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characters: Jack, Leech, Father Tecks, Tridia, StoneFox
scenes: Der Anfang, Inside a rotten building, Es hat geregnet, Leech auf der Flucht, Leech in "Matrix Corner"
close-to-ready: Prolog, ChapterOne
glossar: CSB, LeechsInterface, Hacker, HackerKernel, Corp10
Edited on 2007-08-07 22:45:56 by YodaHome [completed translation]
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Das war natürlich gelogen und sie wußte wohl das auch aber alle anderen sahen aus als wären sie mit der Antwort zufrieden. Zufrieden sollte er eigentlich auch sein, denn immerhin sollten seine wildesten Träume war werden. Er würde zurückkehren in die Stadt. Das Leben dort hatte er immer vermisst, er hatte die Stadt immer mehr gemocht als sein Zuhause. Er würde endlich neue Leute kennenlernen und nicht nur die freundlichen aber auch schrecklich vertrauten Gesichter um sich haben, die er hier in den letzten 14 Jahren kennengelernt hatte. Schon seit dem Tag an dem sie die Stadt verlassen hatten und auf diesen Hof zogen, den Dad gekauft hatte, wollte er dorthin zurückkehren wo das Leben wie ein kräftiger Fluß durch die Straßen floss. Hier hatte er nur einen sehr schmalen Strom vorgefunden, der gerade einmal zum Überleben gereicht hat. Warum versuchte er nun also, sich diese Gesichter zu merken? Er hatte sie so lange gesehen, es war höchst unwahrscheinlich, dass er sie je vergessen würde. Nein, das würde er niemals.
"Bruder, wann wirst du deine ersten Kurse besuchen?"
--NAMEN-EINFÜGEN-- war seine älteste Schwester. Sie bereitete scih schon auf ihren Schulabschluß vor, aber war sich noch nicht richtig klar, was danach kommen sollte. Jack wußte, dass sie irgendwie zu ihm aufsah und möglicherweise wollte sie seinem Beispiel folgen und darum erfahren, wie es sein wird in der Stadt zu studieren. Dad wollte natürlich lieber, dass sie hier bei ihm bleibt und auf dem Hof arbeitet. Vielleicht dachte er sogar, sie würde mal einen der Nachbarsöhne heiraten und dass er irgendwie an Land käme oder sich mit einem der anderen Farmer zusammen tun könnte. Das klang alles nach sehr alten Traditionen und Angewohnheiten, aber Vater mochte ja offenbar dieses anachronistische Zeug, war es doch offensichtlich der Grund dafür, dass sie auf diesen Hof gezogen waren. Er wollte die Familie aus diesem Sog der Geschwindigkeit, der die Welt dominierte, heraus holen in diesen Versuch eines statischen Vakuums, wo alles unverändert blieb, zumindest für eine gewissen Zeit und wo Veränderungen noch kontrollier- und beeinflussbar waren. Er konnte mit dem Rhythmus da draußen nicht mithalten und er bestand immer darauf, dass die Dinge ihre Zeit brauchten, wenn man sie richtig machen wollte. Er las immer noch in diesen altertümlichen Büchern, die so schwer zu bekommen waren, weil sämtliche Informationen die je gesammelt worden waren rund um die Uhr über die Netzwerke abgerufen werden konnten. Sie besaßen auch ein Terminal, aber es war fast 10 Jahre alt und wurde nicht sehr oft genutzt. Und selbst wenn, dann sicherlich nicht von Vater. Er würde eher in die alte Bibliothek gehen anstatt das www zu durchsuchen. Jack benutzte es sehr oft. Es gab dort alle Informationen, die man jemals brauchen konnte. Manchmal, wenn sein Vater ihn vor dem Bildschirm sitzen sah sagte er: "Jack, was immer du da auf dem Schirm auch liest, du solltest rausgehen und dir ein Buch suchen. Überprüfe die Information!
"Aber Dad, was sollte mir ein Buch anderes sagen können, es ist doch alles hier drin! Diese Dinger sind so alt, ihr Inhalt ist wahrscheinlich schon längst veraltet."
Jacks Vater schüttelte den Kopf. "Sohn, nicht in dieser Box da ist real. Du machst es erst real wenn du daran glaubst aber in diesem Computer existiert nur eine Sammlung von Einsen und Nullen. Mehr nicht. Echte Informationen findet man nur durch echte Menschen. Und darum brauchen wir Bücher. Verstehst du das?"
Jack hätte diese Diskussion weiterführen können und schon so manches Mal hatte er versucht sich durchzusetzen. Aber letztendlich sah er ein, dass er ihn niemals würde überzeugen können. Es war zwecklos es weiterhin zu versuchen und so stimmte er schweigend zu wann immer sie auf dieses Thema kamen. Aber weder er noch sein Vater würden je mit dem anderen übereinstimmen.
"Jack, hörst du nicht zu?"
"..Oh.. Tut mir leid, Mama. Was sagtest du?"
"Deine Schwester hat dich gefragt, wann wohl dein erster Tag an der Uni sein wird."
"Ja... Ich bin nicht ganz sicher, es gibt wohl eine Einführungswoche für die Neuen, glaube ich... Oh, bitte, hört auf damit!..."
Seine Schwestern kicherten vor sich hin. Manchmal waren sie noch wie kleine Kinder. Er hasste es unterbrochen zu werden, wenn er etwas zu erklären versuchte. Es war immer, als würde ihn hier niemand wirklich ernst nehmen. Warum hatten sie ihn überhaupt danach gefragt? Er mußte es kurz machen.
"...und ich denke, wir fangen dann in der Woche darauf an."
(Schwester) "Du mußt mir alles darüber erzählen, ja? Ich bin schon so neugierig."
(Vater) "Da ist doch nichts Besonderes dabei! Er geht doch nur zur Schule. Wie du auch."
"Natürlich, nur dass die Gebäude viel höher sind..." murmelte sie während ihre Augen an die Decke rollten.
(Vater) "Sei nicht so frech zu mir!"
