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On my tombstone it will say: "He always kept abreast of the latest technology."



One day while I was at home watching television there was a knock on my door. It was Carl Sagan. He told me the planet was in grave danger and that I was the only one who could save it. I said he must have the wrong guy. I slammed the door, locked it and went back to watching TV.



About a week later while I was doing dishes, I recieved a phone call from Bob Dylan. He told me that Carl Sagan had been murdured. I said who did this? He said "if you want to make the journey you’d be the only one. There’s no answers without questions. You wouln’t even know if it’s the devil’s hand that beckons. But you must go."



I stepped out the door and the balcony fell beneath me. When I got up from the concrete ground my knees were sore and my head and hands were bleeding. Dylan dusted me off and offered me a puff from a joint. I took a long deep draw and before I could caugh from the burn a shot rang out. I swear I heard and felt a bullet pass my left ear. Dyland took my hand and we ran to his car he peeled away as bullets pierced the rear window.



I asked who was shooting at us? Dylan said it was the long arm of the law. The power of politics. An apathetic rambler. He said I knew and he said I knew that’s why he couldn’t say. I said I did understand and that I was glad that we were safe. I thanked him and he drove on silently for 15 minutes. it was dark and the stars were dim above the city lights.



Finally he said "you’ve got to retaliate before the evil takes over. I’m taking you to the center of evil. If you don’t kill it at the root it’ll come back stronger. You’re life is on the line. Are you in?".



I consented in spite of my apprehension. When we arrived at the center of evil Dylan advised me that I must meet every enemy with the energy of infinity or else I would fail for sure. I asked if he was coming with me. He said that he was too frail. I begged him to come. He dropped me off and drove away. Before he left though, he tossed me a finely sharpened switch blade knife. He said "i’m sorry but you will never feel safe."



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THIS MAN IS MAKING MONEY OFF OF OUR CREATIVITY!!! HE IS MAKING MONEY FROM IDEAS AND RELATIONSHIPS THAT WE HAVE CREATED. HE IS MAKING A PROFIT FROM US. TAKE PRIDE IN YOUR CREATIONS. VALUE THEM. DONT GIVE YOURSELF AWAY TO RUPERT FOR FREE. WHY SHOULD HE APPROPRIATE YOUR CREATIONS AND PROFIT FROM THEM WHILE YOU STRUGGLE?