Date: Sat, 26 Mar 1994 10:58:16 -0500 (GMT-0500)
From: Wendi Strang-Frost <sodapop@mpcc.org>
Subject: Archimedes IX
To: "jason's amber campaign" <shadows@umich.edu>
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	Laughter drops by to see how I'm doing.  I appreciate that.  I 
even manage to get a free meal out of it, bless her heart.
	She also has a really interesting plan for combining Pattern and 
computers.  While I admit that it's something I wouldn't have thought of 
on my own, I will admit that it intrigues me.  I started jotting down 
programs and notes in between bites.  If I didn't know better, I'd say 
she was too eager to get this project started, but I know better.
	After my second nap of the day, I feel like I can move, 
carefully.  So I move to the library to research Laughter's problem.  
Either way I look at it, getting anything to blow up in Amber is going to 
be easier than putting the Pattern on hard drive.
	Finding mysefl stranded in the library, I trump Llewella to see 
how things are going in Rebma.  They're going fine.  Llewlla's having fun.
	Laughter shows up and rescues me once again.  I explain to her 
about my ideas for the Pattern.  She agrees, so I conjure some graph 
paper for her and she retreats to the Pattern room.
	I then conjure up some peyote and contemplate the shitty card 
throw I made earlier.  According to them, I should just slit my wrists 
now.  Probably a good thing I'm not overly melodramatic.  What I have to 
figure out is:  whether or not Osric applys to all of my endeavors, or 
not.  And if not, which ones. Maybe one day I'll out grow superstition.  
Right, who am I kidding.  The peyote didn't clarify anything, but Flora 
and I got into some really interesting positions. I'll have to 
concentrate on metaphoric instead of literal interpretation on the next trip.
	Laughter came in about this time.  Thank god for large books 
placed in strategic positions.  I can't remember exactly what we talked 
about.  Religion, I think.  I do remember her leaving shortly after she 
noticed the wedding ring.
	What is going through her head?
	I don't know why I still wear it.  Marie's been dead for over a 
century now.  Certainly, I've mourned an adequate amount of time.  
Laughter reminds me of her in her unbridaled enthusiasm.  I fell in love 
with Marie while we were rebuilding an engine.  I shall have to be 
careful with this young Laughter.