(Mutter) "Oh, NOCH-EIN-FEHLENDER-NAME, sie will dich doch nur provozieren, das weißt du doch. Kannst du nicht ein wenig fröhlicher sein, nur heute Abend. Dein Sohn zieht in die große Stadt und er wird dort studieren. Du solltest dich für ihn freuen."
"I würde mich mehr freuen, wenn er hier bei uns bliebe. Es gibt nichts in der Stadt, dass er nicht auch hier lernen könnte. Es gibt dort nichts für ihn zu tun während hier reichlich Arbeit liegenbleibt." Dann erhob er sich von seinem Stuhl und ging in die Küche.
"Mach' dir um ihn keine Gedanken, er meint das natürlich nicht so." Jack wußte, dass er es so meinte. Er war den Streit darum müde aber er wußte es. Aber bald würde das für ihn keine Rolle mehr spiele. Zumindest hoffte er das.
Nachdem sie mit dem Essen fertig waren half Jack dabei, das Geschirr in den Geschirrspüler zu räumen. Es war nicht eines dieser modernen Modelle, die ohne die Hilfe von Wasser und Seife das Geschirr reinigte mit Ultraschall. Nein, hier hatten sie noch eine antiken Geschirrspüler der literweise heißes Wasser auf das Geschirr schleuderte und dem Dreck mit irgendwelchen Chemikalien zu Leibe rückte.
Jack wußte, dass die Küche in dem Haus in das er ziehen würde, mit modernen Maschinen eingerichtet war. Massenhaft technischer Schnickschnack, den sein Vater niemals auch nur anfassen würde. Er würde sich die Küche natürlich teilen müssen, wahrscheinlich mit drei oder vier anderen Studenten, die in separaten Zimmern lebten. Er stellte sich vor, dass das Leben nicht viel anders sein würde, als hier bei seiner Familie. Er wußte noch nicht, wie falsch er damit lag.
Jetzt stand er draußen auf der Veranda und schaute in die Sterne. Er fragte sich, ob sie wohl anders aussehen würden in der Stadt. Zumindest mußte er ihnen dann etwas näher sein, denn der Ort wo er leben würden schwebte mehr als 800 Meter über dem Boden.
"Hey Junge, was machst du denn hier draußen?"
Sein Vater kam hinter dem Haus hervor, einen Stapel Bücher unter dem Arm.
"Nichts besonders, ich schaue nur so."
Er stellte die Bücher auf dem Tsich ab und blieb dann stehen, ebenfalls in den Himmel schauend. Sie hatten schon so oft dort gestanden. Plötzlich fühlte Jack, dass er das irgendwie vermissen würde.
"Mein Junge, ich habe hier etwas für dich."
Er nahm ein Buch oben vom Stapel weg.
"Siehst du, ich kenne den Ort an den du gehst. Sehr gut sogar. Du weißt, dass wir von dort gekommen sind und du kennst auch die Gründe, warum wir die Stadt verlassen haben..."
"...und hierher gekommen sind. Ja, ich weiß bescheid. Aber meine Entscheidung ist gefallen, ich werde nicht hier bleiben. Ich möchte gehen und du wirst mich nicht davon abhalten."
Jetzt sahen sie sich direkt in die Augen. Wie schon viele Male zuvor. Aber dieses Mal schien etwas anders zu sein. Jack sah etwas in den Augen seines Vater, dass vorher noch nie dagewesen war. Etwas, dass er noch nie zuvor während eines Streits oder einer Diskussion wahrgenommen hatte. Es war etwas vollkommen Neues.
"Ja, das weiß ich." Er fühlte, dass es das Richtige war. Er wußte es. Sein Vater wußte es. Er hatte zum ersten Mal in seinem Leben recht und sein Vater stimmte ihm zu.
"Ich weiß, dass ich dich hier nicht halten kann, das wußte ich immer obwohl ich gehofft hatte, es irgendwie vermeiden zu können. Aber offenbar kann ich es nicht. Du mußt deinen eigenen Weg gehen. Es gibt nichts mehr, was ich die beibringen kann. Das werden nun andere tun. Du wirst vom Leben lernen. Aber dieses Buch hier soll dich an die wichtigste Sache erinnern, die ich in meinem Leben gelernt habe."
Er gab ihm das Buch. Der Titel war "Hackers".
"Was ist das? Das habe ich noch nie zuvor gesehen."
"Es handelt von einer Gruppe von Menschen, die für über einhundert Jahre bekannt dafür waren die Freiheit von Informationen zu erhalten. Es wird beschrieben, wie diese Gruppe am Ende des letzten Jahrtausends entstanden ist, als langsam klar wurde, dass das wertvollste Gut der Menschen die pure Information sein würde. Du kennst das Netz wahrscheinlich besser als ich. Sie waren verantwortlich für die Wurzeln dieses weltweiten Computernetzwerks. Sie halfen es aufzubauen und waren die ersten die es benutzten. Ich denke, du wirst das mehr als interessant finden. Denke daran mein Junge, die Information ist immer nur so vertrauenswürdig, wie ihre Quelle!"
Er drehte sich zu den anderen Büchern um.
"Ich hoffe, du findest, was du suchst. Ich weiß, du hast den Verstand und den Willen."
Jack stand ein wenig ratlos da, aber er fühlte, dass sein Vater dabei war, ihn zu verabschieden.
"Danke, Dad."
Jacks Vater drehte sich wieder zu ihm und Jack konnte plötzlich eine winzige Träne in seinem linke Aufe sehen, sie war fast unsichtbar. Nie zuvor hatte er ihn Weinen gesehen. Dann umarmten sich die beiden Männer.
"Ich bin stolz auf dich."
Auf diese Worte hatte Jack so lange gewartet. Nun, da er sie endlich gehört hatte, wußte er, dass die Zeit zu Gehen gekommen war. Er hatte alles, was er brauchte. Er hatte hier an diesem Ort alles erledigt was erledigt werden mußte. Es war endlich Zeit weiter zu ziehen.
