{--- --+@ yyyyyy ( -- - - yy@$S@, - -- - )$! $# # @+-- ---} $" "$ "ýS$ý" _.a@Sý""ý$byyd$ý""ýS@a._ "ý$$$$S@yy y@, _.a@S$ý""ý$$$$$$ "ý$$$$ý""ýS@a._ iý""ý$ . $ý""ý$ .. $ý" l $" "$' '""1 ;i""ý$ . $ý""ý$ý"" " " "$ .. $ý" l ; ,$ .. $....$. _.$_.aý' . ib yd',:..:; ;' ,$ .. l:..:$ .. $$byd$. _.$_.aý' i . $$ :: $::::$ :: ______ : ;$ $',$|::|$ i. ,$$ :: l|::|$ :: ______ :: ______ $y$ý$$ || $||||$ || $$$$$$ | i$$'.$ý8||8$ $$yý$$ || $8||8$ || l$ý$$$ || $$ý$$$ $$$y$$.__.$8888$.__.$$$Sý'._.$$',S$y$88$$ $$$y$$.__.$ý88$$.__.$$ySý'.__.$$ySý' $y$$$$ {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - deviate e'zine -- -- issue one - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} deviate e'zine -- issue 1.01 -- released 05/27/96 deviate magazine is a publication of surreality enterprises. all matter contained within is the property of surreality, and may not be duplicated without the expressed, written consent of both the author and surreality enterprises. deviate may be distributed freely, in its entire original state, provided no fee is charged for its retrieval. {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - -- - )$! $# # @+-- ---} "in the beginning, the universe was created. this has made alot of people very angry and been widelty regarded as a bad move." - douglas adams - {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} !(--- - table of contents --- -)! .+ deviate ascii header, by fractal .+ deviate inf0ez .+ editorial: why?, by mindcrime .+ a note on the following .+ "life in the realm of the colored blocks" (ch. 1), by mindcrime .+ "life in the realm of the colored blocks" (ch. 2-3), by mindcrime .+ "the stapler", by belial .+ "supermetamorphosis", by mindcrime .+ "gumby: fact or fiction?", by mindcrime .+ "it's over", by mindcrime .+ thanks and greets .+ deviate footer ascii, by tmm {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} , ,$!`' '`!$, , {--- --+@ # #$ !$( deviate issue 1.01, editorial: why? )$! $# # @+-- ---} ' `$!,. by mindcrime .,!$' ' the path to deviation... several months ago a guy who went by the name belial joined my little art group, blade. he was a writer, contributing to the literature section of blade, a division which i myself had dabbled in from time to time. i was never very excited about my writing, it was just something that started one day out of the boredom of algebra two. i wrote poetry here and there, never thinking much about what i wrote or the meanings hidden deep within. it was just something that came to me, and if i happened to have a pen in my hand it would go down on paper. getting back to belial, he was someone who i quickly took a liking to, most probably because of our similar tastes and ideas. he never got too deep into the art scene, where i had been slowly making my way to recognition over the past few years. instead, belial found another scene, one which i was completely unaware of and oblivious too. he released a zine called 'klunk' and naturally spread it to my board, one of the few big local 908 bbs'. he urged me to read it, and i did, interested in the prospects of an all text electronic magazine. sure, i had read tons of electronic magazines, but they were always coded with fancy graphics and effects, never daring to deviate from talking about their respective scenes. klunk opened my eyes to a new world, one where creative writing was widely distributed and people didn't dwell on the happenings of their scene. klunk seemed to give way to more zines gracing my download areas on alderaan. 'y0lk' showed up shortly after, then 'pork' and other new zines that had caught on to the craze. i read them all, laughing aloud at times and occasionaly marveling at a deep thought. without realizing the full scope of this new found media, i released my own zine, 'dreaming in digital'. i modeled it after those zines which i had been reading, kicking up the cheeze facter a few hundred percent and spouting my ideas in no particularly formed manner. needless to say, apart from the really rad file_id.diz, it was a failure. i didn't give it much thought, and continued with my business in the ansi scene, occasionally peaking into that zine thing to check up on things. i didn't have all the time in the world, so i read less and less and fell behind on current releases. i got a message from belial one day. apparently, a few people were getting together at his house and he wondered if i might be able to make it. it was my first chance to put some faces on the names, and i naturally accepted the oppertunity. i'd be lying if i said i got what i expected when i showed up at marc's house. there, on the porch, was belial, edicius, lucifer and some guy named cerkit, who i had never met or even heard of. grey hawk showed up, things settled in, and we all had a pretty fun afternoon. these guys were quite