The nations are completely befuddled with all their technology and methodology.
We flat don’t know folks. We done been bamboozled. Suppose there was a solar charged, dollar ninety five, radio somewhere on the outer skin of every passenger plane that woke up exactly on an hour line and sang its own serial number and “its time to shine” on an unusual frequency. Somewhere on a half mile of aluminum suspended 30 feet in the air wouldn’t it be hard for a terrorist or a crew member to find it and shut it up? Seems like they’ve got a hundred easy to get at transponders all over the place.
And another thing I suppose you think nobody would ever want to have sex with a salamander? Right? I thought so. That’s cause you haven’t read my new Kindle story yet, Caliaster Blue