Am nächsten Morgen nach dem Frühstück und nachdem Jacks Gepäck angeholt worden war, verabschiedete er sich von seinem Vater, seiner Muter, seinen Schwestern und Brüdern. Es waren auch ein paar der Nachbarn da, seine ehemalige Lehrerin Frau Rutherford und andere. Er umarmete jeden einzelnen und sie alle hatten sowohl gute Wüschen und Ratschläge als auch nützlich und semi-nützliche Geschenke für ihn. Die Zeremonie schien Stunden zu dauern. Dann stieg er in das HoverCar, dass ihn zum Bahnhof bringen sollte.
Man konnte den MagnoZug schon von weitem sehen. Er war nicht besonders lang, vielleicht 30 Meter miot vier Stockwerken auf jedem Waggon. Er schwebte schon über dem Boden, also würde es jedne Moment losgehen. Jack kam fast zu spät, aber er beeilte sich, dann es wäre für die nächsten paar Tage der einzige Zug hinauf in die Stadt gewesen.
Als er endlich an seinem Platz saß, kam Jack der Gedanke, dass er wohl nicht so bald zurückkommen würde. Aber der Ort an den er nun ging, würde wahrscheinlich seine Zeit brauchen, um richtig entdeckt zu werden. Es fühlte sich nicht so an, als würde er etwas zurücklassen. Es war eher so, dass er hinter etwas her reiste, dass schon längst weitergezogen war.
Das Abenteuer begann...
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Das war natürlich gelogen und sie wußte wohl das auch aber alle anderen sahen aus als wären sie mit der Antwort zufrieden. Zufrieden sollte er eigentlich auch sein, denn immerhin sollten seine wildesten Träume war werden. Er würde zurückkehren in die Stadt. Das Leben dort hatte er immer vermisst, er hatte die Stadt immer mehr gemocht als sein Zuhause. Er würde endlich neue Leute kennenlernen und nicht nur die freundlichen aber auch schrecklich vertrauten Gesichter um sich haben, die er hier in den letzten 14 Jahren kennengelernt hatte. Schon seit dem Tag an dem sie die Stadt verlassen hatten und auf diesen Hof zogen, den Dad gekauft hatte, wollte er dorthin zurückkehren wo das Leben wie ein kräftiger Fluß durch die Straßen floss. Hier hatte er nur einen sehr schmalen Strom vorgefunden, der gerade einmal zum Überleben gereicht hat. Warum versuchte er nun also, sich diese Gesichter zu merken? Er hatte sie so lange gesehen, es war höchst unwahrscheinlich, dass er sie je vergessen würde. Nein, würde er niemals.
Of course that was a lie and she knew it but everybody else looked satisfied by the answer. Actually he should be satisfied as well since his wildest dreams were about to become true. He would be moving to the city that he had always loved more than his home. He would be able to finally meet other people and not only all those nice but terribly familiar faces he got to know over the last 13 (??) years. Ever since they left the city to move to this farm Dad had bought he wanted to go back where the life flew through the streets like a thick strong river. Here he had only found a very small stream barely enough to keep him alive. So why was he actually trying to remember those faces? He had seen them for so long, it was unlikely that he would ever forget what they looked like. No, he never ever would.
"Brother, when are you going to have your first courses?"
--FILL-IN-NAME-- his oldest sister. She was about to finish high school but she didn't really know what to do afterwards. Jack knew that she somehow looked up to him and chances were she would follow his example once he told her what it was like to study in the city. Dad of course would like to see her stay with them and work on the farm. Maybe he even thought that she would marry one of the neighbour sons and that he could get some land or join forces with another farmer. That was a very old habit and very outdated though but his father obviously liked all those ancient habits since that was the initial idea when buying this farm for them. He wanted to get them out of the speed that dominated this world and into a kind of static vacuum where everything stayed the same for at least some time and where changes could be controlled and adjusted in some way. He couldn't keep with the pace and he was always insisting that things always took their time to be done right. He was still reading old fashioned books that were really hard to get nowadays since all informations ever collected were accessible around the clock through the networks. They did have a terminal but it was almost 10 years old and was not used very often. And certainly not by Dad. He would rather go and get the information from the old library instead of just searching the www. Jack used it very often. It had all the information one could ever need. Sometimes when Dad saw him sitting in front of the screen he said:
"Jack, whatever you read on this screen: You should go and get a book that approves the information."
"But Dad, what else should a book tell me, it's all in here! They're so old, their informations are probably outdated by now."
Dad shook his head. "Son, nothing inside this box is for real. You make it real by believing it but inside the computer it's just a bunch of zeros and ones. No more. Real information is only to be found through real people. Add that is why we need books. Do you understand?"
Jack could have continued the discussion and sometimes he kept insisting and did just that. But in the end he understood that he would never be able to change his mind. It was futile to keep trying and so he decided to agree whenever they came across that subject. But he just like his father would never really agree to that.
"Jack, don't you listen?"
"..Oh... I'm sorry, Mum. What did you say?"
"Your Sister asked you, when you're first day at college will be."
"Yes... I'm not really sure, there's one week of introduction for freshmen I think...Oh, stop that!..."
His sisters had started to giggle. Sometimes they were just like little children. He hated to be interrupted like that when explaining something. It was like they didn't take him serious at all. Why had they asked them in the first place? He decided to make it short.
"...and I guess we'll start the week after."
(sister) "You have to tell me everything about it, do you? I'm so curious."
(father) "There's nothing special about it! He's just going to school. Like you do."
"Of course, just that the buildings are much bigger..." she mumbled while rolling her eyes over to the ceiling.
(father) "Don't talk to me like that!"
(mother) "Oh, FILL-IN-NAME, she's just teasing you, you know that. Can't you cheer up just for this evening. Your son is going to the big city and he's going to study. You should be happy for him my dear."
"I would be happier if he'd stay with us. There's nothing in this city he couldn't learn here. There's nothing for him to do there while there's plenty of work here." Then he rose from his chair and went to the kitchen.
