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Feb 2014
There had been some sort of attack.. something was compromised. We had to get the rocket up to a certain height to destroy the source of the infection but there was no fuel-- until we remembered we had certain small quantities of nuclear fuel in storage somewhere far below in the machinery.

I could travel to distant planets but I had to go to a certain street at the back of a small english housing complex. The dirt paths were muddy and all of the buildings were covered in pieces of paper with warnings on them. Mom and I went. I wanted to show her this new trick.

We travelled to other planets by dressing warmly and laying back with our eyes closed in the front seat of the car. And then you were there. And you could do things and interact with people and bring stuff back. But you always awoke again in the front seat of the car. Mom didn't believe it and so she was fidgeting and talking and I never travelled anywhere at all.
J Arturo
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J Arturo  Ecuador
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