One Director was tapping his

  forehead with the eraser end of a pencil, have to adapt, have to adapt; the keynote of an inconclusive "bill of rights" for use of airspace on the "innertubes" had nutcrackered people into thoughts on how, how to condense so much information. 

  Translucent curtains blew gently to and fro hanging in the Industrial Space window opening.  The film critics had been invited into the mishmosh area of screens and monitors and television sets just for sizing.  On the walls, on sheets of textiles were projections, takes and cuts, "save it all," a pianist put a pencil between his teeth and began to just play.

A lot of the pieces of the puzzle

had been solved.  As well as immediate crisis health care given.  The Impact Zone teams were about to pirouette or do a rotation. 

  "Obviously, we've missed something," a woman fainted when it happened. 

     Somehow like plants that bloom together/apart only sometimes, terrorists cut themselves out of plastick'd areas and boxes.  And humanoids were swimming across channels.

People were guardedly marveling at

  "OMG," coffee was part spit out, part swallowed, "Whatever it is, it's stuck in Kramer's hair!"  She backed her two pounds slimmer butt against the steaming radiator and didn't appear to be yelling out the window, It's STUCK IN MY FRIEND'S HAIR...

"It's an every holiday gift,"

 

"Body dump," someone would call out.

  When the troupes got to California from the Turks and Caicos it was the last of the port-raped and lit on fire.  "No more dancing for me for a while," an Everest climber/ballet dancer winced at another person's injuries from a stretcher.  The stretcher was being taken to an area airport so eager-to-travelers could see some truth.  The third world economy of tourism had had its ups and downs.  Prices of food and fuel were about to sky rocket. "It's their choice, right?"  Agents were being updated in-person by people hearing from people close to the Authorities.  "Case by case if we have to," multi-disciplinary teams were processing it all.

  "They'll have to sell more than our newborns to make up for their spending!!!!" A rabid Republican was outing the jet set Democrats on "LIVE TV" until National Guard people pulled the cable out of the wall. 

  "There would be no way to describe what we've all seen," a Spokesperson spoke for the media's lawyers who were representing various pooled pools.  "Advocates" turned colored clothing inside out so everyone was suddenly wearing black.

 

  Prosthetics that had been hastily doled out and put near and on "stumps" were oozing blood.  "Half the fresh bodies are just street people!" 

  "What's that supposed to mean?" A well-dressed lady pulled a large revolver out of a handbag.  "I've asked a question." MPs took steps towards.

  "M'am, here in the great state of California, the health care is non-existent now," a face skin peeling sunburned man began to explain.  "Don't come any closer," the lady's own Security stepped out of the crowd and made a semi-circle around her.

A British phonebox that had

  been on a jet plane for Movie propland was shelter for four of us as a blizzard-twister corked the patch of tundra in. 

  "What's going to happen to yours?" 

  "My what?" The girl asked as she unlocked her snow boots and put on soft leather slippers. 

  "Your people?" 

  "Don't touch my butt."  Hard objects were rapidly removed by each person and put behind.  Slightest changes in temperature can crack most of these metals.  We'll put them near the glass, then acclamate them to body temperature.  

  "They're not really mine anymore." She showed thread-sewn to the inside of a tank top strap, a wedding band.  "But look at this footage before the film disintegrates.". 

  We watched, enthralled at the hypnotic motion of the spirals and other dancing maneuvers.  

  "What was it?" Oh, that's cold.  "And you put these between your butt cheeks."  The waistbands were opened by others' hands, the depositing of survival rations inserted by selves.  

  "It began in a safe zone, where ta-trib-TAXES had been paid so some locals, very few, could participate in a festival.  The festival's outcome ensures nativity later in the seasonal cycles." 

  "But?" 

  "But the Saint's dowry was needed for children.  So..." 

  "Oh no, don't cry.  You'll lose body temperature, plus the ice crystals can get through your ducts into your blood stream as air bubbles.  Everybody calm, focus on breathing." The lashes of wind stalked across the plateau and passed over us but not without lacing the glass into a fogging/freezing etching of nature's fury.

"Let me adjust that for you."

  A woman stepped forward to tighten the saddle on a horse and rider bearing Our flag.  A weathered 2x4 plow that had been used as a step-up broke.  Someone started to lift it back away from the clutch of stepping up.  In binoculars from pretty far away this got entwined with some Native peoples preparing deermeat.  To the extent of a kind of "medicine person" offering an animal's heart back to the planet by holding it up in a clenched fist.  It got squeezed hard and squirted the blood that spray-dropped on the flag when the person had a sudden heart attack at the fear of violence.  

  "Keep writing your little notes dear," an Alaskan Council woman who'd walked right into the line of warning fire to talk to the people providing couple had come back and said.  "ONTO JUNO!" Her husband ordered the go-aheads of the re-inState-ing. 

  Other groups shared the most up-to-date above ground photographs showing thin stretches and patches of distinction between State and Territory.