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Show Flying - 122 and sing my notes. I rejoice in my willing acceptance of necessity. I am a part of the whole. I perform an act of love. All the teletypes are part of a single net. Through his fingertip's John Henry feels the vast electronic organism spread out over the California hills. He can reach with quick fingers into every corner of these mountains. Omniscient John Henry spreading his slender tentacles all along the coast. Back along the thin thread comes knowledge. If only Tovar wasn't such a prick, John Henry could with pleasure spend the rest of his Army time in the Systems Control Van, keeping track of the united efforts of the entire Fifty-third Signal Battalion, doing his bit for the war, happy to play his small part in this vast machine. Like the few good days at Fort Gordon when we marched back from class behind the guidon and sang. Sound off. I had a good home and I left. Or that one parade when the band was good and I found myself believing it. Esprit de corps. If only Tovar wasn't such a complete prick. There is joy in the sound of the bell announcing a new message. His fingers race along the keys to acknowledge it. "Can you not work faster, Pierson?" says Tovar looming over him. "We must always stay on top of what is happening, here in Systems Control." Around three o'clock there is a lull and John Henry |