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		<title>The Case of the Headless Laptop &#8211; Part 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Ouyang</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is part two of &#8220;The Case of the Headless Laptop&#8221;. It has been a while since I&#8217;ve written the last episode, so you might want to review the previous part. Enjoy! ***Kevin*** I rubbed my eyes, believing that I was dreaming. I quickly stuck my hands into the trash bin to retrieve the screen. [...]]]></description>
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<div style="text-align: left;">This is part two of &#8220;The Case of the Headless Laptop&#8221;. It has been a while since I&#8217;ve written the last episode, so you might want to review the previous part. Enjoy!</p>
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<p>***Kevin***</p>
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<p>I rubbed my eyes, believing that I was dreaming. I quickly stuck my hands into the trash bin to retrieve the screen. But as soon as I got near the bin, the glowing stopped. I took out the screen to inspect it. I quickly came to the conclusion that the glowing must not have come from the laptop screen. Maybe it was an old flashlight that still had batteries in it and the switch just got push on by other pieces of trash. Instead to putting the screen back in the trash, I put it next to the laptop, so I would remember to check it in the morning.<br /> I woke up to the beeping of the computer.<br /> &#8220;What is that horrible sound!?&#8221; cried Mike.<br /> &#8220;That blasted screen-less computer from last night!&#8221;<br /> &#8220;Well, shut it off!&#8221; I got off my bed, and ran to the family room. I held down the power button of the laptop and heard it turn off.<br /> &#8220;Why did you turn it on?&#8221; I asked Mike.<br /> &#8220;I didn&#8217;t touch it&#8221;<br /> &#8220;That&#8217;s odd&#8221;<br /> &#8220;Well, whatever. I&#8217;m hungry, let&#8217;s have breakfast.&#8221; I nodded in approval, and we went to the kitchen for breakfast.<br /> After eating, I was still thinking of the strange events that occurred the night before, a spinning hard drive while the laptop was off, a sudden-appearing floppy disk, and glowing trash bins. Of course, there was also that unexpected morning alarm from the laptop. I decided to hook up the laptop to our LCD monitor and run a few checks. I began with a complete clean up with the program CCleaner (You can get it <a href="http://www.download.com/CCleaner/3000-2144_4-10669303.html?tag=lst-0-1">here</a>), and then I ran a quick virus scan using AVG Anti-Virus Free Edition (Get it <a href="http://www.download.com/AVG-Anti-Virus-Free-Edition/3000-2239_4-10703202.html?tag=pop.software">here</a>). Finally, I ran a spyware check with Lavasoft Ad-Aware 2007 (Download <a href="http://www.download.com/Ad-Aware-2007/3000-8022_4-10701900.html?tag=pop.software">here</a>). The clean up, removed about 800 MB of stuff, and the two scans, nothing.<br /> &#8220;What are you doing?&#8221; asked Mike.<br /> &#8220;Oh, you know, trying to find out what is going on with this laptop&#8221;<br /> &#8220;I see. So, did you find anything?&#8221;<br /> &#8220;Nope.&#8221;<br /> &#8220;Did you check what was on the floppy disk?&#8221;<br /> &#8220;Not yet.&#8221;<br /> &#8220;Check it, I want to know what is on it.&#8221; I opened My Computer and then the floppy disk drive. We saw that there were 11 files on it: 5 executables, 2 Text files, and 4 WAV files. The files are as listed: Start.exe, Sendit.exe, Tryit.exe, Help.exe, Find.exe, README.txt, NOTES.txt, Song.wav, Conversation.wav, Sound.wav, and Talk.wav. I double-clicked on the README file. Displaying the following: Open Start.exe. I close notepad, and clicked on Start.exe. A dialog box appeared, but before I could read it, the blue screen of death appeared.</p>
<p>To be continued&#8230;</p>
<p>Copyright (c) 2007 by Funknowledge Networks and Kevin Johnson.</p>
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		<title>The Case of the Headless Laptop</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 12:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Ouyang</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the first part of a story (which will continue) in a series of computer and technology related stories. So check back often for the next part or story in the series! Also, please leave me a comment about this (and other) stories. This will definitely help with the final version (A whole collection [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is the first part of a story (which will continue) in a series of computer and technology related stories. So check back often for the next part or story in the series! Also, please leave me a comment about this (and other) stories. This will definitely help with the final version (A whole collection of stories, which will be in at least PDF and Word format). Anyone who would like to sign up for the mailing list for this story is encouraged to send an email to <a href="mailto:funknowledge@gmail.com">funknowledge@gmail.com</a>. The people on this list will be the first to read the next part. Enjoy!<br />NOTE: The *** means who is talking in the following section.</p>
<div style="text-align: center;">The Case of the Headless Laptop<br />By Kevin Johnson</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">***Kevin***</div>
