Blowfish Fugue -003- "Llama Lliver®"

Blowfish Fugue -003- "Llama Lliver®"

20010325.2135 EST @lanta, GA, USA

     I caught Green Hair last weekend -- some chickenshit little retrocode released by some punk kindergartner in Micronesia a couple of days before. Sleeper code, too. The next stage was supposed to grow me an udder. Fucker. I liked it better when those uppity ratshit six-year-olds were gluing together my Nikes™.
     It seems like I'm taking a dose of Reset™ every morning with my fucking Cheerios®. I'm gonna swear off shaking hands and answering the goddam phone. The datapath monitor on my incoming line doesn't protect me from jack shit.
     It beats the time I caught Makeover, though. The algorithm felt I needed fruit-bat pheromones and a four-yard-across rack of moose antlers to get a date.

* * * * *     Remember when you -- that is to say, you personally -- couldn't catch computer viruses? What the hell happened to that?
     Everyone -- well, everyone with money -- decided that they needed extra help from biotech against infectious agents. Everyone decided that it would be cool to be able to make the antigen factories programmable via built-in datafeed so you wouldn't have to get any more injections.
     Now the little factories could assemble a full-grown llama in your lliver if they got out of hand. It's kind of funny -- hell, really damn funny -- until it happens to you.
     Now you can sneeze and infect poor people with antigen factories and the latest anticode releases -- and the latest release of Llama Lliver® (funny how you can trademark a crime against humanity these days).
     And them without the datafeed to get the latest anticode updates. It's a wonder we have any poor people left. But poor countries have plenty of llamas. Coincidence?
* * * * *     Why is this stuff in here? I really don't remember writing it. Who knows what I was on at the time. It's just misfiled, I guess, but since I don't remember it, it counts.
     I go through this stuff and get weird, deja vu-ish twinges -- only sometimes in the opposite direction -- when I edit my notes. Maybe I'm getting feedback from my NLP. I don't know whether to consult my doctor, my techie, or my minister.

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