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"This
has to mean something. Maybe someday I'll figure out what... I'm glad this
one isn't lost..." David
Mulhern |
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The machine seemed strange to me. To use it, I would have to enter the code. I couldn't get back in without the code. The code was a scent. It was a scent I knew I didn't have. Number 10, I believe. The hatch opened and I went out into the night. I knew I was trying to save someone in the future. I had to retrieve something. I had to figure something out. I talked to someone in the street. "Computer, read me file 379." I said. She did. It was about pollen, and how many people it killed. I had to save someone in the future. I thought my dream was trying to tell my waking self something. - |
Date: 10.19.98 |
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