<p>        &#8220;Screwdrivers&#8221;<br />     &#8220;Check!&#8221;<br />     &#8220;Hammer&#8221;<br />     &#8220;Check!&#8221;<br />  &#8220;Pliers&#8221;<br />  &#8220;Check! That&#8217;s it we are all ready to begin the procedure!&#8221;<br />  &#8220;Alright, let&#8217;s do it!&#8221; It&#8217;s Wednesday night in mid May, we were in the basement of the house. The old, slow, but still working laptop has a messed up (or non-working) screen. A few days before we started the procedure I noticed something: Why should it have a screen if it doesn&#8217;t work? Plus it takes up space, why don&#8217;t we just get rid of it?&#8221; So here I am, screwdriver in hand removing the screws that keep the screen where it is. Then, the power goes out. I just removed the last screw and I pulled apart the laptop screen from the rest of the body.<br />  &#8220;Kevin?&#8221; asks my assistant, Mike.<br />  &#8220;Yes?&#8221;<br />  &#8220;Should I go get a flash light?&#8221;<br />  &#8220;Good idea, I&#8217;ll stay here.&#8221; That probably was not a good idea. As I sat there, the low rumbling sound of a hard drive arose. &#8220;That&#8217;s odd, I removed the battery.&#8221; It put my hand on the black, plastic case of the old Toshiba, and I felt the vibrating of a spinning hard disk. I turned it around, and in the moon light, I could see that no battery was in it.<span style="font-style: italic;"> I must be dreaming, </span>I thought to my self. I decided to leave it there and go back upstairs to go help Mike find the flashlight. Bad idea.<br />As we were busily looking for the flash-light, a different thing happened without us noticing, a small rectangular piece of plastic fell down the stairs.<br />  &#8220;I found it!&#8221; said Mike, waving it in his hands.<br />  &#8220;Great, lets go back downstairs and finish what we were doing.&#8221; We didn&#8217;t noticed anything funny about the piece of plastic, so we thought that it fell out of the computer.<br />  &#8220;That floppy disk must have popped out, I&#8217;ll put it back inside. It&#8217;s not like it&#8217;ll do anything, and anyways it might have something important on it.&#8221; I, still thinking about the strange rumbling, agreed to the idea. <span style="font-style: italic;">It&#8217;s not spinning anymore, </span>I thought. I grabbed the screen and stuck in in our trash can. While Mike brought the laptop back into the family room. That night we both went to bed. Mike on one hand was snoring away, while I was still wondering about the laptop. Not being able to calm myself down, I went downstairs flashlight in my hand and walked over to the laptop. <span style="font-style: italic;">See, nothing wrong</span>, I thought, but then came a glow from the trash bin.</p>
<p>To be continued&#8230;</p>
<p>Copyright (c) 2007 by Funknowledge Networks and Kevin Johnson.</p>
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		<title>&quot;iLife&quot; &#8211; Part 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 22:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Ouyang</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the continuation of &#8220;iLife&#8221;&#8230; “Welcome to ABC news. This is Tom Mackron with creation manager at Digibots, Chris Hallution. So Chris we’ve heard that your six year project has finally come to an end, how do you feel?” “One, a lot less stress. Zach just wasn’t cooperation for the last few months, but [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:85%;">This is the continuation of &#8220;iLife&#8221;&#8230;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">                “Welcome to ABC news. This is Tom Mackron with creation manager at Digibots, Chris Hallution. So Chris we’ve heard that your six year project has finally come to an end, how do you feel?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“One, a lot less stress. Zach just wasn’t cooperation for the last few months, but we have finally got it right. In fact I’ll give you a demo right now.” He smiled and called out, “Zach?” Then suddenly a person walked right onto the stage smiling and bowing.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Oh my god, it that a person?” said mom in disbelief.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“And to all gasping to know, no he is not a human.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“I am an intelligent robot created by Digibot’s creation group.” His voice sounded highly realistic.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“I bet if you saw him on the streets one day, you wouldn’t even know he was just a piece of high tech machinery.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“So Zach, how do you feel being in front of an audience.” Asked Tom.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“You’re kidding” said my dad, robots don’t have feelings. There was an strange sound and then he replied.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“A very interesting question. I would have to say… different. I’ve never gone on a stage, or even outside, only in the lab.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Would you want to if you had a choice?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Sure, after this I would do it a million times!” My mom was so shocked, she almost fainted. The camera turned to the audience where they all stared hypnotized by the robot. My mom shut off the TV. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“It is the weekend, maybe you could go outside and play with your friends.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Nah, I’ll have breakfast first.” My mom smiled.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“I was just about to say that” she said. I grabbed a box of Cheerios and poured them into a bowl. I heard the TV being turned on again, and I poured milk onto the cereal.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span><i style="">Odd day,</i> <span style=""> </span>I thought to myself. I gazed out into the New York landscape. Tall buildings, cars flying past, people walking hurriedly to their destination. I soon finished my breakfast and headed back to my room. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Turn on” I said. A wall of my room transformed into a screen. “Look up Zackbot on Wikipedia.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">My Internet browser started and Wikipedia instantly loaded with a large picture of Zackbot on the right side. “Interesting. Zachbot is a project that was previously rejected by the US government, but later bypassed. I wonder what made the US government hesitate to make it?</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Maybe they were afraid of the “robots taking over the world” thing”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“But that’s only in movies! There must be some other reason.” We sat there thinking.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Kevin! Jack is missing, it is reported on CNN” I was startled by Dad’s sudden appearance. “Strangely enough so is Zackbot.”<span style="">             </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Wait, but didn’t we just see Zachbot? On TV”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“News reporters say that the person on stage was not the real Zachbot, but a person. It’s possible that Zack found someone that he looked like and forced him to act.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Why would he run away?” I suddenly was horror struck. “Could Zack have kidnapped Jack?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Now what would bring you to that conclusion?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“See Dad? Zack kidnaps<span style="">  </span>Jack. He forces him to make more of himself and takes over the world!”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“You’ve been watching too many science fiction movies”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“No I mean it”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“I’ll go out and look for him in my car” He ran out the door and outside.</p>
