Windows for TelePaths

Isegrim

The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:


Oh wonderful and wise Oracle tell me how would one implement a version
of Windows TP ...... Windows for TelePaths ?


And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

You open the box labeled "Windows TP", carefully extracting the pouch
labeled "License Agreement". You examine the contents of the pouch,
finding an inflatable beanie bearing the Windows logo rather than the
familiar 3.5" diskette package. You inflate the beanie, insert two
"C"-size batteries (not included), and carefully place it on your head.


You press the Start button.

Immediately, the image of an hourglass comes to your mind. You find
yourself trapped; unable to move anything in your body save your eyes.

After an indeterminable delay, you regain control of your senses. You
are suddenly compelled to speak your name and business affiliation. You
then retrieve your Windows TP package and chant the Product-ID number.

Suddenly you see the words "Windows is detecting new hardware" flash
before your eyes.

You crash to the floor, writhing in agony. You feel every muscle in
your body contract and retract in turn. Your mind is filled with the
image of a blue inchworm, creeping slowly across a grey field.

The creature finally reaches the edge of its domain, and your seizure
ceases. You take a moment to regain your composure, and you are
reminded of your high school anatomy course as a complete listing of
every organ in your body appears before your eyes. You browse the list
for a moment, and utter the phrase "OK". After a short delay, you hear
the sound of a trumpet echo through the recesses of your mind.

You find yourself in a large, barren space. You look around, and
discover images labeled "My Brain", "Recycle Bin, and "Set up the
Microsoft Network". You feel compelled to utter the word "Start", after
which a list of options floods your mind. Weary from the detection
phase, you utter the word "Shut down". You close your eyes, and
blackness surrounds you. You feel yourself start to drift into sleep.
Your peace is interrupted, however, as a bright orange light invades
your nothingness. "It's now safe to shut down your mind".

You drift into unconsciousness, and sleep for several hours.

When you awaken, you are frozen in place as you see clouds and blue
cycling colors. After a short eternity, the familiar "My Brain" icon
reappears in your mind. But something is terribly wrong; you can feel
it in your gut. Just outside the range of primary vision, you can sense
something lurking about you on all four sides.

You slowly look up, and see the word "Safe Mode" glaring back at you.
You back away slowly, swivel your head, and there it is, behind you as
well. Your heartbeat quickened and you are terrified as you turn to
your left and your right and it meets you there as well, its cold,
heartless glare filling your soul with despair. Quickly, you summon
Control Panel, System, Device Manager. You feel yourself frantically
gasping for air as you run through the list of installed devices.

You come upon "Respiratory System" and are horrified to see a black
exclamation point on a yellow field next to the entry "Lungs". You
close your eyes and utter the word "Properties". On the closed curtains
of your eyelids, you see your life flashing before your eyes.

You force yourself to concentrate on your situation, attempting to
discover which system devices are in conflict, when suddenly your
entire body seizes up in pain.

You lose all sense of reality. You are floating through the clouds as
you hear a voice echo through your mind: "This program has performed an
illegal operation and will be terminated." You start to black out and
suddenly you remember your situation. You stare in horror at your blue
extremities, knowing that, without oxygen, you will not last much
longer. With all the consciousness you can muster, you force
yourself...

To reboot.

You awaken in a place that is dark, but familiar. A solitary white
prompt on a black field greets you. You look behind you and see the
wreckage of the operating system that nearly spelled your demise.
"Cannot find a file that may be needed to run Windows". You turn around
to face the prompt, and a wide grin comes across your face. You take a
deep breath and revel in the life-giving atmosphere. You laugh as you
utter the words,

"DELTREE WINDOWS".

Suddenly you find yourself on the floor of your home. You find the
charred remains of the Windows TP beanie littering the floor. You
carefully gather them up, stack them neatly on an altar, and burn them,
promising yourself never to risk your life with Microsoft again. You
bury the ashes, knowing that your life is again in order.

You owe the Oracle a copy of Windows TP and Bill Gates' home address.

GoneShootin

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