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2015.08.26
#1
We, men and women, are in dormitories - going to class in a gymnasium-like building, sitting on wood-and-metal bleachers.
Listening to a lecture about some kind of weapon system - rockets and guns.
All the while I am pursuing an amorous relationship with a very pretty young lady somewhere in the mix of threads.
I grew disgusted with their weapons class and decided to leave.
I took a piece of plastic from the end of one the exhibited missile-like things [there were a number of them stacked beside the bleachers].
It was a two-piece circular plastic mesh.
As I was walking out, the head instructor [Jason Robards*] politely confronted me about the piece.
He took it. informing me that it was classified.
He mentioned something about some kind [I can't remember the word] of "talk".
I went on out and down and ended up on another set of similar bleachers where I was met by my friend, Buck, with whom I had been sitting before.
 
* Jason Robards:  That's rather obvious, eh?  "A Boy And His Dog" and "The Day After"
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#2
Thank you, Toktomi! This is a perfect start. Thank you for incubating some dreams for our project!
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