1: Boiler Room

terminal 0

unfinished

// Decoding message from host "Hathor" @ mara.eng.public \\ My apologies. The Marathon has just undergone a magnetic pulse attack, as detailed in Leela's initial report. The Marathon's network was dysfunctional for a moment, and not only was I rudely interrupted but apparently my transporter rerouting command was lost as well, leaving the transporter aimed at some default destination. Why the sewage? Your guess is as good as mine. The transporter in which I was moving the program card was also reset and it too is also residing in the nearby waters. Thankfully we are still within engineering and the uplink in this area will be sufficient for our needs. Retrieve the card and place it in the nearby uplink. When you are done I will transport you directly via your Cybernetic Junction - I don't trust these jump pads any more. \\ Message ends //

terminal 1

unfinished

"An Ode to Bob" a parody of "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe

Deep into my pocket reaching Thinking of security breaching Dreaming dreams of life on Mars I lived 300 years before. Pulling out a spanker, goading With a missle I was loading Taking aim upon a slaver, god forsaken, ugly Pfhor.  Reading text from Durandal, peering A computer's face is sneering Who I am is all I'm hearing I wanted to pull the chord.  All've a sudden there came a tapping By a fist that's gently rapping, Rapping, tapping, tapping, rapping Loud upon my shuttle door. As I opened the large door I was greeted by a being Dumber than a cow, I swore.

Long it stood there, blocking passage Standing, staring, bearing message As it managed "Frog blast the vent core!" I'm a CYBORG, not a magician! What was this civilian's mission? Standing there in one position. Quoth the human, "Frog blast the vent core!" Bent on rage, unholy feeling. Shoot to kill, to fire when kneeling, No, a crouch is too much for the Bungie engine to endure. Croaked the green bob, "Frog blast the vent core!" A spanker missile to blow apart man How I wished to kill Doug Zartman To lose all heart and side with the decrepid Pfhor Pleaded Bob, "Frog blast the vent core!"

Now this phrase was mind corrupting And my mission interupting Fantasies of shooting Bob onto the wretched starship's floor. Quoth the target, "Frog blast the vent core!" As I lift my Zeus-Class, trembling Bob just went about his mumbling Along came an unsuspecting soldier of the legion Pfhor. Spoke the moron, "Blast the core!" Now I raised my Mega Pistol Tears in Bob's eyes, clear as crystal Glowing from the rod of Pfhor Quoth our victim, "Blast the core!" As a shot a hit collided With a bang was coincided The evil phrase is all we hear.... "OH MY GOD, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!!"

by Benjamin Wigler

<teleport to polygon 145>

success

"The Bob Not Spanken" a parody of "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost

All roads diverge and lead to Sol And sorry I could not splinter both And be a soldier, long I stood Deep in Lh'owon's undergrowth Then took the other, body hair And having perhaps the lower brain Because it was messy, the clothes it wear Though as for death a passing care Had SPNKed them really both the same

And both on the floor they lay Upon a warrior's spineless back. Oh, I kept the skull for another day! Yet knowing how they lead on to Sol, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: All roads, they lead to Sol, and I- I took the one the Pfhor was on, And then I jumped the Electro-fence.

by Benjamin Wigler

terminal 2

unfinished

<<< Message to All Marathon Terminals >>> Marathon Emergency Systems Broadcast Today at 0820 hours, the Marathon came under surprise attack from unknown hostile forces.  The Marathon has sustained serious damage. At 0830 hours, alien forces boarded the Marathon.  The current situation is dire.  All personnel are required to arm themselves and fight for their lives. <<< Posted 2794.7.3.14.08.39 >>>