Perhaps their programming set up a metaprogram in our computer that interfaced their data wave fronts directly with our memory banks.

Songs From The Stars, by Norman Spinrad

You just don’t hear “memory banks” enough anymore these days.

I guess I have to admit that when I said before in that other post that I haven’t been reading anything, that was kind of a fib. This book has been in my bag for a while now, so I have something to do while Justin is in karate. There is not an inside waiting area, so the parents just have to hang out in their cars in the parking lot. Despite having seventeen gadgets specifically designed to entertain me while sitting and waiting in the car, reading is still my favorite. I enjoyed dragging this book out over the space of months, I always looked forward to getting to spend an hour with Clear Blue Lou and Sunshine Sue, I’m kind of sad it’s over really. But I will be looking out for more Norman Spinrad. Aparently according to the internet, The Demolished Man is some kind of classic, so I’m sure that’ll be fun. I’d rather be hanging out in La Mirage though probably.