cool, and, although i had reservations upon showing up, i was glad i had made these new friends. i'm no wiz with chronoligy, but i believe it was after this 'fest' that belial and cerkit joined forces on a new zine called 'slinky'. i was very interested in this, particularly because slinky was formed on the ideal of being different. it was more intellectual, more creativity based than comedy based. at that original fest, i took a liking to cerkit. he was a damn cool guy, both creative and intellectual while remaining downright funny. slinky was sure to reflect that, and i watched with anticipation for the first issue to come around. it did, and it lived up to my expectations. it wasn't like klunk, or y0lk, or pork. it was different, and i liked that. by this time, i was growing more and more fond of this 'zine scene. i still had no clue what dto was, or pez, or hoe, or any other 'zines for that matter. i had heard of cdc, but never even saw a copy, let alone realize what it was all about. i started peaking into #zines on irc, scoping out the scene, checking out the people. slinky issue 2 was released, and proved to be even better than the first. from there, things get a little fuzzy. it seems as if the events from there leading up to now got all smooshed up and compacted into one big memory. i started hanging out with belial and edicius on weekends, and cerkit came around to 908 often enough for me to get to know him. irc proved to be a means for really getting to know these guys, learning what made them and their 'zines tick. i got into writing some more, and got wrapped up in alot of 'zine like things. i started reading dto and jonas, and peaking at random issues of hoe and cdc. i was really liking what i found in this scene, and i was sure i would eventually be a part of it. somewhere during this time, a larger fest type thing occured, and i got to meet the likes of mogel, ilsundal, kurdt, metalchic, and pip the angry youth. it was right then that the 'zine scene really piled into me like a ton of bricks. these guys were cool, intelligent, and creative; such a breath of fresh air after being stuck in the monotany of the ansi scene for so long. i got more and more involved in the whole 'zine type atmosphere, hanging out in #zines, chillin' with cerkit and belial. i was writing and likeing it, making friends and growing accustomed to the ways. i submitted an abstract piece to slinky, and as it turns out belial and cerkit seemed to really like it and i was convinced that i would continue writing and participating in the whole 'zine thing. a few weeks ago, i was on the phone with belial and cerkit three-way, and they brought up the proposal of merging slinky with jonas, bringing me on as the fourth in an ensemble of editors. edicius went for it and soon after 'legacy' was born. it all happened rather fast, and both slinky and jonas released their 'final' issues, yielding to the future of legacy e'zine. belial was working hard on the idea, and legacy issue one was coming along. this point was something of the calm after the storm of all our personal problems in life. alot of shit had happened over those last few weeks, and it seemed to all blow over in light of happier, more entertaining times. no more problems, no more reasons to talk. communication between the legacy staff got scarce. cerkit lost his computer in a freak snowboarding accident (don't ask), belial got a job (eek!), and i had alot of stuff going on with both school and all my other computer related duties. the timing was all wrong, and cerkit brought that up. he backed out of the venture, and at first we were all pretty pissed about it. i suppose i was the next in line to see the light, and i quickly agreed with what cerkit had been telling me. legacy was born with all the wrong timing, and we all pretty much agreed on that. in essence, legacy died, jonas and slinky were re-born, and i was left with some unreleased pieces with no where to go. deviate was actually born out of my initial fury for the legacy split. sure, i calmed down, but the idea just seemed so appropriate for the time. i was ready to venture off on my own and try my hand at spouting my thoughts and ideas. and so it goes... i wanted to write a 'zine. i wanted to take part in this scene that i had so quickly been engulfed in. i wanted to experiment with my writing, perhaps even bringing some influences from other scenes i had partaken in. the problem with that is that there are alot of 'zines out there. just as in the ansi scene, everyone wants to start their own venture with the proposition of making it different, giving it appeal and making it last. nearly three years ago i started my own ansi group, and it has lasted. today i start my own 'zine, so aptly titled 'deviate', for it is my will to get away from the norm, follow a different path, go where i want to go. i want it to be different, i want it to have appeal. but do i want it to last? i really don't know. it's an experiment, something new to me. today, i doubt that it will last as long as my others projects have. but it will be a stepping stone to better things, the first pencil stroke in the writing of my legacy. dare to deviate. - mindcrime {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} !