Impulse Reality 048

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   M E  |    ||    |/____/       The Tale of Tommy Monroe 
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   U L  |____||____| |____|      released 10.08.00 
   L I  |    ||    |\|    |      by Xade 
   S T  |____||____| |____|      we're just fucking with your mind. 
   E Y   even_god_reads_it 

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Tommy Monroe.  The really strange new kid.  The newest junior at Sunnydale  
High School in southwest California.  Porcelain skin and subtly distinct  
features.  Dark black hair and light green eyes.  He stood a full 6 feet one  
inches.  Slight muscular frame, toned.  There was something behind his eyes.  
  Why was he so strange?  Because he was different.  He enjoyed thought.  He  
enjoyed reason.  He found simple pleasures in solving various degrees of  
problems--no matter what the field.  He read everything he could get his  
hands on--mathematics, science, literature, social sciences, history...  His  
love of learning affected his lifestyle.  Within structure there laid  
beauty; within beauty there laid structure.  Maybe this was the reason he  
came to possess so much admiration and devotion to computers.  He couldnt  
keep his hands off them.  Every chance he got, there he was-tapping away at  
the keys. Resistence was futile.  It only gave him more of a desire and  
drive to do more.  He was strange because he devoted all his time to  
computers.  Tommy Monroe was a young man of extreme self-awareness.  He knew  
he was different and decided there was nothing wrong with that.  The other  
children noticed as well.  They envied him.  He had everything they were too  
lazy to find themselves.  He never said anything to anyone.  He went about  
his duties and studied dubiously on.  He ignored the insults and the pain  
they were all trying to cause.  Even the school administration made it  
clearly apparent to Tommy Monroe that he was different.  They tried to make  
him feel like he was unwanted.  This did not bother him, for Tommy Monroe  
felt something more.  He knew there were great things ahead in his life.  He  
could feel them so much it almost seemed that time was just around the  
corner.  His first year passed by.  All the while, Tommy Monroe kept to his  
computers and his studies. 

One day some malignant jocks got together and decided they'd show Tommy  
Monroe what _real_ men do.  So a good handful of these jesting jocular jerks  
went over to Tommy Monroe at lunch.  They were being nice to him, trying to  
hide their vainglorious insincere mannerisms.  The jocks invited Tommy  
Monroe to go with them to the lake that weekend.  There would be music,  
girls, and 'lots of fun.'  So he accepted thinking 'hey why not.'  Sure it  
occured to Tommy Monroe that the jocks were merely wanting him there for  
their own entertainment, but it never hurt to see what was really going on.   
It was Saturday.  The pale, muscular-framed Tommy Monroe went out to the  
lake and met up with 'the guys.'  There was loud music, tons of girls, and  
plenty of booz.  Tommy Monroe laughed to himself.  This was the very thing  
that he'd apparently avoided thusfar.  He shrugged and figured he'd let  
loose a little.  So he had a couple beers and started talking to some of the  
girls.  The jock guys thought they were going to be able to mess with him,  
thinking maybe he wouldnt be able to handle his liquor or function normally  
after consumption of alcohol.  This was not so.  Turned out... all the  
liquor did was make Tommy Monroe more of a socialyte.  The ladies went wild  
over him.  He could skool and impress them all with his great knowledge of  
computer stuff.  They were in awe, fawning over him the entire time.  The  
jocks got none of the attention they thought they were going to get--they  
got angry and vengeful.  So the biggest, and stupidest, one went over to  
Tommmy Monroe and said, "hey Tommy Monroe, you jerk, you're like stealling  
all our ladies by impressing them with your awesome computer skills--you  
nerd!!--And just for that, I'm going to punch your lights out!!!"   The big  
surly guy thus proceeds to smack him down, when suddenly Tommy Monroe busts  
out with some mad Ninjitsu.  Bamm!! The big guy fell prostrate on his face  
to the ground.  His nose started bleeding as he realized Tommy Monroe was  
indeed superiour to himself. 

 
No one bothered Tommy Monroe ever again.  He was the coolest guy in the  
school thereafter.  Tommy Monroe was respected and revered.  The ladies  
loved him; the guys feared him. 

 
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