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a very very blue, very very clear sky. an elegant metal flying vehicle traverses that sky with no evident means of propulsion. no body, only a viewpoint, yet someone also inside. gradually I come to think of this as not my present but my future, in a utopian, ecologically aware time period, underpopulated (by humans). the landscape has an IMAX/CGI crystalline hyperreality.
me: "what does it [the vehicle] run on?"
him: "tomatoes." (after a pause:) "do you know where North Pole is?"
I rationalize this as an indication that the engine derives energy by breaking down the chemical elements of the tomato. but I suspect that the flyer does, simpy, in fact, run on tomatoes. the vehicle has travelled far from the cities (or equivalent) and into the far north, endless vistas of icy white mountains. the plot could have taken me north to kill me for all I know and no one would know.
me: "what does it [the vehicle] run on?"
him: "tomatoes." (after a pause:) "do you know where North Pole is?"
I rationalize this as an indication that the engine derives energy by breaking down the chemical elements of the tomato. but I suspect that the flyer does, simpy, in fact, run on tomatoes. the vehicle has travelled far from the cities (or equivalent) and into the far north, endless vistas of icy white mountains. the plot could have taken me north to kill me for all I know and no one would know.