Contributor: Robin Wyatt Dunn
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I believe in the future. I believe in the future. I believe I do good for my children’s future, come what may to this old Rome of ours, I believe in the Information State.
“What’s that, Dad?”
“That, daughter, is Yankee Stadium.”
I am only a product of the Enlightenment; so are you. Knowledge ceased to be occult back around 1700; that which God had hidden became only temporarily obscured, awaiting the righteous tools of men.
“Who is that, Daddy?”
“That’s who we’re looking for, honey.”
A pretty blonde.
“She’s pretty, Daddy.”
“Yes, she is, honey. And she’s bad.”
“She’s bad?”
I see if we can get a third confirmation on the iris scan: Interpol comes through at last; they only have half our processor chains.
“Yes, she is, honey....
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Robin Wyatt Dunn
