Subject: [PW!] The Weather Over the Long Term Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2002 17:42:38 +0000 (UTC) From: "Steffan Alun" <thriceduck@hotmail.com> Organization: BT Openworld Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon "Promotions are given to only the most capable members of staff." -- from "ComComCom - A Bright Future For Bright People", published December 2001 Pokewars!: Ralph Harrison "The Weather Over the Long Term" Steffan Alun Driving a car was usually a horrible experience for Ralph Harrison. So many choices to be made. So many chances to lose control. So many roundabouts... However, he was beginning to enjoy driving along the straight road leading north from Goldenrod in his assistant's car. It was a very powerful car, which could break any speed limit with ease. To say that Mr Harrison didn't care about going over the limit would be untrue. However, he did enjoy it severely. He switched off the radio. Only the sound of traffic could be heard now. It was dark, and he'd been driving for hours. Many roundabouts cropped up on the roads in Goldenrod, and Mr Harrison had to avoid them all for fear of losing control of the car. No. For fear of losing control of himself. The time spent avoiding roundabouts had mounted up, and it was now inhumanly dark. His headlights barely penetrated the black sea ahead. Mr Harrison didn't care, though. He'd never had to think hard about being careful on the roads; he did so autmoatically - literally. The only colour he cared about was the green of the speedometer. Black meant nothing to him. The hard seats reminded him of his first year at ComComCom. Nobody knew who he was back then. Nobody asked him for his opinion or for permission to do anything. His responsibilities were simple, unambiguous tasks. Not now, thought Mr Harrison. Even now, I'm making a choice. Will I keep going or will I turn back? When will I contact the police about the helicopter? Will I ever do that? The questions didn't stop. The car was flooding with choices and options. Will I stay hidden until I've finished the wiring? Will I contact someone about getting permission to use the satellite? The questions! THE QUESTIONS! Mr Harrison hated options, and he currently had far too many. Will I change gears now or wait until I've passed the next corner? Will I slow down or speed up for the traffic lights? The car. There was nothing nice about the car now. It was a horrible prison of options. The green dial showing his speed no longer looked welcoming. It was horrible. 90 miles per hour. Will I break or just stop accelarating? Will I pull over to rest? 100 miles per hour. Will I contact Mike? Will I ever return this car? 120 miles per hour. Will I keep going until I reach Violet Town? Will I break before knocking over this pedestrian? BANG! SCREECH! 0 miles per hour. TBC? The plot begins... -- Steffan A large collection of plagarism: http://iceduck.pkmn.co.uk