"Don't mind him Jack, he doesn't really mean it." Jack knew that he did. He was tired to argue about it but he knew it. But soon that would no longer be of his concern. At least he hoped so.
After they finished dinner, Jack helped to put the dishes into the dishwasher. None of the recent models of course which cleaned without the use of any water or soap just by Ultrasonic Waves. No, they were still using the most ancient dishwasher wish threw liters of hot water onto the dishes and used chemicals to get rid of the dirt.
Jack knew that the kitchen in the house he was moving to was equipped with one of the ultrasonic models. And more technical stuff which his father would never touch in a hundred years. The kitchen was shared of course with probably 3 or 4 other students living in seperate rooms there. He imagined that it wouldn't be very different from living with his family once he got to know his housemates. He didn't know how wrong he would be about it.
Now he was standing outside on the veranda and he looked onto the stars. He wondered whether they would look different in the city. At least, he would be nearer to them since the place where he would live was hovering at about 800 m above the ground.
"Hey boy, what do you do outside here."
His father came from behind the house, carrying a bunch books.
"Nothing. Just looking."
He put the pile of books down on the table and then remained there looking at the sky. They had stood there so many times before. Suddenly Jack felt that he would probably miss that.
"My Boy, I have something to give you."
He took a book from the top of the pile.
"See, I know that place you're going to. I know it very well indeed. You know that we came from there and you know the reasons why we left..."
"..and came here. Yes, I know about it. But my decision is clear, I won't stay here. I want to go and you can't stop me."
Now they were looking in each others eyes. Like many times before. But this time seemed a bit different. Jack recognized something that had not been there before. Something that he never experienced during any of their former fights or discussions. He felt something entirely knew.
"Yes, I know." He felt, that he was right. He knew it. His father knew it. He was right for the first time and his father agreed.
"I know I can't hold you, I always knew although I hoped I could do something about it. Obviously I can't. You must go your own way. I have nothing left to teach you. Now you must learn from others. Learn from life. But this book here should remind you of the most important fact I have learned in my life."
He handed him the book. It was called "Hackers".
"What's that? I've never seen this before."
"It's a book about a group of people that has been known for over a hundred years to preserve the freedom of information. It actually describes how these group came to life near the end of the last millenium when it turned out that the most precious good among humans was the pure information. You know the networks probably better than I do. They were responsible for the roots of these world wide web of computer networks. They helped to grow them and they were the first to use them. I think you'll find this more than interesting. Remember my boy, information is only as trustworthy as it's source!"
He turned back to the pile.
"I hope you will find what you're looking for. I know you have all the brains and the will."
Jack stood there somehow puzzled but he felt, that his father was trying to say goodbye.
"Thank you dad..."
Jack's father turned his head to him and Jack could see suddenly see that there was a tiny tear in his left eye, nearly invisible. He had never seen that before. Then the two men embraced each other.
"I'm so proud of you."
These were the words Jack had been waiting to hear for so long. Now that he had finally heard them he knew that the time had come to leave. He had everything he needed. He had done anything that there was to do at this place. It was finally time to move on.
The next morning after breakfast after Jack's luggage was collected he said goodbye to his father, to his mother, his sisters and brothers. There were even some neighbours, his former teacher Mrs. Rutherford and many more. He embraced each and everyone and they all had some good wishes or advise for him along with tons of useful and semi-usefull gifts. The ceremony seemed to last for hours. Then he got aboard the hover car that would bring him to the station.
You could see the MagnoTrain from far away. It was not very long, probably about 30 meters with four floors on each of the wagons. It was already hovering above the ground so it would leave very soon. Jack was almost late but he had to catch this train since it was the only train up to the city for the next two days.
When he finally got into his seat Jack realised that he would probably not be coming back very soon. But the place he was now going to would probably need a lot of time to be dicovered. He felt that he was not actually leaving something behind. It was more like going after something that had already moved on. The adventure begun...
Edited on 2006-12-05 23:54:40 by YodaHome
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"Jack, komm' doch rein. Das Essen ist fertig!"
Er schaute ihnen allen zu, während sie aßen. Einem nach dem anderen blickte er ihnen in die Gesichter um sie sich genau einzuprägen. Wenn jemand lachte schaut er sich schnell diese Person an, um das sich später an das glückliche Gesicht erinnern zu können. Er achtete nicht auf das was gesagt wurde. Es wurde immer viel geredet während des Essens und das war sicher eines der Rituale, die er am meisten vermissen würde.
Es war ihm gerade erst klargeworden, dass er im Begriff war sie zu verlassen. Irgendwie war es ihm gelungen diese Tatsache bis jetzt zu verdrängen und es traf ihn wie ein Blitz: Er würde in wenigen Stunden fort sein und alle Personen an diesem Tisch für eine lange Zeit nicht mehr sehen. Also fuhr er fort sich alle Gesichter zu merken und saß einfach ruhig und nachdenklich da während alle anderen wie üblich unterhielten.
"Jack? Ist alles in Ordnung?"
"Oh, es ist nichts Mutti. Mir ist nur gerade 'was eingefallen, was ich noch erledigen muß."
Das war natürlich gelogen und sie wußte wohl das auch aber alle anderen sahen aus als wären sie mit der Antwort zufrieden. Zufrieden sollte er eigentlich auch sein, denn immerhin sollten seine wildesten Träume war werden. Er würde zurückkehren in die Stadt. Das Leben dort hatte er immer vermisst, er hatte die Stadt immer mehr gemocht als sein Zuhause. Er würde endlich neue Leute kennenlernen und nicht nur die freundlichen aber auch schrecklich vertrauten Gesichter um sich haben, die er hier in den letzten 14 Jahren kennengelernt hatte. Schon seit dem Tag an dem sie die Stadt verlassen hatten und auf diesen Hof zogen, den Dad gekauft hatte, wollte er dorthin zurückkehren wo das Leben wie ein kräftiger Fluß durch die Straßen floss. Hier hatte er nur einen sehr schmalen Strom vorgefunden, der gerade einmal zum Überleben gereicht hat. Warum versuchte er nun also, sich diese Gesichter zu merken? Er hatte sie so lange gesehen, es war höchst unwahrscheinlich, dass er sie je vergessen würde. Nein, würde er niemals.
