On Having Joined A Select Group Of Nations
Last night in a dream, I bought an H-bomb. It was from a company called Radioactive Factions, was kind of heavy but small enough to fit into the back seat of my car, and it cost $14,000. A great value. Originally, I'd bought the Bomb in order to infiltrate an expatriate Russian arms-dealing network (I repeat, this was in a dream) because I thought it irresponsible for them to go around selling cheap thermonuclear devices. After taking delivery of it, though, and while on the freeway tailing the dealer's old white Ford pickup back to his lair (it looked like he was heading for Everett, WA), my mind started working on the implications of Bomb ownership. I liked them.