8-bit Software Disc Magazine - Duncan Webster September 1991
Issue 15 September 1991
The modem owning members of 8BS might take offence at the little
sketch below, but that's only because it is true. If you are thinking
of "investing" in a modem, then bear in mind that you could be signing
your own addition warrent (!?)....
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= THE TRAGEDY OF AN ON-LINE ADDICTION =
- by Steve King -
- Converted for the BBC by Nicolai E.M. Plum -
"Did you know that last month's (expletive) phone bill is over $450?"
my wife scolded me in her harshest, my-husband-the-child voice.
"That's more than twice the monthly payment you make for that
(expletive) computer!" she continued as she escalated to screaming.
"I confess! I confess!" I sobbed. "I'm just an on-line junkie -- I'm
addicted to my modem! I guess I'll just have to join Modems Anonymous
before I owe my soul to the phone company."
As a counselor for Modems Anonymous, I hear numerous variations of the
preceding story every day. That insidious disease, modem fever, is
exacting a tragically large toll from the cream of our society's
computer users. Modem-mania is sweeping through the very foundations
of our country and there seems to be no stopping it. This disease
(yes, it is a social disease of almost epidemic proportions) is
becoming a such calamity that soon there's even going to be a soap
opera about on-line addiction named, "All My Modems."
If you don't already own one of those evil instruments called a modem,
take warning! Don't even think about buying one. Modem fever sets in
very quietly; it sneaks up on you and then grabs you by the wallet,
checkbook or, heaven forbid, credit cards.
Once you own a modem, you enter the insidious addictive trap by
"dialing up" a friend who also has a modem. For some strange reason,
typing messages to each other fascinates you. (Even if it is less
than 10% of the speed that you can speak the same words over a normal
voice phone link.) Of course, you make several attempts at hooking up
before you finally figure out that at least one of you must be in the
half-duplex mode; that discovery actually titillates you (sounds
impossible, but it's true).
Then your modem-buddy (friend is too good a term) sows another seed on
the road to on-line addiction by giving you the number of a local RBBS
(Remote Bulletin Board Service). Once you get an RBBS phone number,
you've taken the first fatal step in a journey that can only end in
on-line addiction.
After you take the next step by dialing up the the RBBS your
modem-buddy told you about, you find that it's very easy to "log-on."
This weird form of conversation with an unattended computer is
strangely exciting, much more so than just typing messages when you're
on-line with your modem-buddy. The initial bulletins scroll by and
inform you about the board, but you're too "up" to comprehend most of
it. Then you read some of the messages in the message section and
maybe, in a tenative manner, you enter one or two of your own. That's
fun, but the excitement starts to wear off; you're calming down.
Thinking that it might be worthwhile to go back and re-read the log-on
bulletins, you return to the main RBBS menu.
Then it happens. The RBBS provides the bait that entices you all the
way into the fiery hell of modem addiction. As you look at the RBBS
main menu to learn how to return to the log-on bulletins, you find an
item called FILES. By asking your host computer for FILES, you thread
the bait onto the hook of corruption; the FILES SUBMENU sets the hook.
You start running with the line when you LIST the files; you leap into
the air with the sheer joy of the fight when all those public domain
program titles and descriptions scroll by. They're FREE!!! All you
have to do is tell the bulletin board to download (transmit) them to
you. You download your first program and you're landed, in the creel,
cleaned and ready for the cooking fires. In just 55 minutes after
you logged-onto the board, you've downloaded six programs, one of them
is Andrew Fleugelman's PC-Talk, version 3 (truly an instrument for
evil).
RBBSLIST.DOC, which is also among the files you downloaded, contains a
list of a great number of bulletin boards throughout the country.
(There's evil all around us, constantly tempting us!) You print the
list and find about 60 RBBS phone numbers. (Have mercy on our souls!)
The list also gives you the hours of operation, communications
parameters and informs you about each board's specialty. You decide
to try PC-Talk and use it to dial-up an RBBS about three states away.
Since the line is busy, you pass the time entering all those RBBS
phone numbers into PC-Talk's voluminous dialing directory.
You try the number again -- still busy. You think, "Hey, there's one
that specializes in Pascal programs. Maybe I'l try it. It's about
half-way across the country, but it's after 5pm and the phone rates
have changed. It won't be too expensive."
The Pascal board answers. After 45 minutes you've downloaded another
five programs. Then you call another board -- only this one's
completely across the country from California, in Florida. And so it
goes on into the night... And the next night... And the next...
Some days it gets to you. You begin to feel the dirtiness of modem
addiction, particularly when your wife makes you feel like a child by
berating you for those astronomical phone bills -- if she hasn't
divorced you by then. Every time you sit down before your IBM PC to
do some work, you dial up another RBBS instead. If that one's busy,
you call another, and another, until you connect. Then you feel OK,
almost "high." When you finally hang up, you still can't work; you
can only dial up another RBBS.
Your downfall as an on-line addict is just another one of this
society's terrible tragedies, such as polygamy or the compulsion to
circle all the numbers on computer magazine "bingo cards." Eventually
your whole social life relies upon only the messages you find on
electronic bulletin boards; your only happiness is the programs you
have downloaded. (You never try any of them, you only collect them.)
Hope exists, however. We, the dedicated but under-paid staff of
Modems Anonymous, have done extensive research to find a cure for
modem mania, which has been ruining hundreds of lives. And we have
succeeded in our quest. The cure is really quite simple, yet
effective:
Set up your own remote bulletin board service. Then
all the other modem addicts will phone you, and their
wives can nag at them about $450 phone bills. And you
can find peace -- at last.