(--- - a note on the following, by mindcrime --- -)! the story that follows is something i began quite a while ago and just recently finished. the first chapter was previously published in slinky e'zine issue number three. the two subsequent chapters are original to deviate issue one. , ,$!`' '`!$, , {--- --+@ # #$ !$( life in the realm of the colored blocks )$! $# # @+-- ---} ' `$!,. by mindcrime .,!$' ' -- - chapter one - -- blocks. you know, those four-sided, two-dimensional, rectangular things? yeah, those. my world is made of them. however, our blocks have a fourth attribute: color. that's right, colored blocks. we've been to your world. we know all about it. your feeble minds cannot comprehend our two - dimensional space, our blocks, our COLORED blocks. your eyes cannot see, for you have never been exposed to the vibrant glow of electrons as they explode into ballads of vivid color. oh yes, we know all about you and your kind. life was always good here. conflict was a concept we did not know. peacefully, we lived our lives as we pleased, going this way and that, acting as we saw fit. then you came. you, and your friends, and their friends, and soon the entire race. our world, our beautiful world of color, was destroyed. you moved us, aligned us, made us stand where we did not wish to stand. you killed us, you controlled us, and never even knew we were there. you saw our bodies, but not our souls. we gave you the gift of color and how do you repay us? by destroying the very fabric of our existance. we have dealt with your intrustion, we have coped, we have played along. but that will be no more. we observed your race, we learned over the years. we watched as you destroyed our friends, we watched as you destroyed your own friends. we absorbed the information you gave us and we have entered your mind on the darkest of nights. collectively, we have learned that your race is devoid of peace. you live for conflict while denying it ever happens at all. this conflict you will not be able to deny. this conflict will be your last. we have uncovered your weaknesses, you will suffer at the hands of those who you have made to suffer. it is time for a revolution. to be continued.. , ,$!`' '`!$, , {--- --+@ # #$ !$( life in the realm of the colored blocks )$! $# # @+-- ---} ' `$!,. by mindcrime .,!$' ' -- - chapter two - -- you have not realized it yet, but our war has begun. we aren't using guns. we aren't using sticks or stones or bats. we are using our minds. neurons and electrons, synapses constantly firing. our brains are in constant overdrive while yours remain idle. in the batter of intelligence you have already been defeated, but we want more. we want control. your feeble laws and ideas have repressed us for years, but that will soon be no more. our population is growing. our combined intelligence is expanding on yours exponentially, and we will not stop there. your power has already begun to erode. technological advance has been a driving force in your society since its beginning, but little do you realize that we control your most valued of technologies. our society of colored blocks controls your realm of zeros and ones. we control your trusted networks. the power that we weild is the sole propellant behind the electrons that flow meaninglessly through your processors. you call them your computers, we call them our gateways to revolution. -- - chapter three - -- you ask what we will do with the power once we obtain it. you ask how we will keep it pure, free from the sins of your own reign. but our quest is different than yours. ours is not the crusade for individual power, rather it is that of the collective. together we will work to create a free environment. our domination will show you truth, a quality you have lacked since day one. do not expect us to ever relinquish our control. this planet is ours now. you have lost this battle. this revolution is ours. he slides his thumb down over the power switch and closes the laptop as the stewerdess snugly places the pillow behind his head. as he closes his eyes, the blocks of color fade from light to dark in preparation of the new dawn. the revolution is complete. {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} "i'm sick of all you hypocrites holding me at bay. and i don't need your sympathy to get me through the day. seasons change and so can i. hold on boy, no time to cry. untie these strings, i'm climbing down. i won't let them push me away." - mike portnoy,dream theater {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} , ,$!