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"Jack, come on in. Dinner is ready!"
He looked at all of them while they were eating. One at a time he inspected their faces for special marks that he could remember. If somebody laughed he quickly looked at that person to get the happy impression on their faces that he could remember. He was actually not really paying attention to what was spoken. They always talked during dinner which was in fact a ritual he would probably miss very much. He suddenly had realised that he was about to leave them. Somehow he had managed to suppress this thought until now and so it struck him like lightning when he came to think that he would actually be gone in just a few hours and that he would probably not see anyone sitting around this table for a very long time. So he continued to remember all their faces and quietly sat there while it seemed that everybody else acted like usual.
"Jack? What are you looking at?"
"Oh, it's nothing Mom. Just remembered something I have to do before I leave."
Edited on 2006-12-05 16:54:29 by YodaHome [translation first part]
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Es war ein herrlicher Tag auf der Farm. Bedeutet: Kein Regen, kein Sturm, keine chemische Instabilität. Es war ziemlich schwierig der verschiedenen Variablen Herr zu werden, die, sobald sie auf den falschen Wert gesetzt wurden, einfach jede einzelne Pflanze auf den Feldern vernichten würden. Mit einem Schlag. Nicht jeder konnte sich diese abgetrennten Feldeinheiten leisten mit dem exakt abgestimmten Humus, der es ermöglichte, jegliche Art von Pflanze dort auszusäen, die man sich denken konnte. Jacks Familie war nicht arm, bei weitem nicht. Sie hatten ihre eigene kleine Farm, fernab der großen Stadt und sie produzierten großartige natürliche Lebensmittel, hauptsächlich Obst und Gemüse. Sie hielten sich allerdings sogar einige Tiere, ein paar Kühe und ein Schwein. Das konnten sich in der Tat nicht alle Bauern hier leisten. Eigentlich nur sehr wenige, denn es gab ja von vornherein nicht mehr sehr viele in der Gegend.
Nein, arm waren sie sicher nicht, aber die Hingabe, mit der Jacks Familie diesen Betrieb betrieb hatte sie in der Vergangenheit viel gekostet, besonders in den letzten Jahren, in denen die Verschmutzung immer näher und näher kam. Bis jetzt hatten sie sich ganz gut geschlagen aber es war schon einige Male sehr knapp gewesen.
Wie auch immer, natürlich-gewachsenes Essen war ein rares Gut in diesen Zeiten und man konnte ein ganzes Haus von dem Erlöß kaufen, den einem zwei oder drei Apfelbäume einbrachten. Nur wo dieses Haus aufbauen?
Land war eben so schwer zu finden und wer welches besaß - also unverschmutzt und unverstrahlt versteht sich - der verkaufte es sicher nicht.
Jack hatte nicht immer hier gelebt. Sie waren aus der Stadt hierher gezogen als er 5 oder 6 alt gewesen war. Und obwohl er sich kaum erinnern konnte: Er vermisste die Stadt irgendwie. Alle anderen hier liebten das Leben fernab von der Geschwindigkeit, dem Schmutz, der Dichte, dem Schmelztiegel der Kulturen und allem anderen, dem man in der Stadt ausgesetzt war. Und diese riesigen Metropolen wuchsen und wuchsen immer weiter.
Wenn man Land besaß, dass zerstört oder verschmutzt und damit unbewohnbar geworden war, dann konnte man es an eine der großen Gesellschaften verkaufen und bekam dafür einen Job und ein neues Leben in einer ihrer großen Städte. Natürlich konnte sie mit dem Land nicht wirklich etwas anfangen. Sie interessierten sich allerhöchstens für die Luft darüber. In vielen Fällen war die zwar auch verschmutzt aber wenn man weiter nach oben ging und weiter und weiter... kam man irgendwann in eine Höhe, in der die Luft annehmbar war. Das war der Ort, an dem die neuen Städte aufgebaut wurden. Hoch in der Luft, wo die Luft noch zu Atmen war.
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It was beautiful day at the farm. Which meant: No rain, no storm, no chemical instability. It was hard to keep track of the many variables that when set to a wrong value could easily destroy every single plant on the fields. Not everybody was able to buy a seperated field bowl with pre-designed humus that has exactly the right properties to grow whatever plant you planned to seed there. Jack's family was not really poor, they had their own farm outside the city and they produced great natural vegetables and fruits. They even had some animals, cows and a pig, which really only a few farmers could afford. Very few actually since there only were a few farmers in the first place.
No, they were not poor, but the dedication which Jack's family put into their farm had cost them a lot during those last years when the pollution came nearer and nearer. By now they had managed it pretty well but it had been a near thing.
However, natural grown food was a rare good and you could buy a whole house from what you could earn with only the fruits from two or three apple trees. But where should you place that house? Land was rare and who owned some - especially when the place was not polluted - would never ever sell it.
Jack had not lived here for all his life actually. They moved away from the city when he was six or seven years old. Somehow he missed the city. Everybody here loved the life apart from the speed, the dirt, the density and the mixture of cultures that took place in the cities, now that they grew further and further. If you had owned land that was destroyed or polluted you could sell this land to one of the big companies and they would offer you a job and a new life in own of there growing cities. Of course the land could not be used by them but what was acutally of interest to the companies was the air above the land. Well, most of the time the air was polluted as well but if you kept going up and up and up you would somehow find a point where it would be fine to stay.
This is where they decided to build the new cities. Up in the air, where it was still clean.
Edited on 2006-07-02 11:27:46 by YodaHome
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After they finished dinner, Jack helped to put the dishes into the dishwasher. None of the recent models of course which cleaned without the use of any water or soap just by Ultrasonic Waves. No, they were still using the most ancient dishwasher wish threw liters of hot water onto the dishes and used chemicals to get rid of the dirt.
