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NTB: Classic NTB Adventures #384: Wrath of The Administrator Part Twenty-Six

From Arthur Spitzer@arspitzer2@gmail.com to rec.arts.comics.creative on Sun Aug 17 20:55:30 2025

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And we're back in the past and can check the eyrie archive
once again.

Here's where you can find this and more NTB One Shots:

https://archives.eyrie.org/racc/ntb/One.Shots/

And it's the next part of The Wrath of The Administrator.
Part Forty-Two is by Steve "Dr. 13" Ward-Smith.

Who is the tool?! Are you the tool?! Am I the tool?!
Are we all the tools?! Are the tools the tools?!!!!

Find out in...

C L A S S I C

N E T T R E N C H C O A T B R I G A D E

A D V E N T U R E S #384

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W R A T H O F T H E A D M I N I S T R A T O R
Part Twenty-Six
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P A R T F O R T Y - T W O
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Brief Cases - A WOTA X over.
Episode 3
or
A nice kebab - Reasons for living, reasons for leaving - Showdown - Message received

13 waited in the darkened shopping centre. It had been several hours since
he
had attempted to summon Xeroxes and left a message for him.
13 was currently eating a chicken tikka kebab. Bits of lettuce were
scattered
on the floor round him.

"You know" said Toni, his trenchcoat, "a kebab is one thing I really miss
about
being dead."
"Manna from heaven" said 13. "This is a particulary good one."
"Do we have to stay here?" said Toni. "The cronies of the office might
corner
us again."
"I don't like it one bit, but I think that we'll have to wait here, since Xeroxes will know where the summons came from. I wish I'd remembered what
Ramaj had said earlier. I wonder how he and the rest of the NTB are getting on?"

Suddenly a small circle of blue light appeared at the far end of the centre.
It expanded rapidly, then faded, leaving a middle aged man wearing a golf jumper. He walked over to 13.

"How dare you summon me and leave such a curt message for me." stormed the
man.
"It was the least I could do with the problems your leaving has caused"
said 13
calmly finishing his repast.
"What mess. I was no longer needed. Computers, faxes and other such nonsense replaced me, there was no longer a need for bureauracy to be guided by me anymore, it ran itself. I wanted to play some golf."
"Tell that to all your friends, if they still live."
"What! What has happened to them?"
"Your old HQ has been killing them, that's what. It has also decided to take over the running of the entire world."
"That is impossible. The office was a tool, nothing more, nothing less." "You're the tool! It has obviously drained you of your powers without you
being aware of it. It is sentient. The situation went wild when it found a narrow minded cretin to act as a host. That seemed to top up it's power
enough
for it to launch a full scale offensive. You need an ID to do anything, you
can only buy the Daily Mail, brothers shop their sisters for minor offences,
we are in a living hell."
"If what you say is true, it is a real disaster. My raison d'etre was for bureauracy to be a tool, for it to help people. Now you say it is being used
as a weapon, for control."
"You've hit the nail on the head Xeroxes. What do you say we head off to the nearest pub, grab a beer and discuss what to do. I hope you remembered that tenner that you owe me."
"Suits me too." said Toni.
"Who said that?" said Xeroxes.
"It is a long story." said 13.