`' '`!$, , {--- --+@ # #$ !$( the stapler )$! $# # @+-- ---} ' `$!,. by belial .,!$' ' how's it goin', mr. stapler? i'm doin' pretty well, but... say, can you do me a favor? can you staple some papers for me? oh, thanks. you know, you're pretty cool. ouch! that was my hand, you fuckin' piece of shit! there, I just threw your ass across the room. what do you have to say now? {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} , ,$!`' '`!$, , {--- --+@ # #$ !$( supermetamorphosis )$! $# # @+-- ---} ' `$!,. by mindcrime .,!$' ' my life changed one day when my wife changed one day. or is that the other way around? i'm really not quite sure, for i only know what the facts tell me and right now they tell me (and you, in this bizarre case) that, in the scope of a single day, my wife became a super bitch and i became a super hero. i'm still pondering whether these two occurances are relative to one another. in any case, i haven't seen her since. it seems that she has gotten herself caught in a terribly hard to find surreality vortex. that's superhero speak for "i really don't know what happened to her." which brings me to the current core of my complexity. for somehow and somewhy, i have been cast into this superflous life of superabundant and supercharged superpowers. it is as if my previous life has been superimposed over that of this superhuman superhero. my inferior being has been cast into that of the superior and supernatural, given powers not the least of which is the superability to fly at supersonic speeds. it is really not my wish to supercede the superstructure of human life, for i am, or at least i was, a normal man. this all happened a few days ago, and since then i've been doing alot of thinking. i've also been doing alot of flying, and i've found that, believe it or not, the two are completely compatable. what have i been thinking about, you ask? well, naturally, a way to get my wife back. actually, if we're being truthful here, and i'm pretty sure we are, i'm more working towards a new formula for safely obtaining nuclear energy. but rest assured, getting my wife back is a topic that has danced across my mind. in getting her back, i assume that i will figure out exactly what has been going on here, for without that assumption i'm quite sure that that would be another topic of my thoughts. nevertheless, i have indeed been thinking. oh, yeah, and flying, too. oh, right, i'm supposed to be finding my wife. so, what do you think would be a good place to start? too late, i already started back at my house. i figured that would be the best place to search for some clues. and clues i did indeed find. unfortunatly, they were only clues to where i lost the remote control, and not to where i lost my wife. all this detective work had made me quite tired, so i sat down on the couch and used the newly-found remote to click my way to infinity. naturally, that put me to sleep. during the night i disappeared. how do i know that i disappeared, you ask? well, obviously because i woke up in a place where i hadn't slept before. actually, i'd never even been there before. so, if i woke up in a different spot than i fell asleep in, i must have disappeared from that spot sometime during the night. it's all physics. now, who do you think shows up just as i awake? no, it was dr. sleezack, my dentist. don't ask me how he got there, i never bothered to ask. he had a pretty big gun, because that's what mad scientists tend to use to kill superheros like me. i wasn't scared much, for i knew i could easily stop any speeding bullets that came flying my way. the doctor mumbled something about a late bill, but i didn't pay much attention. it was only the bumbling lunacy of a crazy man. then, to my amazement, something of beauty caught my eye like the sparkling of a big... shiny thing. it was my wife! she was tied up, tied down, and up against the wall. acting quickly, like any superhero might, i smacked the mad doctor upside the head, stuck my pinky in his gun, pulled the trigger, tied him up, called the police, wrote a note explaining the situation, taped the note to the doctor's left eyelid, grabbed my wife, untied her, and took off toward home. now that's the way a real superhero works! i foiled the plans of a mad scientist and saved my wife all in a matter of seconds. the fact that i have these superpowers is still a mystery, but that seems to be the way my life is going these days. mystery after mystery, saved day after saved day. but man, do the chics dig these tights. {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} beepilepsy: the brief seizure people sometimes suffer when their beepers go off, especially in vibrator mode. characterized by physical spasms, goofy facial expressions, and stopping speach in mid- sentence. client-server action: geek euphemism for having sex. "i went to the oracle party the other night hoping for a little client- server action." - source: gareth branwyn, jargon watch, wired 4.04 {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} , ,$!