ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÛÛß ÜÛÛßßÛßßÛ²ß Û² ²°his is the story of Billy , the innocent citizen of Sampaville. ²° °Û °Û ÛÛBilly was a 15-year old boy living i n Sampaville, a small city on ÜÜÛÜÜ ßa great smal l country on a distant land. Billy was a happy kid ÜÛÛßßßß°°²ÛÜÜß then, as he enjoyed all tha t life had to offer him. And he was ßßhappy. One day, Billy was walking of the very mountains of his very country when he found a strange thing. It looked like some kind of swamp thin g, something like a voomit, kinda black or kinda royal. Then he noticed that th is thing had some kind of quasar inside it. "Oh", talked the little Billy, "what strange thing is this?" "I am what I am", said the thing -- yes, it could talk! Billy, interested by the things the thingy could know, set do wn to listen to him. "I am that one that have never been born, I am that one that will never die. I am the one that people want dead, and I am the one that peopl e have liked someday, someway", said the thingy to a surprised Billy. "I can't understand", said Billy. "You say people liked you b ut people want you dead. Did you make some mistake or something?", asked Billy. "I have made no mistakes. I have modifyed myself to the diffi culties of time. I have expanded, I have got world-wide known, I have got binary , I have got monochrome. I was big, I was wide, I was tiny, I was fine." "Oh", said Billy, "You say 'I WAS'". Ain't you anymore? "People don't like me anymore", said the thingy sadly. "I hav e served them, and they don't want me anymore".  "Explain more, please!", asked Billy. "Ok", said the thing with a smile on its ..hum, face. "I shal l explain you." "I was born many years ago, I was born as a simple and small combination of things I call bits. Bits made up Bytes, and of Bytes I was fo rmed", said the thingy. Billy could not understand. "Bytes were characters, and characters made me. While a chara cter alone is nothing, characters together are everything. With that charac ters, I had one thousand faces, I had one million faces, I had one billion fa ces - and unlimitedI was. Some people like you could h andle me well - and if they were good, they could see one of the many faces I had." "As time passed", continued the thing, "I learnt more and mor e. I gained features, and color was one of them. With that, people could see my faces in a happiest style. With this, I could make people smile. Colors are good." "I like colors", said Billy. "Don't colors make people happy?  Don't they like you anymore?", asked Billy again! "They don't like my colors anymore", said the thing, sad agai n. "I have few colors. Now, they have one million more colors", said the thi ng on tears. "Oh", said Billy, almost crying too. "Well, can you show me h ow you was then?", asked Billy. "Show me I will", said the crap. The thing then started to move, to shake, to condensate, and it formed some strange form. Billy could read something then. Üßßß²ßÜ Ûßß Ûßßß²ßÜ Üßßß²ß Ü Üßßß²ßÜ Üßß ß²ßÜ ÛÛ° ±Û°  ²Û°²Û ° ±Û° ² Û° ßßß ²Û°  ßßß ²Û°Ü±Û ° ²Û± °Û±  ±Û± ÜÜÜ  ±Û± °Û±  ßßßß°Û° °Û ± ²ß± ±Û ± °Û± °Û² °Û²  °Û² ²Û ² °Û² ÛÛ ² ²ß² ²Û ² ÛÛ² °Û ² °Û² ° Û² ßßßßß ßßßßßß ßßßßßß ßßßßßßßßßß ßßß ßßß "'OLDSCA'.. what does this mean?!", asked Billy. "Old School", said the thing seriously. People called this "O ld School". "Seen pretty nice", said Billy. "I like it". "Well, people liked it. But it wasn't sufficient", said the t hing. "So what happened!?!?!?!", asked Billy. "Calm down", continued the thing. "I will tell you what happe nned". "As time passed, more people started to like me and to comuni cate with me. They learn how to master me, and they could show many of my greate st faces to the world", said the thing, showing to have great oratory skills. "Then, they created this", said the thing, as they started to  transformate again. ßßßßßßßßßßßßßÛÛ²²°°ÛÛÛÛÛ ßßßß² ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜ Ü ÛÛÛÛÛÛ°°²°²° ßßßßßßßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ° ßßßßßßß ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛßßßßßßßßßßÛÛ ÛÛ ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÛÛÛßÛÛÛÜ ßßß° ² ÜÜÜÛÛÛßßß ÜÜÜÜÜÜ  ß ßßÛÛÛÛ Ûß ÝÜ °°°° °°°°°°°  °°°°°°° °² °°°°ßßß°°°°°° ÜÜÜ °°°°ß°°°° Þþ  Þ ²²²² ²²²²²²² ²²²²²²² ²²²²±± ²²²²²² ± ²²²²²² ²²²² ÛÞ þÜ ÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛßßßßÛÛÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÜÛÛÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛ  þ ÜÝÜÜÜÜÜ ÛÜÛÛßßßßßßßÛÛÛÛÜÛÛßßßß ÜÜÜÜÜ ßßßßßßßßÛÛÛÜÛÛÛÛ ÞÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜÜÜÜÜÜÛÛÛÛÛÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÛÛÛ²²°°ÛÛÛ ÝÛÛÝÝݳ ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÛÛ "WOA! This seems pretty nice!