"See, I know that place you're going to. I know it very well indeed. You know that we came from there and you know the reasons why we left..."
"I know I can't hold you, I always knew although I hoped I could do something about it. Obviously I can't. You must go your own way. I have nothing left to teach you. Now you must learn from others. Learn from life. But this book here should remind you of the most important fact I have learned in my life."
"It's a book about a group of people that has been known for over a hundred years to preserve the freedom of information. It actually describes how these group came to life near the end of the last millenium when it turned out that the most precious good among humans was the pure information. You know the networks probably better than I do. They were responsible for the roots of these world wide web of computer networks. They helped to grow them and they were the first to use them. I think you'll find this more than interesting. Remember my boy, information is only as trustworthy as it's source!"
The next morning after breakfast after Jack's luggage was collected he said goodbye to his father, to his mother, his sisters and brothers. There were even some neighbours, his former teacher Mrs. Rutherford and many more. He embraced each and everyone and they all had some good wishes or advise for him along with tons of useful and semi-usefull gifts. The ceremony seemed to last for hours. Then he got aboard the hover car that would bring him to the station.
You could see the MagnoTrain from far away. It was not very long, probably about 30 meters with four floors on each of the wagons. It was already hovering above the ground so it would leave very soon. Jack was almost late but he had to catch this train since it was the only train up to the city for the next two days.
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After they finished dinner, Jack helped to put the dishes into the dishwasher. None of the recent models of course which cleaned with any water or soap just by Ultrasonic Waves. No, they were still using the most ancient dishwasher wish threw liters of hot water onto the dishes and used chemicals to get rid of the dirt.
"See, I know that place you're going to. I know it very well indeed. You know, we came from there and you know the reasons why we left..."
"I know I can't hold you, I always knew although I hoped I could do something about it. Obviously I can't. You must go your own way. I have nothing left to teach you. Now you must learn from others. But this should remind you of the most important fact I have learned in my life."
"It's a book about a group that has been known for over a hundred years to preserve the freedom of information. It actually describes how these group came to life near the end of the last millenium when it turned out that the most precious good among humans was the pure information. You know the networks probably better than I do. They were responsible for the roots of these world wide web of computer networks. They helped to grow them and they were the first to use them. I think you'll find this more than interesting. Remember my boy, information is only as trustworthy as it's source!"
The next morning after breakfast after Jack's luggage was collected he said goodbye to his father, to his mother, his sisters and brothers. There were even some neighbours, his former teacher Mrs. FILL-IN-NAME and many more. Then he got aboard the hover car that would bring him to the station.
You could see the MagnoTrain from far away. It was not very long probably about 30 meters with four floors on each of the wagons. It was already hovering above the ground so it would leave very soon. Jack was almost late but he had to catch this train since it was the only train up to the city for the next two days.
Edited on 2006-07-02 11:12:31 by YodaHome
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However, natural grown food was a rare good and you could buy a whole house from what you could earn with only the fruits from two or three apple trees. But where should you place that house? Land was rare and who owned some - especially when the place was not polluted - would never ever sell it.
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However, natural grown food was a rare good and you could buy a whole house from what you could earn with only the fruits from two or three apple trees. But where should you place that house? Land was rare and who owned some - especially when the earth was not polluted - would never ever sell it.
Edited on 2006-06-21 00:28:01 by YodaHome
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"What's that? I've never seen this before." "It's a book about a group that has been known for over a hundred years to preserve the freedom of information. It actually describes how these group came to life near the end of the last millenium when it turned out that the most precious good among humans was the pure information. You know the networks probably better than I do. They were responsible for the roots of these world wide web of computer networks. They helped to grow them and they were the first to use them. I think you'll find this more than interesting. Remember my boy, information is only as trustworthy as it's source!"
He turned back to the pile.
"I hope you will find what you're looking for. I know you have all the brains and the will."
Jack stood there somehow puzzled but he felt, that his father was trying to say goodbye.
"Thank you dad..."
Jack's father turned his head to him and Jack could see suddenly see that there was a tiny tear in his left eye, nearly invisible. He had never seen that before. Then the two men embraced each other.
"I'm so proud of you."
These were the words Jack had been waiting to hear for so long. Now that he had finally heard them he knew that the time had come to leave. He had everything he needed. He had done anything that there was to do at this place. It was finally time to move on.
The next morning after breakfast after Jack's luggage was collected he said goodbye to his father, to his mother, his sisters and brothers. There were even some neighbours, his former teacher Mrs. FILL-IN-NAME and many more. Then he got aboard the hover car that would bring him to the station.
You could see the MagnoTrain from far away. It was not very long probably about 30 meters with four floors on each of the wagons. It was already hovering above the ground so it would leave very soon. Jack was almost late but he had to catch this train since it was the only train up to the city for the next two days.
When he finally got into his seat Jack realised that he would probably not be coming back very soon. But the place he was now going to would probably need a lot of time to be dicovered. He felt that he was not actually leaving something behind. It was more like going after something that had already moved on. The adventure begun...
Edited on 2006-06-20 23:57:12 by YodaHome
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--FILL-IN-NAME-- his oldest sister. She was about to finish high school but she didn't really know what to do afterwards. Jack knew that she somehow looked up to him and chances were she would follow his example once he told her what it was like to study in the city. Dad of course would like to see her stay with them and work on the farm. Maybe he even thought that she would marry one of the neighbour sons and that he could get some land or join forces with another farmer. That was a very old habit and very outdated though but his father obviously liked all those ancient habits since that was the initial idea when buying this farm for them. He wanted to get them out of the speed that dominated this world and into a kind of static vacuum where everything stayed the same for at least some time and where changes could be controlled and adjusted in some way. He couldn't keep with the pace and he was always insisting that things always took their time to be done right. He was still reading old fashioned books that were really hard to get nowadays since all informations ever collected were accessible around the clock through the networks. They did have a terminal but it was almost 10 years old and was not used very often. And certainly not by Dad. He would rather go and get the information from the old library instead of just searching the www. Jack used it very often. It had all the information one could ever need. Sometimes when Dad saw him sitting in front of the screen he said:
"Jack, whatever you read on this screen: You should go and get a book that approves the information."
