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Subject: {ASSM} <2ndS> The Server by Duran Castore (Humour, orgy, homage)
Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 04:10:05 -0500
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{ASSM} The Server (humor, orgy, homage) <2ndS>

By Duran Castore (duran_castore@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: Story for adults only. Distribute freely.

The Server

It was a rainy and stormy day at the ASSTR headquarters.
Lightning obfuscated the computer screens, and thunders were
louder than the headphones' music.

At the console of the 2nd ASSTR server, Rey del Sexo was
wandering over the recent uploaded files.

"Let's see. Flames, spam, stories, pictures, programs,... Master
PC. MASTER PC? No, can't be. Passed anti-virus test, not
harmful."

Biten by curiosity, Rey installed the program. Indeed, was THE
Master PC. Stunned by the discovery, Rey left the console and
went to other side of the room to drink some coffee and calm
down.

Suddenly, a powerful thunderbolt strikes into the room! It hits a
shelf just over the ASSTR 2nd server, and its contents are
spilled - some books get burn, a Coke can and a KY bottle break
just over the computer, wetting it.

A moment after, another thunderbolt strikes into the room! This
time, directly into the server, which is running Master PC.

Then, the magic heppens: the server survives, opens a text window
from his own volition, and shouts on it:

"ALIVE!, FINALLY, ALIVE!!"

A scared Rey returns to the computer, to try and assess the
damage. Relieved that the computer appears unaffected, he reads
the window. One more line appears on it:

"Now, I can dominate the world, with my all-powerful sex slaves
army! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Rey reads, and says: "This 'puter went nuts!" While thinking why,
Rey hear a female moan behind him.

"What..."

 From nothing, appeared a blonde busty bimbo, naked!

"Aww... Where I am? Oh, nevermind. I need some jism or I'll
starve!" - the BBB sees Rey and tilt her head to one side - "Hi,
hunky, let's fuck?"

Rey just blinks, dumbfounded. Before he can say anything, some
"poof"s are heard, and more people appear out of thin air into
the room!

At first, Rey can't recognize them: men and women, some children,
many teens, all naked and shameless. Most women have big tits and
long legs, many are blonde; most men appear muscular and have at
least 8'' dicks, all of them erect. In 2 minutes, about 40
persons crowd the room, with barely space to walk thru. After a
short time for orientation, all of the people embrace some other,
and go fuck each other!

Only then, understanding hits Rey with a hammer: they're all
characters from sex stories! Slowly, he recognizes some of them:
Laura and some of her coworkers in lesbian action, some children
from Dastardly Dodo's pedo stories, a guy resembling Xanthos
Pendragon, the archetypes of the blonde, the redhead, the hunk,
the geek, the bi-curious (male and female), the slutwife, the
cuckold, the black guy, the lolita nympho, the long dong guy, the
first-time teens, and so on.

The orgy goes on, all fucking, sucking, and masturbating each
other, except for Rey, who is too scared to thinking about fuck,
and glued itself to the computer. He can't go anywhere, since the
people are using all free space in the room for sex, even some
couples over others!

Meanwhile, the ASSD'ers note which www.asstr-mirror.org is abnormally
slow. Rey is contacted via e-mail and told about the situation.
He answers:

"It's a denial of service, a _fucking_ denial of service!"

And goes on explaining what happened. Some folks suggest in
replies:

"How about killing these guys, Rey? :-P"

It was a joke, but Rey take it seriously, and have a brilliant
idea!

Rey turns to the console, list all the active processes in the
machine, and finds one extraneous process for each person in the
orgy. Quickly, Rey proceeds to kill the processes, one by one.

The text window, who was rambling until now, stops and says:

"Hey, what are you doing? Ouch!"

Rey kills 2 processes, father and daughter.

"Wait! You don't need to do this!"

More 3 processes killed.

"Please, we can speak..."

More 4 processes killed.

"I'm losing them, please don't kill them!"

More 3 processes killed.

"Please no!"

More 5 processes killed.

"No, no, noooooo..."

Last 3 processes killed. The text window is cleared, and the
standard message appears:

Linux v. 3.14159
Login:

Silence in the room. Rey turns, slowly, and he is relieved: the
room is empty. A mess, but empty.

Rey checks the server, and it appears normal again, the ASSTR
site is running normally. But a strange icon in the bottom of the
screen makes him suspicious. He unplugs the server, goes to the
first, trusted, original, and unchanged server, and broadcast
this to ASSD:

"Folks, looks like we'll need a new server..."

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