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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (9423)	4/8/1998 1:19:00 PM
From: jhild	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Alex, I seem to recall you like science fiction kinds of things. I was looking around the NASA site and I came across something startling. It seems that I somehow accessed a page there that I didn't ask for. I thought this is kind of neat and so I copied it to my desktop. When I tried to re-access the page it gave me a 404 Error. Now I am a little worried, because as I was looking at it, I can see why it might be classified. In a growing panic I sent a copy of this page to Mr. B, thinking that making it publicly available might make it less dangerous. He has been good enough to give it a url on his site. So I'm hoping that I will avoid more trouble now making it publicly available. I think these guys have a lot of explaining to do, for not being more forthcoming. Here is the url: magneticdiary.com I don't know what you make of this. My interpretation is that it is an unmistakable sign. I am thinking now how clever "they" were to choose some one like Jane Jetson as their message. "They" must be watching us more closely than we know. "They" choosing Jane Jetson must surely mean that "they" understand something profound about our society. I'm getting scared.

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (9423)	4/8/1998 11:13:00 PM
From: JF Quinnelly	Respond to of 71178

A group of ten year old boy-hoodlums gathers inside a suburban garage, noisily plotting how best to annoy the neighborhood. They suddenly grow silent, as into their midst walks their Leader... or rather, as into their midst waddles a large Bassett Hound. The boys look at their feet. They shuffle. They grow absolutely silent. Their eyes glaze over.... Bilbo stares at each boy in order. He is working the "hound mind-meld", his advanced intellect overpowering and shaping the meager brains of the boy gangsters. The process doesn't take long. Bilbo waddles back into the shadows, his work done... The boys reawaken, and suddenly it is perfectly clear to them what they should do: they need to go to the dirt lot by the powerlines, and make lots of noise and intimidate the neighboring homeowners!! Yeah, that's the ticket, and so off they ride.... "The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated" thinks Bilbo as he pees on a shiny new BMW.