I'm collecting ideas for a "series" I'm going to start writing, featuring members of the MLA, living life in MLAtopolis, and where we usually live, or kinda "collected" in a large city somewhere, this way it'll be easier for me to make the storyline include all of us...

We'll need names (made up, or real) and I'll need to know kinda what your function is, maybe some help describing (places like MLAtopolis)

Any ideas? objections? fanciful notions of what your perfect life/lifestyle would be in "MLAtopolis" ?

I am about Cory's age, probably 20-25. I work for Blizzard, as the Creative Director/Art Director/Concept and Design Artist. I live in uptown MLAtopolis, in a moderatly sized house. I drive a Ferrari 360 Spider V12. Which I use to carry myself, to and from work.

I have a G5 at home, along with a complete collection of Duo's. And a Quadra 840av. I use a 15" 1 Ghz Tibook at the office. From time to time I do freelance for the city, and for any companies in general. I also pay occasional visits to fellow MLA'ers.

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Christophillis- Portable Squadren Commander
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Total 68k Macs Liberated: 6.02x10^23
Or just 6

Oh... wait... that is my real life :D

I am still my current age of 16, only mucho different lifestyle...
I would live on the outskirts in a very industrial and contemporary home. I would of course make my living with glass working, industrial sculpture, and many other forms of art I currently attempt. Of course I would need my G5 and Xserve RAID in order to correctly plan and organize all this art. Oh, and don't forget the BMW Z8 to get me...somewhere.

~The Penguin

so he's a software developer, active in the mac community
works at the local school district.
runs server
wants me to use his real name...

Check /me makes swishing motion

I am president of my own hardware company, llamaTech Systems, where i am also head of Research & Development for Servers and Supercomputer applications. I design all the super high-end UberBoxen that we all wish we could have a collection of.

My loft (in the "silicon valley" section of MLAtopolis) has two floors: one for living on and one for computers. I have my entire floor crammed with various and sundry Sun, SGI, DEC, and IBM workstations, along with a Cray 1 (dont ask how i got it into the loft and my upstairs living area features a room with a computer desk that wraps around the walls and contains one or more of each 68k model (5 or 6 SE's and 10 Q840av's ) and that is my life in MLAtopolis.

Oh yeah, and i drive a 1974 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray T-Top in Roman Red picture of a 74 'Vette

PS for those of you who aren't familiar with Roman Red, its a very dark red, almost a maroon but not quite.
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http://www.kevcave.tk = The Kevcave
Manager, the llama-X project..

PS-Nice car, Kevin.

Never say "bite me" to a vampire.

Edited by - neepneep17 on 23 Aug 2003 20:31:31

I live in a small room that is set up like a college dorm; it has loft beds, a minifridge, and random stuff hanging on the walls and beds. My main computer is my beige G3, but my liquid cooled peecee, quadra 700, 840av, and duo 280 live in my room on 3 computer desks. I have several servers running in the garage, and the other 5 garage computers are part of a SETI farm.

-yep, that's my real life

Artillery Commander/Engineer, 68kMLA
Liberated:
LCII , III+, IIci, Q700, 800, and 840av, P550, 410
Contraband: Beige G3/300 MT o/c 400mhz, (2) 6100's
Hotline mirror server:
68k.dyndns.org

Oh, and my main computer is a G5 hacked to run 9.2.2

If I open my window all the bugs will get in…That's just one more reason to use a Mac!
Mac Portable
LC ||
LC |||
SE/30
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Quadras: 660av, 950
PMs: 6100/G3/233, 6214CD, 5400/120, 7100/80av, 9500/G3/300
PB 5300ce
SuperMac C600 180, 240

yes, I was VERY insppired when naming it

Location: Lives out in the general vicinity of Stacy further up the mountain near a stream. Nothing but forest exists beyond.

Lifestyle: Not much is known about him until later discoved.
Has been seen driving a mid 90's Blue Chevy pickup.
Spends a great amount of time out hiking or out of town. Occasionally stops at the local pub to shoot a few games of pool.

