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Umhm.
Wait. Racism? You don't know anybody who's black!
I just walked all the way from Westside to here. I haven't walked that far since junior high. I thought you didn't drink.
I don't anymore.
Can I have some?
Knock yourself out.
You know, one moment things are so fucked up than you look at it from a totally different angle and it makes sense.
Yeah.
Did you ever hear that saying, "This too shall pass"?
Sure, all the time, in Group.
In Group?
Rehab. Outpatient. I have to go once a week. It's kind of like AA.
Oh, yeah, you had to go to Highgate. That must've been intense.
Intense.
How long were you in there?
Uh, ninety days. And now I just have to go once a week. See, I'm rehabilitated.
Well, you shouldn't drink. Are you gonna drink?
No. Oh, maybe. Fuck.
I mean, that would suck if you had to go back to rehab.
Yeah, it would suck big time. I'd kill myself first.
It was pretty bad, huh?
It was like hell with windows. You know, there's shit on the walls. Kids my age sucking their thumbs. I mean, every day I would, I'd wake up in my cell and I'd think, my parents put me here. Why? Why? Because I stayed out all night one time. Uh, because I broke the VCR when I was drunk. Because I was out of control. I thought my parents loved me.
We were all riding around and it suddenly hit me what we were doing. We were getting off on the fact that we're in a car teen feet longer than all the rest. And I got out and I just started walking.
Yeah.
Well, what it was... I, I don't want to admit it, but, you know, I was jealous of Pony.
Well, sure, he's rich and he's famous. He's got everything and you've got nothing.
Yeah, but, when I was walking, I realized that he's stuck in that limo all the time. He's stuck with his interviews, he's stuck with his autograph, he has to do whatever his manager tells him to do, you know? He's not free. He's just part of the machine, and if you think about it, freedom's all that there really is.
Yeah, I guess.
You know? And it used to scare me so much that I didn't know what was coming in my life.
Mmhm.
You know, like, like, I would always think, uh, you know, what if I make the wrong move? But maybe there isn't any right move. You know? I mean, look at us. You know, we all dress the same, we all talk the same, we all fuck the same, we all watch the same TV. Nobody's really different, even if they think they're different. "Oh, boy, look at my tattoo, you know?" And see, that's what makes me freak. Because I can do anything I want, as long as I don't care about the result.
At the bottom of mines?
Yes. The radioactivity could not penetrate a mine some thousands of feet deep.
In a matter of weeks, sufficient improvements for a dwelling space could be provided.
But they couldn't come out for a hundred years!
Mister President, man is an amazingly adaptable creature. After all, the conditions would be far superior to those, say, of the Nazi concentration camps, where there is ample evidence most of the wretched creatures clung desperately to life.
It would not be difficult. Nuclear reactors could provide power almost indefinitely. Greenhouses could maintain plant life. Animals could be bred and slaughtered. A quick survey would have to be made of all the suitable minesites in the country, but I shouldn't be surprised if several hundred thousand of our people could be accomodatedd. Every nation would undoubtedly follow suit.
But who would be chosen?
A special committee would have to be appointed to study and recommend the criteria to be employed, but offhand, I should say that in addition to the factors of youth, health, sexual fertility, intelligence, and a crosssection of necessary skills, it would be absolutely vital that our top government and military men be included, to impart the required principles of leadership and tradition.
When they emerge, a good deal of present real estate and machine tools will still be recoverable, if they are mothballed in advance. I would guess they could then work their way back to our present gross national product within twenty years.
But, look here, Von Klutz. Won't this nucleus of survivors be so shocked, griefstricken, and anguished that they will envy the dead, and indeed, not wish to go on living?
Certainly not, sir. When they go down into the mine, everyone else will still be alive. They will have no shocking memories, and the prevailing emotion should be one of a nostalgia for those
In about twenty minutes we start losing height to keep under coastal radar. Cross in over the coast lowlevel, continue low level on zigzag legs to primary, and climb for bomb run. Any questions?
I've got one.
Shoot, Lothar.
Our targets are a missile complex and an airfield not cities, right?
That's what I said.
Well, if there's a war, they must have hit us first.
What's your point, Lothar?
Well, if they hit us first, they've probably fired off their missiles and got their planes off the ground already. We'll just be hitting empty real estate.
Are you saying our order don't make sense?
Hellnno, Major. I was just trying to think the thing through.
Check target approach.
Bomb doors circuit is green, bomb release circuit is green, bomb fusing circuit is green.
Check, all bomb circuits green. Okay, Lothar.
When do you want to arm the bomb for the primary, Major?
As soon as I've checked over the route. About five minutes. All right?
Primary circuit is live.
Primary trigger switch.
Release first safety.
First safety.
Second safety.
Seond safety.
Fusing for ten thousand air burst.
Check, ten thousand air burst.
Master safety.
Master Kong.
Primary bomb is live.
All right, Lothat, that does it. Master safety on now until bomb run.
Master safety on.
Let's have a rundown on the damage, Lothar?
Everything still checks out okay.
Binky?
Yes, Major.
Lothar, get up here fast, and bring your First Aid kit! I'm hit kinda bad, I think.
Can't "Ace" help you?
He's dead.
What happened?
I bit his jugular vein. Now will you shut up and get up here???
Sure! Sure, I'm on my way.
Where'd they get you?
In the back...feels like an arrowhead.
How do you know he's dead?
Hell, he looks dead.
He's dead, all right.
Listen, give me a shot quick!
I don't know what we got left besides Bim and Bam.
Quentin, how's your gear?
No, look! It's "OPE Recall Mistake."
Recall what mistake?
No, I think it means, "Recall period Mistake," and the OPE is probably the CRM114 code. Terry?
You sure have to hand it to those guys.
What do you mean?
I mean pulling a stunt like that.
What are you talking about?
What do you mean?
Well, we sure as hell aren't going home just because the enemy tells us to.
Wait a minute, Major. "OPE," that's the recall code. Where would they get that?
You tell me.
They must have gotten it from the base. No one else would know it.