As students we were dumfounded that east meeting west wasn't really about pandas.
We'd been lured and baited as the "best and brightest" but put into a proverbial blender of "intelligence". Our parents and guardians had warned us, It's really a marathon.
And it felt like that being grounded in Christ. Like the wild, wild west meets some kind of light show circus. We'd heard about Expos, but few Americans had a mental grip on how scary "enemy" could be.
And it could be anything.
A friend was explaining gastronomic nightmare of kafir and oats when the (prehistoric now) electric "cab" slammed on the brakes. A humanoid, big, tall, metallic black smooth face had stepped backwards off a curb, almost tipped over, reeled around waving its arms to re-balance. A woman was wagging her finger at the thing until a man revealed the remote box's wires had come disconnected.
"Leave it to the smart people," a renowned almost not a teenager anymore girl crossed her arms and planted her butt as a guy paid the cursing driver. "Come on," we dragged her out of the vehicle.
Barely a wisp of a wake had drug our raft to barely moving. Hard tack, 1000 year old fruit bar, "I'll just suck on it."
I bet the robot dog could tear off a piece. One's hand acted like he'd try. I screamed. Hands tackled my mouth and face and head and upper body. The raft tilted.
You take a turn. My eyes are stuck open but I'm not really seeing now.
Do you know what my mom does when we tell her, It's time; get ready for The End of the World?
I know you're mom.
She drops everything she's doing and gets the dog's bowl.
The man stood and did a slow yoga pose stretch. As he reached for the sky he joked about lasso'ng the moon. But there was more of a film of cloud over the moon way off than a clear photograph. Alright, I'll take it anyway. Thousands now? Better than twelve at a time and
The water moving almost tossed him overboard. I was harnessed and vested and with the other 180° view. What the fuck just happened?
I swear TO GOD.
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