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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 06/07/91 -- Vol. 9, No. 49


       MEETINGS UPCOMING:

       Unless otherwise stated, all meetings are on Wednesdays at noon.
            LZ meetings are in LZ 2R-158.  MT meetings are in the cafeteria.

         _D_A_T_E                    _T_O_P_I_C

       06/26   LZ: ALTERNATE WORLDS by Robert Adams ("What If Things Were Different?")

         _D_A_T_E                    _E_X_T_E_R_N_A_L _M_E_E_T_I_N_G_S/_C_O_N_V_E_N_T_I_O_N_S/_E_T_C.

       06/08   SFABC: Science Fiction Association of Bergen County: TBA
                       (phone 201-933-2724 for details) (Saturday)
       06/15   NJSFS: New Jersey Science Fiction Society: TBA
                       (phone 201-432-5965 for details) (Saturday)

       HO Chair:      John Jetzt     HO 1E-525   834-1563  hocpa!jetzt
       LZ Chair:      Rob Mitchell   LZ 1B-306   576-6106  mtuxo!jrrt
       MT Chair:      Mark Leeper    MT 3D-441   957-5619  mtgzy!leeper
       HO Librarian:  Tim Schroeder  HO 3B-301   949-4488  hotsc!tps
       LZ Librarian:  Lance Larsen   LZ 3L-312   576-3346  mtunq!lfl
       MT Librarian:  Mark Leeper    MT 3D-441   957-5619  mtgzy!leeper
       Factotum:      Evelyn Leeper  MT 1F-329   957-2070  mtgzy!ecl
       All material copyright by author unless otherwise noted.

       1. I'll tell ya, folks--it is all starting to  happen.   Maybe  too
       fast  it  is  all  starting to happen.  I mean, technology had been
       transforming the world already, but it is  starting  to  take  some
       pretty  surrealistic turns.  I mean, though, this one ... if I read
       it in a novel I would say "weird idea but  hard  to  buy."   But  I
       didn't  read  it in a novel; I read it in _W_o_r_l_d _P_r_e_s_s _R_e_v_i_e_w.  This
       story actually appeared in _N_e_u_e  _Z_e_i_t,  published  in  Berlin.   It
       seems  that  the new Germany has a problem that was pushed on it by
       the old East Germany.  East Germany made this car.  It  was  called
       the  Trabant.   On  the  road it had all the appeal of a used paper
       diaper.  It was ugly, it was a super-polluter, it was plastic.   It
       was  cheaper  to make the body out of plastic than out of metal.  A
       lot more people can afford to have a car  if  it  is  made  out  of
       plastic, you see.  They might have been able to achieve the goal of
       everyone having a car if they had just made one that you  drove  by
       running your feet on the ground like the Flintstones' car.











       THE MT VOID                                           Page 2



       Anyway, so they made these "smoke-spewing," plastic cars and it  is
       sort of a runabout.  That means it ran about the distance from East
       Germany to West Germany.  And that was about it.  Now these  things
       are  being  found abandoned all over western Germany (well, I guess
       you could call it western Germany; West Germany is no more  but  it
       is  the  part of Germany that used to be West Germany).  So anyway,
       these things are being abandoned all over.  And the government  has
       to  figure  out what to do with them.  Now when you find one of our
       cars abandoned, at least there is someone who wants it.   The  body
       is  made  out  of  metal  that is worth money.  You can recycle the
       metal from the body of one of our cars.  If you make a car  out  of
       plastic  nobody  wants it when it dies.  It's like bottles made out
       of plastic.  In non-troglodyte states that have a deposit  on  soda
       bottles,  there  is  an  intrinsic value on the empties and they go
       someplace rather than being left on the roads.   There  is  someone
       willing  to  buy back what is left over.  But cars and bottles made
       out of plastic with little intrinsic worth just end  up  decorating
       the scenery.

       So what the government wants to do is burn the abandoned  Trabants.
       Except  when  you  burn them they give off toxic gas.  I mean, this
       car is a real prize.   This  thing  makes  the  Yugo  look  like  a
       Porsche.   So  what  are they doing?  Are you ready for this?  They
       have bred a special bacteria  that  eats  Trabants!   These  little
       beauties  like  nothing  better  than  eating  a  tasty, succulent,
       plastic car.  Take a hundred pounds of this plastic  and  they  can
       eat  it  down  to only two pounds of stuff that even bacteria can't
       stomach.  I don't know what they do with those two  pounds.   Maybe
       they  can  breed  another  bacterium  to  tell  the first one it is
       leaving the best part uneaten.

       And what a great precedent this sets.  You got something you  don't
       want,  you  just  breed  some  creature  that eats it.  How about a
       gourmet of a bacterium that eats the pins out  of  new  shirts  and
       also  is fond of the pink scum that New Jersey water seems to leave
       behind?  What are the chances we could get a  bacterium  that  eats
       washing machine lint?

       Now my question would be: what does a Trabantivorous bacterium have
       for dessert when there are no more Trabants?


                                          Mark Leeper
                                          MT 3D-441 957-5619
                                           ...mtgzy!leeper



            People sometimes forget that the oldest profession in
            the world is ... journalism: the snake in the Garden
            of Eden carried accurate information about the Tree of
            Knowledge, and in spite of the appearance of being a
            down-to-earth kind of guy, is still considered poisonous."
                                        -- Samuel Hauser, Journalist, 1968