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Rain hits the glass like an artist carelessly tossing paint onto paper. The sun ran away leaving the city drowsy and bleak. The chilling the air seeps into my marrow. Unknowingly, I am contaminated with radiation from Japanese nuclear reactors.
Academic:
The contaminated water evaporates from the nuclear reactor into the atmosphere; consequently, it absorbs into the cumulus cloud. The cumulus cloud then continues its path through the atmosphere gaining mass. Finally reaching maximum capacity, it deposits the rain, infused with radiation, onto a city in Georgia. Thus, forcing a cold front across the area and causing large hail to be dropped.
1960's Hippy:
"Hey man, did you hear the news?" TJ said.
"Naw bro, been protesting all night" Buck replied after taking a puff.
"It's them Japs man. They had a freaking tsunami and earthquake! Those nuclear-radioactives are gonna explode!"
"What are we gonna do? We told them, but they didn't listen. If the government wouldn't create war and weapons of mass destruction we wouldn't need nuclear power."
"Peace, man, is the only answer."
11 year old:
"Why can't we go outside?" he whined.
"Because it's raining" his mom replied for the hundreth time.
"But mom, I wanna go outside!"
"No, Ben. You'll get sick."
"But I wanna go outside!"
"I said no"
"But why?"
"Go to your room and don't come out til supper! Now"
North Georgia Mountains:
"Them dang Japs done it now!" Doc said as he sat rocking on the porch.
"I tell ya. It's payback. Yes-sir-ee, I tell ya. Payback for Pearl Harbor." Bubba drawled "What we gonna do Pop?"
"Boy, aint no need to panic. Just go down the street and buy us some 'municion. Then we'll get out the guns and oil em down."
Bubba, grunting and huffing, stood up and started down the street. Mumbling all the way about them "dang Japs" and "dang no-good, lazy Pop."
People in the town were used to Bubba and Doc. They ignored the racist remarks and felt obligated to make polite conversation with them if they happened to see them in town. Well, on their bathing days that is, but the other 6 days a week townsfolk avoided Doc and Bubba like the plague. It was no easy task, however, to avoid the dirt-stained handshake, the yellow-unbrushed teeth, and the stench of a body that hasn't been washed in days.
But on this day, where radiation contamination panic was rampant on the news, the town wondered if Doc and Bubba were right, for once. Conversation blossomed like Spring pollen throughout the town, lightly covering every conversation with the dust of panic.
"Maybe Doc got it right, ya think?"
"Well, where them Japs gonna go? I mean it's contaminatin' the whole dang island."
"There a'gonna come here. Gonna be a freakin' invasion."
"Yea, we gotta protect ourselves and our families!"
"The gov'ment aint gonna stop them. Diddn't stop the Mexicans from coming over. Better load up on food and water and guns. Soon we're gonna be overflowin with people-Mexicans, Japs, who's next?"
"What are we gonna do? We told them, but they didn't listen. If the government wouldn't create war and weapons of mass destruction we wouldn't need nuclear power."
"Peace, man, is the only answer."
11 year old:
"Why can't we go outside?" he whined.
"Because it's raining" his mom replied for the hundreth time.
"But mom, I wanna go outside!"
"No, Ben. You'll get sick."
"But I wanna go outside!"
"I said no"
"But why?"
"Go to your room and don't come out til supper! Now"
North Georgia Mountains:
"Them dang Japs done it now!" Doc said as he sat rocking on the porch.
"I tell ya. It's payback. Yes-sir-ee, I tell ya. Payback for Pearl Harbor." Bubba drawled "What we gonna do Pop?"
"Boy, aint no need to panic. Just go down the street and buy us some 'municion. Then we'll get out the guns and oil em down."
Bubba, grunting and huffing, stood up and started down the street. Mumbling all the way about them "dang Japs" and "dang no-good, lazy Pop."
People in the town were used to Bubba and Doc. They ignored the racist remarks and felt obligated to make polite conversation with them if they happened to see them in town. Well, on their bathing days that is, but the other 6 days a week townsfolk avoided Doc and Bubba like the plague. It was no easy task, however, to avoid the dirt-stained handshake, the yellow-unbrushed teeth, and the stench of a body that hasn't been washed in days.
But on this day, where radiation contamination panic was rampant on the news, the town wondered if Doc and Bubba were right, for once. Conversation blossomed like Spring pollen throughout the town, lightly covering every conversation with the dust of panic.
"Maybe Doc got it right, ya think?"
"Well, where them Japs gonna go? I mean it's contaminatin' the whole dang island."
"There a'gonna come here. Gonna be a freakin' invasion."
"Yea, we gotta protect ourselves and our families!"
"The gov'ment aint gonna stop them. Diddn't stop the Mexicans from coming over. Better load up on food and water and guns. Soon we're gonna be overflowin with people-Mexicans, Japs, who's next?"
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