A short while later, Xeroxes had convinced 13 that the best method of
defeating
the office lay in returning to O space and him draining off the power that
he
had vested in the office. He hoped that the new power it had gained would
also
be siphoned off, and that he could handle the influx.
Xeroxes had enough power to instantaneously transport them into O space.
13 looked around, yes this was definitely familiar.
A voice popped out of nowhere,
"Ah, 13, come, I'm round the corner, I want to talk with you before I
destroy
you. I owe you for killing Burak Racey. This time you will not escape."
"Cliche after cliche, you are nothing but a mad meglomaniacal mutant museum piece."
"Great alliteration 13," said Xeroxes.
"Thanks." said 13, "It hasn't recognized you yet."
"That is because I cloaked myself. It just thinks you are here alone."
13 walked into the office proper.
"Ah, have a seat 13." intoned the office.
"I have brought an old friend to see you office. I'm going to make you meet your maker."
"You can't destroy me. Your friends thought they'd destroyed me, it was just
my pocket bureauracy. They are having a party in alt.cynosure, I will hunt
them down eventually."
"No I meant meeting your maker literally. Xeroxes, come in now."
Xeroxes entered the room.
"You!" gasped the office. "You are gone, dead, your time has passed. Now is
the time for high tech bureauracy. My time."
"You have brought nothing but shame on me and bureauracy in general. Now is
the
time to end it painlessly."
Xeroxes reached out his hand, the air started to glow, the office started to scream. It finally cried out "Father forgive me." as it vanished.
13 and Xeroxes were now in O space again, there was nothing left of the
office.
"Seems like an anti climax after all this traipsing around. Poof, it's
gone."
"You are probably right, but at least it is all over now. The world is safe once again."
"Only until the next dictator. Then again that's someone else`s problem.
What
do you intend to do now Xeroxes?"
"Tidy up my affairs, see if any of my friends live, and get back to work. It seems I was wrong, there is room for old fashioned bureauracy in todays society. People are suspicious of computers and yearn for a bit of a human touch amid the technology. Computers are only as good as the programmer, someone has to work the machines."
"Nice to have you back mate. Right, Toni and I are off to cynosure to see
the
others, coming?"
"No, too much to do."
"Righty ho. Pop in sometime for a cuppa."

Later 13 emerged in cynosure. He walked in through the doors.
"Hello everybody, sorry I couldn't make it earlier."
"Where the sodding hell have you been?" stormed Withnail.
"Oh, just ending all this mess and saving the world. Who do you think got
rid
of the administrator and found Xeroxes to destroy the office? I would much rather have spent my time in a pub. Mine`s a pint of bitter Grimsloth, I
heard
you were buying."
13 sat down and began to relate his experiences, without embellishing
anything,
as nobody likes a smartarse, especially not a trenchcoater.

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by pcxsws@unicorn.nott.ac.uk
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And these are the words of a supposedly literate student of
English Literature at the University of Warwick... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Paul Hardy/enubf@csv.warwick.ac.uk/Willoughby Withnail or Bacchus of the
N.T.B.

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Next Week: Finally Some Wrath of The Administrator Epilogues!!

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Arthur "Same Classic Channel. But Same Time? Probably not." Spitzer

