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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4735774" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Dreams: Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>For the past six months, Guppy hadn’t been able to sleep. </p><p></p><p>He stood at a gate counter. An attendant smiled at him. “Check-in for that flight doesn't begin for another two hours, sir.”</p><p></p><p>Guppy looked with blearing eyes at his watch. Majestic-12 had taken away his cistron. He stepped away and looked at an overhanging clock. </p><p></p><p>Pacific, Mountain, Central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This was Guppy’s life, and it was ending one minute at a time.</p><p></p><p>His eyes snapped open as the plane landed. He woke up at Air Harbor International.</p><p></p><p>Guppy sat next to a frumpy woman. They chatted. Guppy turned to look at his food, took a bite. He turned back and saw…</p><p></p><p>…a bald man next to him, talking. Guppy took another bite, turned back and it was...</p><p></p><p>…a businessman next to him. Guppy took another bite, turned back, and it was...</p><p></p><p>…a business woman next to him.</p><p></p><p>Guppy’s eyes snapped open. </p><p></p><p>Turgid silence. Guppy turned to the window. </p><p></p><p>He saw a glowing light next to the airplane and for a second he could see a grey, bulbous head staring at him through the window. There was a bright light and a feeling of intense heat …</p><p></p><p>The plane buckled -- the cabin wobbled. People panicked. Masks dropped. </p><p></p><p>Then the side of the plane sheared off. Screaming passengers were sucked out into the night air, flying past the quivering wind. Magazines and other objects flew everywhere. </p><p></p><p>DING! -- the seatbelt light went out. Guppy snapped awake. Everything was normal. Some passengers got out of their seats. </p><p></p><p>From next to Guppy he heard, “There are three ways to make napalm. One, mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice..."</p><p></p><p>He turned to see a steely-eyed man with a crew cut. “Two, equal parts gasoline and diet cola,” he continued. “Three, dissolve kitty-litter in gasoline until the mixture is thick." He offered Guppy his hand. “Fred Butts. You can call me Freddy.”</p><p></p><p>"Hank," said Guppy, shaking Freddy's hand slowly. "Hank Gupta."</p><p></p><p>“You know why they have oxygen masks on planes? Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, we're taking giant, panicked breaths...” Freddy grabbed a safety instruction card from the seatback and handed it to Guppy. “Suddenly, we become euphoric and docile. We accept our fate.” </p><p></p><p>Freddy pointed to passive faces on the drawn figures. “Emergency water landing, six hundred miles per hour. Blank faces -- calm as Hindu cows." Freddy reached under the seat in front of him and lifted a briefcase. He turned the top of his briefcase toward Guppy. “Open it.”</p><p></p><p>When Guppy opened the lid, he saw quaintly wrapped bars of soap. “Soap -- the yardstick of civilization.” Freddy reached into his pocket. “I make and sell soap...” He handed Guppy his card: THE PAPER STREET SOAP COMPANY.</p><p></p><p>“If you were to add nitric acid to the soap-making process, one would get nitroglycerin. With enough soap, one could blow up the world, if one were so inclined.” Freddy snapped the briefcase shut. “We are defined by the choices we make.”</p><p></p><p>Freddy went to the curtain dividing First Class, slapped the curtain aside and sat in an empty seat. </p><p></p><p>Guppy looked at the card. It had only a phone number.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4735774, member: 3285"] [b]Dreams: Prologue[/b] For the past six months, Guppy hadn’t been able to sleep. He stood at a gate counter. An attendant smiled at him. “Check-in for that flight doesn't begin for another two hours, sir.” Guppy looked with blearing eyes at his watch. Majestic-12 had taken away his cistron. He stepped away and looked at an overhanging clock. Pacific, Mountain, Central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This was Guppy’s life, and it was ending one minute at a time. His eyes snapped open as the plane landed. He woke up at Air Harbor International. Guppy sat next to a frumpy woman. They chatted. Guppy turned to look at his food, took a bite. He turned back and saw… …a bald man next to him, talking. Guppy took another bite, turned back and it was... …a businessman next to him. Guppy took another bite, turned back, and it was... …a business woman next to him. Guppy’s eyes snapped open. Turgid silence. Guppy turned to the window. He saw a glowing light next to the airplane and for a second he could see a grey, bulbous head staring at him through the window. There was a bright light and a feeling of intense heat … The plane buckled -- the cabin wobbled. People panicked. Masks dropped. Then the side of the plane sheared off. Screaming passengers were sucked out into the night air, flying past the quivering wind. Magazines and other objects flew everywhere. DING! -- the seatbelt light went out. Guppy snapped awake. Everything was normal. Some passengers got out of their seats. From next to Guppy he heard, “There are three ways to make napalm. One, mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice..." He turned to see a steely-eyed man with a crew cut. “Two, equal parts gasoline and diet cola,” he continued. “Three, dissolve kitty-litter in gasoline until the mixture is thick." He offered Guppy his hand. “Fred Butts. You can call me Freddy.” "Hank," said Guppy, shaking Freddy's hand slowly. "Hank Gupta." “You know why they have oxygen masks on planes? Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, we're taking giant, panicked breaths...” Freddy grabbed a safety instruction card from the seatback and handed it to Guppy. “Suddenly, we become euphoric and docile. We accept our fate.” Freddy pointed to passive faces on the drawn figures. “Emergency water landing, six hundred miles per hour. Blank faces -- calm as Hindu cows." Freddy reached under the seat in front of him and lifted a briefcase. He turned the top of his briefcase toward Guppy. “Open it.” When Guppy opened the lid, he saw quaintly wrapped bars of soap. “Soap -- the yardstick of civilization.” Freddy reached into his pocket. “I make and sell soap...” He handed Guppy his card: THE PAPER STREET SOAP COMPANY. “If you were to add nitric acid to the soap-making process, one would get nitroglycerin. With enough soap, one could blow up the world, if one were so inclined.” Freddy snapped the briefcase shut. “We are defined by the choices we make.” Freddy went to the curtain dividing First Class, slapped the curtain aside and sat in an empty seat. Guppy looked at the card. It had only a phone number. [/QUOTE]
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