"Jack?"
....
"Jack, don't you listen?"
"..Oh... I'm sorry, Mum. What did you say?"
"Your Sister asked you, when you're first day at college will be."
"Yes... I'm not really sure, there's one week of introduction for freshmen I think...Oh, stop that!..."
His sisters had started to giggle. Sometimes they were just like little children. He hated to be interrupted like that when explaining something. It was like they didn't take him serious at all. Why had they asked them in the first place? He decided to make it short.
"...and I guess we'll start the week after."
(sister) "You have to tell me everything about it, do you? I'm so curious."
(father) "There's nothing special about it! He's just going to school. Like you do."
"Of course, just that the buildings are much bigger..." she mumbled while rolling her eyes over to the ceiling.
(father) "Don't talk to me like that!"
(mother) "Oh, FILL-IN-NAME, she's just teasing you, you know that. Can't you cheer up just for this evening. Your son is going to the big city and he's going to study. You should be happy for him my dear."
"I would be happier if he'd stay with us. There's nothing in this city he couldn't learn here. There's nothing for him to do there while there's plenty of work here." Then he rose from his chair and went to the kitchen.
"Don't mind him Jack, he doesn't really mean it." Jack knew that he did. He was tired to argue about it but he knew it. But soon that would no longer be of his concern. At least he hoped so.
After they finished dinner, Jack helped to put the dishes into the dishwasher. None of the recent models of course which cleaned with any water or soap just by Ultrasonic Waves. No, they were still using the most ancient dishwasher wish threw liters of hot water onto the dishes and used chemicals to get rid of the dirt.
Jack knew that the kitchen in the house he was moving to was equipped with one of the ultrasonic models. And more technical stuff which his father would never touch in a hundred years. The kitchen was shared of course with probably 3 or 4 other students living in seperate rooms there. He imagined that it wouldn't be very different from living with his family once he got to know his housemates. He didn't know how wrong he would be about it.
Now he was standing outside on the veranda and he looked onto the stars. He wondered whether they would look different in the city. At least, he would be nearer to them since the place where he would live was hovering at about 800 m above the ground.
"Hey boy, what do you do outside here."
His father came from behind the house, carrying a bunch books.
"Nothing. Just looking."
He put the pile of books down on the table and then remained there looking at the sky. They had stood there so many times before. Suddenly Jack felt that he would probably miss that.
"My Boy, I have something to give you."
He took a book from the top of the pile.
"See, I know that place you're going to. I know it very well indeed. You know, we came from there and you know the reasons why we left..."
"..and came here. Yes, I know about it. But my decision is clear, I won't stay here. I want to go and you can't stop me."
Now they were looking in each others eyes. Like many times before. But this time seemed a bit different. Jack recognized something that had not been there before. Something that he never experienced during any of their former fights or discussions. He felt something entirely knew.
"Yes, I know." He felt, that he was right. He knew it. His father knew it. He was right for the first time and his father agreed.
"I know I can't hold you, I always knew although I hoped I could do something about it. Obviously I can't. You must go your own way. I have nothing left to teach you. Now you must learn from others. But this should remind you of the most important fact I have learned in my life."
He handed him the book. It was called "Hackers".
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--FILL-IN-NAME-- his oldest sister. She was about to finish high school but she didn't really know what to do afterwards. Jack knew he was kind of an looked up to him and chances are she would follow his example once he told her what it was like to study in the city. Dad of course would like to see her stay with them and work on the farm. Maybe he even thought that she would marry one of the neighbour sons and that he could get some land or join forces with another farmer. That was a very old habit and very outdated though but his father obviously liked all those ancient habits since that was the initial idea when buying this farm for them. He wanted to get them out of the speed that dominated this world and into a kind of static vacuum where everything stayed the same for at least some time and where changes could be controlled and adjusted in some way. He couldn't keep with the pace and he was always insisting that things always took their time to be done right. He was still reading old fashioned books that were really hard to get nowadays since all informations ever collected were accessible around the clock through the networks. They did habe a terminal but it was almost 10 years old and was not used very often. And certainly not by Dad. He would rather go and get the information from the old library instead of just searching the www. Jack used it very often. It had all the information one could ever need. Sometimes when Dad saw him sitting in front of the screen he said:
"Jack, whatever you read there you should go and get a book that approves the information."
tbc
Edited on 2006-06-20 22:59:43 by YodaHome
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Edited on 2006-04-03 10:51:19 by YodaHome
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"Brother, when are you going to have your first courses?"
--FILL-IN-NAME-- his oldest sister. She was about to finish high school but she didn't really know what to do afterwards. Jack knew he was kind of an looked up to him and chances are she would follow his example once he told her what it was like to study in the city. Dad of course would like to see her stay with them and work on the farm. Maybe he even thought that she would marry one of the neighbour sons and that he could get some land or join forces with another farmer. That was a very old habit and very outdated though but his father obviously liked all those ancient habits since that was the initial idea when buying this farm for them. He wanted to get them out of the speed that dominated this world and into a kind of static vacuum where everything stayed the same for at least some time and where changes could be controlled and adjusted in some way. He couldn't keep with the pace and he was always insisting that things always took their time to be done right. He was still reading old fashioned books that were really hard to get nowadays since all informations ever collected were accessible around the clock through the networks. They did habe a terminal but it was almost 10 years old and was not used very often. And certainly not by Dad. He would rather go and get the information from the old library instead of just searching the www. Jack used it very often. It had all the information one could ever need. Sometimes when Dad saw him sitting in front of the screen he said:
Jack could have continued the discussion and sometimes he kept insisting and did just that. But in the end he understood that he would never be able to change his mind. It was futile to keep trying and so he decided to agree whenever they came across that subject. But he just like his father would never really agree to that.
