just not worth it. Come on, it’s cool.” He turned around his laptop and showed the picture to Kurt. “Check it out, people with tails. An entire gallery of them!” There were lots of pictures like that on the net. None of people without belly buttons, though.
Kurt took a pull off his beer. “Disgusting,” he said and clicked through the gallery.
The Greek looked over their shoulder. “It’s real?”
“It’s real, Larry,” Alan said. “Freaky, huh?”
“That’s terrible,” the Greek said. “Pah.” There were five or six other network users out on the Greek’s, and it was early yet. By five-thirty, there’d be fifty of them. Some of them brought their own power strips so that they could share juice with their coreligionists.
“You really want me to give up?” Kurt asked, once the Greek had given him a new beer and a scowling look over the litter of picked-at beer label on the table before him.
“I really think you should,” Alan said. “It’s a poor use of time.”
Kurt looked ready to cry again. Adam had no idea what to say.
“Okay,” Kurt said. “Fine.” He finished his beer in silence and slunk away.