deathcloset's Journal: book2:chapter 1-11.x

"dude, remember when I cured cancer" said bill gates.

"Kow-Ree-Uhns!" my brother said with re-emphasis on this formerly proven point. "they were the ones who aged the cancer cells, bill."

"that sounded like samwise saying poe-tay-toes in jrr tolkien's lord of the rings, the two towers." I observed.

Bill began speaking in his best convincing tone, "look, they OBVIOUSLY used microsoft products somewhere in the development chain."

my brother said nothing.

"eh? EH?" bill gates elbowed my brother while raising his eyebrows.

My brother was obviously not in the mood, "and when did you start doing that eyebrow thing? like groucho marx or something."

At this point I felt it was a good idea for me to butt-in on this little spat. But as I was beggining to speak I was halted by what lay before us.

imagine, if you will, a 100 kilometer diameter Tube. imagine it's 1 megameter in length. there are clouds in it. It's got spaceships and shit flying around in it.