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07-12-2010, 06:56 AM
I'm driving into San Francisco on a cloudy day and it's totally deserted. There are no cars on the streets. I'm shocked at how clean it is, not a scrap of trash nor a speck of graffiti. The houses are freshly painted and the windows are clean. There are no curtains or shades drawn. The windows appear as empty black squares and rectangles. I know that the people who left were instructed to leave the windows uncovered.
I park the car in the parking lot of a single story house that is now an office. There are two other cars in the lot that belong to the two men in the office. One of them is a friend and coworker. We are retrieving business records before the deadline to vacate the city. I get the impression that San Francisco was meticulously cleaned and abandoned for the benefit of new owners. I suspect that the city has been given to extra-terrestials in a treaty, or that it could be some kind of baited trap for them. I don't tell the two men because they already seem to know this.
I park the car in the parking lot of a single story house that is now an office. There are two other cars in the lot that belong to the two men in the office. One of them is a friend and coworker. We are retrieving business records before the deadline to vacate the city. I get the impression that San Francisco was meticulously cleaned and abandoned for the benefit of new owners. I suspect that the city has been given to extra-terrestials in a treaty, or that it could be some kind of baited trap for them. I don't tell the two men because they already seem to know this.