From: "Joshua Falken" <jocimar@telnet.com.br>
Subject: Quantum ReBoot - Installation (prologue)
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1998 22:19:14 -0300
Message-ID: <01bdf4b5$290b3460$LocalHost.0@smdksbcr.telnet.com.br>

                       Quantum ReBoot -- Installation
   
                          Written by Joshua Falken
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                      I come from outside of the Net.
             Through lives, peoples and cities, to this place,
                                 Mainframe.
                                 My format?
                             I think... Leaper.
                     To change the history for better,
                       to put right what went wrong.
                                  ReBoot!
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   Prologue
   
   "Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Dr.
   Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator and vanished....
   He woke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that
   were not his own and driven by an unknown force to change history for
   the better. His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his
   own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see
   and hear. And so Dr. Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life,
   striving to put right what once went wrong and hoping each time that
   his next leap will be the leap home."
   
   Sam Beckett seen himself, suddenly, going for a avenue in some city,
   in high-speed. He tried stop, but what got went fall of backs and to
   crush in the street. He was a little dizzy for some moments, but he
   noticed when someone came help him.
   
   "Enzo, are you alrightl?"
   
   "Er... I'm O.K., thank you.", Sam said, getting up.
   
   It was when he noticed the environment. Everything looked like drawn
   by a computer! The buildings, the trees, everything! The cars floated
   by means of some kind of power field. Amazed, Sam looked at then for
   who had driven him the question. It seemed a robot divided in three
   cubic sections, in the first he had an only eye, on the second section
   a mouth, with the arms and in the third the legs and on the left side
   on top, was a type of icon: one black and white diamond on a circular
   field, too black and white, but with the colors inverted in relation
   to the diamond.
   
   "Enzo, your zipboard!", said the binome (Just a minute!, thought
   Sam... how is it... how is it that he knew that that robot type was
   called binome?!), pointing for a type of flotation skateboard. The
   skate were two circles tied by a mobile joint; the same icon was
   printed in the two circles. Sam went up in the zipboard and as soon as
   he was balanced, he murmured:
   
   "Thank you very much."
   
   Sam went going for the street, observing Mainframe. He went by a shop
   window and he stopped to see his reflection (leaper's reflex act).
   It's when his chin dropped. Who saw in the mirror was a boy of 10 to
   12 years, of green skin (!!!), blue eyes and black hair. He used a red
   bonnet back with the brim turning, as most of the adolescents it used
   (at least it was it that his Swiss Cheesed memory told to him), with
   the always present black and white icon, a white shirt of short sleeve
   with the inscription 10.
   
   "Oh,boy!", exclaimed Sam, when his chin returned to the place.