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said Toni, his trenchcoat, "a kebab is one thing I really miss about<= br>being dead." "Manna from heaven" said 13. "This i=
s a particulary good one." "Do we have to stay here?" sai=
d Toni. "The cronies of the office might corner us again." = "I don't like it one bit, but I think that we'll have to wait = here, since Xeroxes will know where the summons came from. I wish I'=
d remembered what Ramaj had said earlier. I wonder how he and the rest o=
f the NTB are getting on?" Suddenly a small circle of blue l= ight appeared at the far end of the centre. It expanded rapidly, then fa= ded, leaving a middle aged man wearing a golf jumper. He walked over to = 13. "How dare you summon me and leave such a curt message for m= e." stormed the man. "It was the least I could do with the pro= blems your leaving has caused" said 13 calmly finishing his repast.= "What mess. I was no longer needed. Computers, faxes and other suc=
h nonsense replaced me, there was no longer a need for bureauracy to be = guided by me anymore, it ran itself. I wanted to play some golf."<b= r>"Tell that to all your friends, if they still live." "W= hat! What has happened to them?" "Your old HQ has been killing=
them, that's what. It has also decided to take over the running of = the entire world." "That is impossible. The office was a tool,=
nothing more, nothing less." "You're the tool! It has obv= iously drained you of your powers without you being aware of it. It is s= entient. The situation went wild when it found a narrow minded cretin t=
o act as a host. That seemed to top up it's power enough for it to l= aunch a full scale offensive. You need an ID to do anything, you can onl=
y buy the Daily Mail, brothers shop their sisters for minor offences, we=
are in a living hell." "If what you say is true, it is a real=
disaster. My raison d'etre was for bureauracy to be a tool, for it =
to help people. Now you say it is being used as a weapon, for control.&q= uot; "You've hit the nail on the head Xeroxes. What do you say =
we head off to the nearest pub, grab a beer and discuss what to do. I ho=
pe you remembered that tenner that you owe me." "Suits me t= oo." said Toni. "Who said that?" said Xeroxes. "I=
t is a long story." said 13. A short while later, Xeroxes had c= onvinced 13 that the best method of defeating the office lay in returnin=
g to O space and him draining off the power that he had vested in the o= ffice. He hoped that the new power it had gained would also be siphoned = off, and that he could handle the influx. Xeroxes had enough power to in= stantaneously transport them into O space. 13 looked around, yes this wa=
s definitely familiar. A voice popped out of nowhere, "Ah, 13, c= ome, I'm round the corner, I want to talk with you before I destroy = you. I owe you for killing Burak Racey. This time you will not escape.&quot= ; "Cliche after cliche, you are nothing but a mad meglomaniacal mut= ant museum piece." "Great alliteration 13," said Xerox= es. "Thanks." said 13, "It hasn't recognized you yet.= " "That is because I cloaked myself. It just thinks you are he=
re alone." 13 walked into the office proper. "Ah, have a se=
at 13." intoned the office. "I have brought an old friend to s=
ee you office. I'm going to make you meet your maker." &quot= ;You can't destroy me. Your friends thought they'd destroyed me, it=
was just my pocket bureauracy. They are having a party in alt.cynosure,=
I will hunt them down eventually." "No I meant meeting yo=
ur maker literally. Xeroxes, come in now." Xeroxes entered the room= . "You!" gasped the office. "You are gone, dead, your tim=
e has passed. Now is the time for high tech bureauracy. My time."<= br>"You have brought nothing but shame on me and bureauracy in general=
. Now is the time to end it painlessly." Xeroxes reached out his=
hand, the air started to glow, the office started to scream. It finally=
cried out "Father forgive me." as it vanished. 13 and Xeroxes=
were now in O space again, there was nothing left of the office. &q= uot;Seems like an anti climax after all this traipsing around. Poof, it&#39=
;s gone." "You are probably right, but at least it is all over=
now. The world is safe once again." "Only until the next d= ictator. Then again that's someone else`s problem. What do you inten=
d to do now Xeroxes?" "Tidy up my affairs, see if any of my fr= iends live, and get back to work. It seems I was wrong, there is room fo=
r old fashioned bureauracy in todays society. People are suspicious of c= omputers and yearn for a bit of a human touch amid the technology. Compu= ters are only as good as the programmer, someone has to work the machine= s." "Nice to have you back mate. Right, Toni and I are off to = cynosure to see the others, coming?" "No, too much to do.&q= uot; "Righty ho. Pop in sometime for a cuppa." =C2=A0 L= ater 13 emerged in cynosure. He walked in through the doors. "Hello=
everybody, sorry I couldn't make it earlier." "Where the = sodding hell have you been?" stormed Withnail. "Oh, just endin=
g all this mess and saving the world. Who do you think got rid of the ad= ministrator and found Xeroxes to destroy the office? I would much rather=
have spent my time in a pub. Mine`s a pint of bitter Grimsloth, I heard<br= >you were buying." 13 sat down and began to relate his experiences,=
without embellishing anything, as nobody likes a smartarse, especially = not a trenchcoater. ------------------------------------------------= ------------------------------- =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 by <a hr= ef=3D"mailto:pcxsws@unicorn.nott.ac.uk">pcxsws@unicorn.nott.ac.uk</a> --=
 =C2=A0And these are the words of a supposedly literate student of<br=

=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0 English Literature at the University of Warwick...<=

------------------------------------------------------------------------= ------- Paul Hardy/<a href=3D"http://enubf@csv.warwick.ac.uk/Willoughby"= >enubf@csv.warwick.ac.uk/Willoughby</a> Withnail or Bacchus of the N.T.B.<b= r> =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D Next Week: =C2= =A0Finally Some Wrath of The Administrator Epilogues!! =3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D Arthur "Same Classic Channel.=C2=A0 But Same=

Time?=C2=A0 Probably not." Spitzer </div>

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