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butane-operated deity replied within a week, in its own vague way: Marge received Bob’s billfold, his shoes, and a suitcase full of dirty socks and underwear.
    National Arsenamid debated carrying on with the project alone, without the Army. They thought of consulting MacCormick Hines, but no doubt he would consider this a trivial matter and resent the intrusion. Someone suggested interesting the Navy in making men out of sea-water. But Doctor Donagon’s suicide made their decision for them: the project was over.
    Four reels of tape went on sale in a US Govt. Surplus store in the Midwest, ‘PUT YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW ON TAPE—SHE’LL DIGIT!!!’ read the dayglo sign, ‘RARE MÜLLER-FORKER TAPE,
    FANTASTIC BARGAIN!!!!’
    The Army shifted eggs to another basket. In Oregon, a team of biochemists and psychologists were trying to make bears smarter…

Three: The Ox
     
    THOUGHTS OF CHAIRMAN MAN
    ………. An hour late later jelly days jelly days the bell goes on and on fire I am bladderful late for school at the office
    I struggle to stand up somebody has filled the room with plastic amber ice folding me in fakery: folded gyptian mummy folded dead hand card trick gypson giant in the cardifferent twilight of the twomb
    (painted on my eye the impenetrable blue jelly of ‘this world’)
    Poe I think of Poe with the opium horrors groping his way to the writing table at dusk or is it dawn: ‘There came to my nostrils the strong peculiar odor of moist earth’
    So buried alone alive there it is thats life thats life with digby o’dell one of lifes little jokes laff along with charlie chapfall red skeleton milton burial well now tell me mr bones I never seed such a john buryman routine at dusk or was it dawn I must look it up look up
    I must be stuck here stuck here or something stuck
    As it was is and ever shall be world without anything the experimenters standing there one writing on his clipboard(.) one looking thoughtful one sucking his pencil waxworks all we must be stuck here the film is stuck or
    Picking my nose too that ought to give the archaeologists a few laughs the strong peculiar digit DIGIT O christ I must be I am Im on tape
    Yes
    Well 111 be damned (Hey Lullay, etc)
    NEMA LIVE SU REVILED
    On another level all this word soup has generated another presence, just as IAO generate the alifbet and just as deep structures generate surface structures. I have called the other presence tentatively God. It may not be God. It may not be another presence. It may originate from:
    (1) The machine or part of the machine.
    (2) My brain or part of my brain.
    (3) Some physical outside source, neither machine nor brain.
    (4) Some non-physical outside source.
    (5) Nowhere and nothing (in the case it really is God).
    (6) One of the ten combinations of (1) through (5), in pairs.
    (7) One of the ten combinations of three of (1) through (5).
    (8) One of the five combinations of four of (1) through (5).
    (9) All of (1) through (5).
    (10)None of the above.
    It all operates like some think tank, where all the words, in crisp shirts (plastic pocket protectors for slide rule, red pencil, black pencil, pen)
confer
—run around
conferring
—the important words forming their teams of lesser words, talking up enthusiasm for this project: ‘All right, fellas, the buzzword around here today is going to be “epiphany”. Bounce that idea around, examine the macro-structure, get the big depth picture. Sam, you’ll be handling the theological end of this, I want to see you work nice and close with Bud’s team, they’re looking at the “weak force” angle. Let’s get at the interface of this problem, guys. Let’s state our tentative objective as the answer to “Who made you?” ’
    Then in the beginning was the word, only now there’s too much word, its face is like a teleprompter and the answers keep rolling across, answers to questions I haven’t thought of asking yet—have I?—and there isn’t any way of shutting it off. Maybe my mind