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From: mca@christa.unh.edu (Marc C Allain)
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Subject: [LC]  L'ai Ch'i intro part six
Date: 4 Jul 1994 14:55:23 GMT
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Story:  Part Six

  L'ai Ch'i snuck around town the rest of the day.  He had one eye
out for a tall, black-skinned man and the other looking for 
something which might help him reintegrate his memory.  He caught
no sight of the Boss, but found several possible solutions to his
memory loss.
  The first one he tried was hypnosis.  Unfortunately, the lady
who hypnotized him was not very skillful and he cameout a bit later
with a headache and no improvement of his memory.
  The second was drugs.  Over the course of the next couple of days,
he tried several, all with no real success.  Oh, he had some very
interesting dreams and visions, but it helped him not at all.
  He tried meditation under the guidance of a guru and all the forms
of yoga he could pick up.  He tried centering.  He tried channeling.
He tried prayers and sacrifices.
  He gave up.  After four days of intesive effort, he had made less
progress than usual.  He had also caught one or two glimpses of the
Boss and barely gotten away unnoticed.
  In despair, he returned to the Net and Trident and after a small
dinner he barely touched, he began to drink.  He drank with the
sullen determination of a man seeking to flush his woes out of every
last cell of his body.  He drank three companions under the table in
succession.
  He collapsed about two gallons later.  By that time, few of the
other patrons were in any condition to notice that when he fell off
of his chair, he didn't reach the floor.  Instead, he floated a few
inches above.
  The bouncer carried L'ai Ch'i up to his room and tossed him onto
the bed.  L'ai Ch'i snored and grumbled in his stuporous sleep.  

  Morning was an unwelcome visitor to L'ai Ch'i.  He was hung over
and his own hoarse breathing hurt his ears.  The light was only
slightly less painful to his eyes than red-hot pokers would have been.
  "HAVE A GOOD SLEEP?" shouted a sadisticly cheerful voice nearby.
  L'ai Ch'i sat up and glared at the figure in the room's only chair.
  "Boss!  You ass, why can't you let me be?"  The L'ai Ch'i stopped
in wonder.  He knew this man.  He knew why the Boss was looking for
him.  L'ai Ch'i remembered everything about himself and his whole
overextended life.  He was reintegrated!
  Now to deal with the Boss!

-- 
Marc C. Allain          MCA@CHRISTA.UNH.EDU

Prophet Marcus of the First Church of Mad Scientist