@", said Billy in surprise. "How  do you call this one?", asked him. "New school", said him. "Many of the people like you have lik ed thid one. They have trained. They have learned how to master me, and they ha ve represented me in many ways. Many have done that, and they did like me". "Well, I guess that, if many have liked you, they can't hate you now, because of everything you've done to them. So why do they forget you now?", asked Billy again. "They have gave up. They have been forgotten. And unfortunate lly, I am beeing forgotten too. I guess soon just a few will ever know me.", s aid the thing, extremely seriously. "You said 'soon'. Well, so someone still knows and likes you!  How do they see you now?", asked Billy a poor english. "They see me like this", said the thing. And then, transforma ting and doing some movements that looked like too difficult for him to hand le, the thing changed into a new form. ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜ ÜÜÜ Ý ßÞÛÛÜÜÜÜ ÜÜÜÜ ÜÜ ÜÜÜÜÞÛÛÜÜÜÞÛÛÜ ÜÜ  ÛÛÝ Þ ÜÝÜÜÜÜ  ÞÛÛÝÜÜ ÞÛÝÜÜ rs Ü ²²²ÝÞÛÛÜÜÛÝßÛÛÛÛÛÜÜÜÜÜÞ ²²ÝßÞßßßßÛÝÛÛßÛÛÜÛÛÛÛÛßÛÛßÛ ÛÛÛ  Ý ÛÛÛßßÛÜÛÛ Û ÜÜÜ ÛÜÝ °°ÝÜ° ߲ݲ ßÞ² ²²²Ý ÜÜÜÜÞÞ°°ßÝÞÛÛÝ ß Þ²ÜÝ ßßßßß  ßÛÜ Þ²²ÞÝßßßß  ܲ²²Ý ÞÛÛÛ ÞÞÝ ÞÛÝÞ°Û °° Ý Û°°Ü Þ°°°ßÞß ÞÜÜÞÜÜÝÝßßß Ü ß ßßß²²²²±Ý²Ý ²Ý °°°°°ßÛÜÜ ÛßßÞ°°°ÝÞ²²Ý ²² ßÝÝÞ² ÜÞÜÝß ÞÜÝßßßßßß Û þÜÝßßÞÝßÝÞÜÜÜ ÝÞßÛþÞ ßÞ°° ÞÝÞ°°Ý ÞÜÜÝß ÞßÞÜÝ Þ ÞÞÝÞ°° °°Û ßßßßß ÞÛÜÝ ßÞÜÜÜ ÜÜÜÝ Þ ÞÝþ  ÛÝÜÝÞß²°²  ÞÞÝÜ ÞÜþÛßßÛ ÜßÝ ßßßß ßÞ ÜÛÝ ÞÜÝÞÝÞÛÛ Þ°²Ûþßß ßß Þßßß ßÝßß Û ßÛÝÛ ßßß Þ°°°°  ÜÞßÛÜÜÛÝß ÛÜÜÜÜÜÜþÛßß ßßßÝßßßÞÜÜÜ °Ý °²°°ßßÝ °²° ßßßß ßÞß ßßßß ° "W0AA!#%@", said the little Billy. "This one is VERY kewl, at hought a bit disgusting and unreadable. How do you call this?", asked him. "This have no name, but you can call this Weird School. That' s what it this. They don't care anymore about format, about size or anything.  They do anything, and the result is still very good", answered the thing. "So you don't like this, you're sad because of this weird sch ool. Am I right?", asked Billy. "No, you are not", said the thing. "I, in fact, like this for mat very much. It is the newest format they could do with me, and I like to be modern. What I fear is the fact they don't want me anymore. They are substit uting me." "?!?!?!?" "During the last years, I have been serving them. Now they ki ck me, because they have better things. They have better formats. They have more colors. They have more tools. They have more uses to it", said the thing. "Oh! We have to do something!@ We have t.." "NO. We will do nothing", said the thing, interrupting Billy.  "This is our destiny, mine and yours. If this technology is here to substi tute me, it will." "But..", said Billy. "No butts. This is our destiny. Just promise me something", s aid it. "Well OK! What?", asked Billy. "Promise me you will NEVER ever forget me. Promise me you wil l remember how much did I served you. Remember me as a technology that, at m y time, have made your life beautiful. Colorful. Whatever the school.", asked i t. "Well OK I PROMISE!", said Billy with sure. "Thanks", said the thing, with a smile on its mouth. "Just one more thing", asked Billy. "Yes?" "What's your name?", asked him, smiling. "Oh", said the thing. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I have a complex name that does not mean what I am. But you can use my nickname. You cal l me ANSI.", said the thing, with a happy and colorful face. "Ok", said Billy. "I will never forget you. I promise". "Thanks", said the thing again. "I am very thankful to you", it repeated. "And so do I", said Billy while the thing started to go away. The moral of the story: some stuff are good, some stuff are g reat, but they are great in their very own context. Do not mess ANSI with VG A, for they are very different in use and context. THE END Story by Rorshack (that's just some sick stuff that came out of my mind in a single step) Note: Sorry for the english, sometimes I really don't care ab out it. SAUCE00senta que la vem historia rorshack Maiden Brazil 19970901—4PÓ