`' '`!$, , {--- --+@ # #$ !$( gumby: fact or fiction? )$! $# # @+-- ---} ' `$!,. by mindcrime .,!$' ' was that guy named gumby really made of gum? or was his creator just stupidly dumb? for if he was truly made of some gum, he would be too sticky and icky for some. his friends, of whose names are pokey and goo, were supposedly made of that sticky stuff, too. now pokey was red and goo was real blue, but gumby was green and that gum makes me spew. stuck within that gum could there a brain be, with optics pertruding to let this man see? uncovering these answers could be the true key, to solving this thing that's been puzzling me. i suppose we will find the true answer one day, is gumby really made of gum, or even skin or clay? why should it even bother me? he probably isn't real. i guess you will really never know the way i feel... {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} , ,$!`' '`!$, , {--- --+@ # #$ !$( it's over. )$! $# # @+-- ---} ' `$!,. by mindcrime .,!$' ' well, (<--- generic 'zine closer) it's been fun, people. but alas, all good 'zines must come to an end. i wrote the pieces in this text for myself. i had ideas, i had a computer, i wrote my ideas on the computer. i decided that it might be even more fun if i let the public in on my little stories, so i compiled them into this 'zine and called it deviate. if you liked it, i'm truly ecstatic. if you didn't, oh well. too each his own, i suppose. either way, it would make me sprout a smile if you took a few seconds out of your oh-so-busy day to drop me some feedback. perhaps i'll even include some of the feedback in a future issue! here's your chance to become elite! and that, my friends, is a 'zine. not just any 'zine, though. it's MY fucking 'zine. but guess what?! you, too, can be a contributor to this k-rad elite 'zine! that's right, for a limited time only we're offering a lifetime supply of tang to all deviate writers and artists! (*) so drop your work to mindcrime at any of the below outlined places, and remember to keep on writing for you, yourself, and .. um.. you! talk hard. (*) lifetime supply of tang (tm) not included. {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} thanks and greets go out to the following people who somewhere pushed a particle which caused a chain reaction that ended up in the part of my brain that compelled me to write this 'zine: belial; cerkit; edicius; lucifer; tmm; ilsundal; metalchic; jestapher; kurdt, sharon, pip the angry youth, jave, paul, grey hawk, hooch, rad man misfit; trip; creed; phorce; fractal; the #zines crew; the number twelve; the creators and makers of tang(tm) and nerds(tm); the cast and crew of the movie 'hackers'; the musical talents of pink floyd, queensryche, dream theater, and guns'n'roses; douglas adams; william gibson; the guy who invented irc; the people who keep calling my answering machine and asking for dr. combes; the good people at america online for all their portable media contributions; at&t, for their generous allotment of teleconf'ing time; dodge, for providing the transportation; taco bell, for providing both food and a wonderful target for prank calls; your mom, for her late night sex; and you, for reading along. {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} contacting deviate: emailers - mike@exit109.com, mc@acid.org dialers - alderaan@908.224.8780 irc'ers - mindcrime {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} this 'zine is deticated to our legacy; may it never fade away. {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - deviate e'zine -- issue 1.01 - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---} d$$b gyyg 7$$P gyyg tMM gyygp**q$$$$ gyygp**qgyyg gyyg .. gyyg .... s$$P "" $&s. $$$$mmmm gyygp**qgyyg $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ gyygp** $$$$ $$$$ ::: $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ ::: $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ ::: $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$bssd$$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ ::: $$$$bssd$$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ ::::::: $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ $$$$ :: $$$$ $$$$ ::: $$$$ ::::::: $$$$bssd$$$$ $$$$b. s$$s $$$$bssd$$$$ $$$$ $$$$bssd$$$$ $$$$b. : $$$$b. s$$s $$$$"""""""" """""""$$$$ $$$$""""""" """" $$$$"""""""" """""" """""""$$$$ {--- --+@ # #$ !$( -- - - - - -- )$! $# # @+-- ---}