tbc
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"Brother, when are you going to have your first courses?" --FILL-IN-NAME-- his oldest sister. She was about to finish high school but she didn't really know what to do afterwards. Jack knew he was kind of an looked up to him and chances are she would follow his example once he told her what it was like to study in the city. Dad of course would like to see her stay with them and work on the farm. Maybe he even thought that she would marry one of the neighbour sons and that he could get some land or join forces with another farmer. That was a very old habit and very outdated though but his father obviously liked all those ancient habits since that was the initial idea when buying this farm for them. He wanted to get them out of the speed that dominated this world and into a kind of static vacuum where everything stayed the same for at least some time and where changes could be controlled and adjusted in some way. He couldn't keep with the pace and he was always insisting that things always took their time to be done right. He was still reading old fashioned books that were really hard to get nowadays since all informations ever collected were accessible around the clock through the networks. They did habe a terminal but it was almost 10 years old and was not used very often. And certainly not by Dad. He would rather go and get the information from the old library instead of just searching the www. Jack used it very often. It had all the information one could ever need. Sometimes when Dad saw him sitting in front of the screen he said:
Jack could have continued the discussion and sometimes he kept insisting and did just that. But in the end he understood that he would never be able to change his mind. It was futile to keep trying and so he decided to agree whenever they came across that subject. But he just like his father would never really agree that.
Edited on 2006-03-27 03:13:41 by YodaHome
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He looked at all of them while they were eating. One at a time he inspected their faces for special marks that he could remember. If somebody laughed he quickly looked at that person to get the happy impression on their faces that he could remember. He was actually not really paying attention to what was spoken. They always talked during dinner which was in fact a ritual he would probably miss very much. He suddenly had realised that he was about to leave them. Somehow he had managed to suppress this thought until now and so it struck him like lightning when he came to think that he would actually be gone in just a few hours and that he would probably not see anyone sitting around this table for a very long time. So he continued to remember all their faces and quietly sat there while it seemed that everybody else acted like usual.
"Jack? What are you looking at?"
"Oh, it's nothing Mom. Just remembered something I have to do before I leave."
Of course that was a lie and she knew it but everybody else looked satisfied by the answer. Actually he should be satisfied as well since his wildest dreams were about to become true. He would be moving to the city that he had always loved more than his home. He would be able to finally meet other people and not only all those nice but terribly familiar faces he got to know over the last 13 (??) years. Ever since they left the city to move to this farm Dad had bought he wanted to go back where the life flew through the streets like a thick strong river. Here he had only found a very small stream barely enough to keep him alive. So why was he actually trying to remember those faces? He had seen them for so long, it was unlikely that he would ever forget what they looked like. No, he never ever would.
"Brother, when are you going to have your first courses?" --FILL-IN-NAME-- his oldest sister. She was about to finish high school but she didn't really know what to do afterwards. Jack knew he was kind of an looked up to him and chances are she would follow his example once he told her what it was like to study in the city. Dad of course would like to see her stay with them and work on the farm. Maybe he even thought that she would marry one of the neighbour sons and that he could get some land or join forces with another farmer. That was a very old habit and very outdated though but his father obviously liked all those ancient habits since that was the initial idea when buying this farm for them. He wanted to get them out of the speed that dominated this world and into a kind of static vacuum where everything stayed the same for at least some time and where changes could be controlled and adjusted in some way. He couldn't keep with the pace and he was always insisting that things always took their time to be done right. He was still reading old fashioned books that were really hard to get nowadays since all informations ever collected were accessible around the clock through the networks. They did habe a terminal but it was almost 10 years old and was not used very often. And certainly not by Dad. He would rather go and get the information from the old library instead of just searching the www. Jack used it very often. It had all the information one could ever need. Sometimes when Dad saw him sitting in front of the screen he said:
"Jack, whatever you read there you should go and get a book that approves the information."
"But Dad, what else should a book tell me, it's all in here! They're so old, their informations are probably outdated by now."
Dad shook his head. "Son, nothing inside this box is for real. You make it real by believing it but inside the computer it's just a bunch of zeros and ones. No more. Real information is only to be found through real people. Add that is why we need books. Do you understand?"
Jack could have continued the discussion and sometimes he kept insisting and did just that. But in the end he understood that he would never be able to change his mind. It was futile to keep trying and so he decided to agree whenever they came across that subject. But he just like his father would never really agree that.
Edited on 2006-03-24 00:39:49 by YodaHome
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This is where they decided to build the new cities. Up in the air, where it was still clean.
"Jack, come on in. Dinner is ready!"
Edited on 2006-03-24 00:34:20 by YodaHome
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It was beautiful day at the farm. Which meant: No rain, no storm, no chemical instability. It was hard to keep track of the many variables that when set to a wrong value could easily destroy every single plant on the fields. Not everybody was able to buy a seperated field bowl with pre-designed humus that has exactly the right properties to grow whatever plant you planned to seed there. Jack's family was not really poor, they had their own farm outside the city and they produced great natural vegetables and fruits. They even had some animals, cows and a pig, which really only a few farmers could afford. Very few actually since there only were a few farmers in the first place.
No, they were not poor, but the dedication which Jack's family put into their farm had cost them a lot during those last years when the pollution came nearer and nearer. By now they had managed it pretty well but it had been a near thing.
However, natural grown food was a rare good and you could buy a whole house from what you could earn with only the fruits from two or three apple trees. But where should you place that house? Land was rare and who owned some - especially when the earth was not polluted - would never ever sell it.
Jack had not lived here for all his life actually. They moved away from the city when he was six or seven years old. Somehow he missed the city. Everybody here loved the life apart from the speed, the dirt, the density and the mixture of cultures that took place in the cities, now that they grew further and further. If you had owned land that was destroyed or polluted you could sell this land to one of the big companies and they would offer you a job and a new life in own of there growing cities. Of course the land could not be used by them but what was acutally of interest to the companies was the air above the land. Well, most of the time the air was polluted as well but if you kept going up and up and up you would somehow find a point where it would be fine to stay.
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