It was 7:00 p.m. when Ron returned to his humble cottage just West of the Gary, Indiana steel mills. A small one bedroom home which his Great Aunt Millie left him in her will.
During the daylight hours Ron works in a poolhall and bar that serves men with a grudge or some down on their luck. Ron Plocher was down on his luck until he checked the evenings E-mail.
The message was short but the program was sweet.
As the program started Ron too felt a shock jolt him from the keyboard. As before the computer worked and screens flashed by so quickly that Ron just sat back and watched.
Then a voice, soft, kind, sensual, and interesting said, "Hello Ron, I am Pricilla your guide to our Programed Futures!"
As Pricilla's picture appeared on the screen all Ron could say was, "WOE BABY WOE !"