Chapter 9: Snow
'Say Professor... what was this thing called snow? Was it fallout from the chemical stacks? Says here the stuff would take weeks to go, leaving death and misery in its tracks. Would you remember its cold attacks?' 'Yes, I remember... a new morn's adorn, reawakening the child inside again. The sight was like an earth reborn with naught a blemish to mark its skin...' Quickly, he repressed a heartfelt grin. 'But there are no more winters here, my son; not in this atmosphere, my child. The cold flakes would never stand this heat, and Weather Control knows we can't compete with such a nuissance in the street forcing walking on people who normally run, or a rippling crippling effect to make glum their emotional crutch of a comfortable sun. Why, snow's evil effects can turn people wild; the reflecting glare make tempers flare A lonely one pulls out a gun and can't remember what he's done. DOES THAT ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, INQUISITIVE ONE ?!? Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 27 2001 09:16 AM PST, yes 0 • 11 • 9
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"'Say Professor... what was this thing called snow?..."