|The Chronicles of John Ominor||- by John Ominor, The Inhuman|
S/2 e-Zine! has provided a remarkable service in the brief amount of time that it has existed. It has quickly moved from a series of vague references to a new OS/2 electronic magazine to an upstart challenger of more conventional forms of media. Now, after six issues, OS/2 e-Zine! has matured into a rich repository of information, a credible publication in its own right. However, the editors, writers, and staff critics of OS/2 e-Zine! are but mortal, with all the fallacies, weakness, and illogic implied therein. Because of this, OS/2 e-Zine! has reached its evolutionary ceiling. After all, homo sapien can advance but so far in a millennium, let alone the six months e-Zine! has existed. This is unacceptable. OS/2 e-Zine! must advance. It is important to the future plans of The Inhuman. However, there is nothing its only human contributors can do.
Someone has been quietly observing, patiently waiting and finally, he is here, prepared to usher in a new era in OS/2 electronic media innovation.
Greetings. I am John Ominor, The Inhuman. Welcome to my Chronicles.
Being The Inhuman, Ominor can perceive the rather enormous quantities of interrogatives that threaten to split your craniums like so many ripened melons. Namely, "Why did The Inhuman wait so long? Why does he deprive us of his wisdom and his enlightenment? Why does he give us so much and ask so little in return?"
The answer is simple. It is the Will of The Inhuman. An answer that confounds many and renders a pitifully small few irretrievably, hopeless bedlamite. Those so afflicted with dementia represent a small band of humans with the insight, the vision to discern Ominor for what he his. Trevor Smith, editor of OS/2 e-Zine!, is such a mortal. He, Cory Hamasaki, and others of their ilk are insane beyond the most fevered dreams of Picasso and da Vinci. They and others like them will provide the core, the nucleus, if you will, of the legions of John Ominor, my Servitors.
They are granted this lionization that billions of lesser sentients are denied simply because my servitors are able to "see." They perceive Ominor for what he is, merely a vanguard, one who will shepherd all into the next century via one of the most powerful vehicles ever to come into existence, without The Inhuman's presence somewhere in the vicinity. This conveyance is, of course, OS/2 Warp.
"The Chronicles of John Ominor" is a rhadamanthine title because here is where Ominor will ponder issues that concern all of you, his loyal followers. He will provide you with answers and challenge your intellectual limitations--and know this, you do have many failings. He will overwhelm the very core of your being. You must learn from Ominor. Is that not why you are here?
You seek to understand OS/2, its strengths and weaknesses. Ominor will explain them. You desire knowledge about shareware, past, present, and future. By his leave, The Inhuman will grant you this and more. Will the available and rapidly growing amounts of commercial OS/2 software offerings satisfy your darkest appetites, thoughts buried so deep that only The Inhuman, one who dwells in shadow, knows them for what they truly are? Again, Ominor will provide you with such information. You long to comprehend the incomprehensible actions of International Business Machines, themselves. The Inhuman will be your source of such comprehension.
You quest. You thirst. You seek. You lust.
YOU. NEED. OMINOR. His insight, his lore, his praise, and finally, his approval. Your wishes are granted. John Ominor agrees to aid you.
John Ominor, The Inhuman is here. Now, let the games... begin.
letter to the editor.
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