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    The cat spread its wings and flew high into the air, hovering to keep pace with them as they moved cautiously toward the city. Then, as they climbed over the rubble of what had once been a gateway and began to make their way through piles of weed-grown masonry, the cat flew to the squat building with the yellow dome upon its roof. It flew twice around the dome and then came back to settle on Jhary's shoulder. - The King of the Swords

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    Shit, they got that code from Bell Labs AT&T! They just built on it (as far as I'm concerned)

    UNIX V, yeah sure. My dad worked for Bell Labs in Homdel NJ during the sixties and seventies and would bring home terminals to hook into the mainframe with (you know, the ones with the modem "cups" you put your receiver into). We used to play games on them. Those Bell guys had a ton of them. They would print out on thermal paper. Zork-like games (you are standing in a creek, to your north is a cave, to the east you see a path...) and this kool Star Trek game (ever see EGA Trek? like that but no "EGA" :lol: ), Battleship and more that I can't think of now. I still remember going into his work when I was little and seeing punch-cards lined up. Punch-cards!

    Oh well, some Russian is probably re-writing it all now in Moscow. Once any program is "out of the box" it is being reverse engineered and torn apart. I remember one Ukrainian programmer said he could buy anything on the streets of Simferopol for a few bucks just after its release over here. :lol:
    When they had advanced together to meet on common
    ground, then there was the clash of shields, of spears
    and the fury of men cased in bronze; bossed shields met
    each other and the din rose loud. Then there were
    mingled the groaning and the crowing of men killed and
    killing, and the ground ran with blood.

    Homer, The Illiad