Story #4 By Young at Heart

Nicky Jefferson wasn’t into researching his genealogy at all; his passion was learning to fly airplanes. But since he had tied the knot with the beautiful Shelly DuBois, he found himself reluctantly drawn back into the religion of his youth. Although he had hardly ever subscribed to their practices as a young man (and at this stage he wasn’t about to give up caffeine or cigarettes), he decided that this was a compromise worth making for the love of his wife, who was a devout Mormon. And in addition to being beautiful, she was a good woman who had already provided him with 2 healthy children and another baby on the way. That alone would guarantee them a place in their heaven, but Shelly wasn’t satisfied with a lesser level in paradise. Therefore, she had assigned Nicky the task of tracking down their ancestors so that they could be baptized posthumously, assuring him and his family an even higher station in Zion. As creepy and unethical as this sounded to him, he agreed to do it because the church computer was equipped with the latest in internet technology, and he loved machines that responded to human interaction. Wow, they didn’t call these folks the Latter-day saints for nothing! This computer had voice recognition software that could actually replicate your forefathers’ speech and simulate actual communication with them. Since he had always been told that he had descended from Thomas Jefferson, Nicky decided to start his search in the early 1800’s. But here was something unexpected – apparently Jefferson's slave Sally Hemings had borne him some children and they were here in cyberspace, ready to communicate. Nicky however, was on a mission, so he quickly dismissed them on the basis of their skin color. "I need some ancestors who are descended from pure European blood, therefore you are not acceptable”, he told them. A melodious female voice came on line. “Be very careful when you come round here looking for your roots”, was all she said. The irony of that statement would soon be obvious to him.

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Story #3 by Viruswitch:

To Kevin all that mattered was “Root”. He just had to be “Root”. All he kept thinking for the past months was: “Root”. That little word became an obsession; the obsession resulted in strange female voices that haunted his mind, especially at nights. It had been more than a month since he last saw a man, not to think of a woman.

“We are Root and we are Underground! We have the power that you seek!” The female voices insisted on hypnotizing him and then laughing at him. His enthusiasm grew and unable to resist, he followed them through the cyberspace. The Root-Fairies had taken over now, he was just an instrument.

In the past he would be aimlessly wondering through the cyber world looking for “Root” but his new underground friends, in the voices of the Root-Fairies, pointed out the location. All he had to do is work out the root-password and wait. But the fairies suddenly abandoned him. “Our work is finished here” they said. Kevin fell deeply into the dark abyss of his depression. He was devoid of divine inspiration, helpless, an insomniac, and a lot more, but yet not “Root”. Or so he thought.

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Story #1 by Viruswitch:

"Thats how it works. You place your hand over his head, say the magic mantra and incarnate as a lama instantly." Those were the last human words that would have echoed in his ears. He always wanted to be a lama and now he was determined to go through with his plan. He wanted to be able to look at the world with eyes half-closed and seize the absolute power! He dreamt of a confidence and superiority his increadible spitting-abilities would gift him! He would love to surpise unsuspected tourists and they wouldn't even know where it hit them from.

But as he placed his hand over the lama's head, all the joys of being a man slowly abondoned him, the faces he had known melted away and suddenly disappeared. He was not himself anymore and all his desires, including the lama-incarnation, faded away.Fearing to loose every piece of human emotion he ever possessed, he run away swearing never to touch a lama again.

Story #2 by Young At Heart in San Diego

Neil and Ingrid were nearing the end of their good times together. From the beginning, it had always been only about sex for him, and that would have been good enough for her if not for his insensitive and crass sense of humor. He always went overboard with the bestiality jokes, and today was the last straw. During what she hoped would be a pleasant hike in the Andes, they had happened upon a llama only to have Neil stroke its fur and make suggestive comments about unmentionable behavior between the three of them. Undoubtedly it was time to teach him a lesson in sensitivity. But what to do? Suddenly a strange voice in her head intoned: “Don’t worry, chica, we have a solution for boys such as these.” She had no sooner received this telepathic communication before she realized that Neil had not moved. His eyes had gone all glassy and a thin line of drool had begun to fall from his mouth. “Go ahead with your walk and enjoy this fine day” the llama again spoke without sound inside Ingrid’s head. “The flock and I will take care of him until you return”.