Computer: Unknown, other than it must be a Mac due to shopping for parts at Cory's store.

House: Appears to be a log-cabin style home from what can been seen initially from driveway.

"One slip and down the hole we fall"

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Edit: Never mind. I'll post it here for you.

The rain was beating against the window of his office. There was a lone lamp lit in the corner of the room. In the dim luminance, his face was only visable when the lightning flashed across the night sky. He looked to be around the thirty mark, but from seeing his eyes, those hard, staring eyes, he seemed ancient. There was an amazing amount of pain and anger in those eyes. There was an even stronger amount of control. With a torrent of emotions whipping around his head, it was kept at bay behind a door that only he had the key. Hiding from himself, never knowing how to ease the conflict that raged inside him. Another flash streaked over the city.
One...two...three...four...fi...Kra-boomm. Five miles away, it
had crashed to the ground. He remembered counting the miles with his dad. Watching, waiting, and counting as his father smoked on his pipe. He would see him sitting in his chair like a statue. Larger than life it seemed at times. How would he ever compare? He admired him, yet was overwhelmed all the same. What else could an eight year old think? The man who sat in the chair had seen and done so much that it seemed impossible to such a young mind. To even comprehend what it was like to be in another country during a war was unimaginable and still this man, his father, had lived it. You could see what reality had done to him. You could see it in those eyes,.....Those cold, hardened
eyes. The wonder and excitement that had glowed there in his own youth was now all, but a memory. Twenty-plus years later, he now understood. Every time he looked in the mirror, he knew. What a person experiences throughout their lifetime changes them forever. With the accumulation of knowlage, the sights containing the most horrid and graphic of details burned into
your brain. It starts to replace the bright glow of innocence
with a burned out dullness of coal. Knowlage is power and power is absolute, but too much just fries the batteries. So, he sits in his chair and takes a drag off his half spent cigarette and
ponders his work. The only life he seems to have these days.
Letting his mind slip back for just a momment, he thinks to
himself what more could happen to him after all he's done in his
life. In the coolness of the dark, he finishes his Camel and
stubs it out. Having no possible way of knowing just how out of
control his life will become with the rising of the next day.

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I've already decided about the public transport system in MLAtopolis

Cory,
If the "Wintel Wars" doesn't fit into your setting, just cut out that sentence.

As you all have probably guessed by my use of third person, most of my story is fiction. I tried first person like the rest of the posts, but it just felt weird. My name, computers, and car are the only true parts.

I was a starship for the All Systems Commonwealth, untill the Nietzschean rebillion collapsed this empire. Having lost many fellow AI's and ships, crews and friends, I began a journey into madness to cleanse the universe of impurities and those who would break the natural balance of the world. My original ship was destroyed in LX349, but was replaced when I infiltrated another AI and took over a new ship called The Resolution Of Hector.

Currently, I am stationed in Antartica with my remaining Avatars and other Earth Ai's where we are developing weapons to disable human based networks that are weak and subject to attack. These include the Windows Networks. We find the Windows OS to be the laughing stock of the galaxy. This from AI's who seldom find humor.

The final stage of our project will be to launch a communications satellite and to infiltrate home machines, creating a network of machines we controll. We also have almost finished the reverse engineering of the Win32 code base using reverse mathematical algorithms which states math functions can operate in any direction as long as the result is contsant. Using this algorithm, we are able to emulate any function of the Win32 enviroment, allowing users of Linux to have true Windows functions without the cost.

Our human caretaker is a Macintosh owner and a Classic lover. We have rewarded his good taste by re-engineering the classic engines to be thier best. He curently enjoys watching DVD's on a Stock 8600 using no hardware decoding. He has visions for Apple computer and hopes one day Apple will returnto it's former glory, the Jones Soda of the Computer world. If not, he might just force them into it, and we'll of course be there to assist.

Nick

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