Ramesy puttered up the the DOME. It was left over from another time, a time before the Free World. It shown like the sun. Entrances all over the place. He took a sip of the coffee. Damn it Connie, Fuck You. He took a swipe at the Biotique and placed it under his nose. Into his lapel he stated:
"Russal Ramesy - Containment Coordinator/BXGG, on site at the DOME, bio-metrics are set to now, LEFT, RIGHT, UP, DOWN. Checking them out. Ok-dokey."
He took another sip of his coffee. And got out of the car. He took a flash-light, and, a weapon he had not used forever.
"OK, so I am heading out. We may have to find entry...."
So went Russal Ramesy was nipped from the bud, way back when, a sensory was place just under the skull by a Med-0-bot. The sensory made everything from the brain report into the main frame. When he was just under one a Med-0-bot placed a nervous tunic ( the retina ) right behind the Mammalian eye. This too was down loaded into the main frame. Every thing the boy did was loaded into the main frame. From pre-school, to 5-14, Grade School, it was down loaded. From there he was placed under the military humanism, bringing humanitarian aid to disaster relief operations. Which meant, everyone.
Ramsey looked the DOME.
"Ok, DOME Entrances - A-17, looks like it is open, here we go....."
He drew out the flash-light, casting it around. The sun would start coming up and brighten everything. It was then he spotted the arm.
"Blast you Connie, damn you, Fuck, shit this...."
It was then Ramesy took a step back. Focus on what had to be done. They were all around him, not bodies, but the after effect of bodies.
To Sir With Love
13 years ago
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In one of those big white colonial houses in Calcutta or someplace like that, Colonel Bradford-
Shelby and Director Chen-Wu watched the feed from the agent at the Dome....things were looking somewhat confused....what was living and what was dead? How does one define those terms? The Colonel poured more brandy from the crystal carafe, and shot in a splash from the silver and glass soda water shooting thingy, whatever that is really called....the Director thanked him for the drink, took a good long sip, and said:"Damn it Bradford-Shelby, it looks like we'll have to run the old terminate, a what?"
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