If one was to trip this electric station here in town, the poor saps cryogenically frozen would start to thaw.
"This isn't a bad thing to do, " thought Mickey, yanking the cryo cords, escaping, and taking his Walt back to the cave outside Disney World.
"I don't know if he'd make such a good President now, though, anymore..."
It's funny. He wears this thing. A little thing, like a contact lens. When's he's 'doing his business' and 'conducting his affairs' (Don't shit where you screw!?) on-line, or on the john, he looks like he's entranced in REM sleep. Maybe more of these things get around after the War (yeehaw(!)), they'll need an even newer and bigger kind of power station, ironically; like a great lighthouse, like a sentinel to all the World, (and what's left of the world inside behind the lenses). We'll be REM 'Lookers', so to speak. And with all the advances in cosmetic surgery & programmed morality, we'll probably ALL be 'Good Lookers', too.
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