First they come for the BSD workstations, then it's the coffee machines. After that, productivity collapses and it's all over for the humans. What plans do our cute-eyed platypus masters have in store? Only time will tell. And, y'know, asking them and stuff.
The airport at sunrise was a lot less interesting from this angle, inside the passenger concourse and insulated from the effects of the leakage. Outside it was different as whole swathes of 1949 reasserted themselves. Modern terminal structures turned into quonsets and tents, while an airbus on final approach became a DC-3.
Have you ticked the box marked 'driver admits to being an idiot'? Jolly good.
There's a bunch of stuff which keeps turning up to say 'we are the sum total of our experiences and our friends experiences. Marriage draws the circle closer and the tribe looks inward briefly to celebrate. Who's round is it?'