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		<title>&quot;iLife&quot; &#8211; Part 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Ouyang</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have recently been working on a short science fiction story. Over the next few weeks I will be posting new parts of the story. I would appreciate comments, questions, and suggestions. Enjoy &#8220;iLife&#8221;! Imagine, if there was a world where all your fantasies became reality. Flying cars, robots and high tech gadgets. Innovations have [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:85%;">I have recently been working on a short science fiction story. Over the next few weeks I will be posting new parts of the story. I would appreciate comments, questions, and suggestions. Enjoy &#8220;iLife&#8221;!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Imagine, if there was a world where all your fantasies became reality.<span style="">  </span>Flying cars, robots and high tech gadgets. Innovations have made our lives easier and different. Though many of our current dangers are gone, new ones have arisen. This is what you’ll see, welcome to the 22<sup>nd</sup> century.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Kevin, come here”, called Jack, my brother. We were in the National Organization of Virtual Reality Headquarters.<span style="">  </span>Virtual Reality is a new technology created recently by a group of scientists. NOVR is the organization that’s developing the technology and trying to make it more reliable and helpful.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“What?”, I hollered back, and walked down the corridor into the transfer room. I entered a small, white room. On the right side of the room, there was five booths. Using these booths you could go in and out of Virtual Reality, or VR.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“I need to go check on something in Virtual Reality, I’ll be back in an hour”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Can I come with you, please?”, I pleaded.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“No, It’s too dangerous for you. You should go home and do your homework, I’ll see you back home.” He ran into a telephone booth styled glass pod, typed in a few commands and disappeared. I waited a few moments and gazed at the wonders of virtual reality. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>I left the building and ran down 32<sup>nd</sup> street back to our apartment. People are everywhere in New York, but it’s not like back then where people keep on bumping into each other. Since cars are now in the air there is more room to get around.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Hi, Mom”, I said cheerily as I walked into our territory.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Hi, where’s Jack?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“He said that he had to check on something in VR and that he’ll be back soon”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“I see, you should go do your homework, It’s getting late”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Fine”, I chuckled, “Homework, that’s what Jack said before I left.” I placed my stuff on top of the table and began the long process know as homework. After finishing my homework, I remembered that Jack should be home by then. From my pocket I produced my Xinctra Mobile. “Matt?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Yep”, replied a happy voice, and a face filled the vibrant screen.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Call, NOVR, I need to ask Sam where Jack is.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Dialing…”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Hello, this the National Organization of Virtual Reality Headquarters. This is Sam speaking, how may I help you?” Sam, is the “front desk guy” and he knows all about who went in and who went out.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Yes, This is Kevin Johnson. I wanted to know if my brother left.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Oh, hi Kevin. You were here an hour ago.” </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“I know, where is he?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“I haven’t seen him leave the building”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Okay, well give me a call back to this number when you see him”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Fine, bye, Kevin”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Matt, open WIRED magazine, January Issue 2108”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Holographic, or on screen”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“ On Screen” Okay, you’re now wondering: why not holographic? Holographic is awkward to work with and the text isn’t very clear, so I just stick with the old fashioned way. Sometimes innovations don’t help. Hmm, interesting: are robots becoming human? I started to read about different AI projects, iRobot and Digibots are the leading producers. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Kevin! It’s time to go to bed” <span style=""> </span>My mom’s voice startled me.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Yeah, okay” I picked up my mobile and headed to bed.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="">                </span>“Kevin! Kevin! Wake up, look on the news. Digibots just announced the arrival of Zachbot.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">I was suddenly wide awake. I quickly dressed and ran to the TV.</p>
<p>To be continued&#8230;</p>
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