Date: Fri, 6 Jan 1995 07:06:43 -0700
Title: Heavy Metal bars earthman

Morning again at the Center.  She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do
but since it was her first day she decided to look busy.  There were
cameras everywhere, no red lights on any of them, but the physical
evidence, looking at the camera straight-on carefully avoiding the rush of
paranoia knowing she was looking someone right in the eye just to see if
there REALLY was someplace for a red light to reside on the smooth black
curved surface with only the blank look of two lenses, side by side,
constantly adjusting, moving, silently back and forth as she came closer or
moved back.  No red light.  Might as well get busy.
letters signed envelopes addressed letter head matches envelope.  Fold
letter put into envelope.  155 of them.  Done in 31 minutes.  dictaphone.
headset.  Instructions type following messages, 2 copies each message,
please.

By the time she was able to look at the clock it was breaktime.  15
minutes.  Walk outside, near the parking lot feeling the warm La Jolla Air
with wisps of fog blowing across the distant field.  Shivering, in the
parking lot, was parked a Harley with the name HARLEY painted in bright
YELLOW on black background, across the side of the gas tank.  "Hi Harley,"
she said approaching the machine.  She thought she was being pretty bold
but Harley started looking a bit warmer on her approach.

As she mounted Harley her thoughts were on the beach down in Baja with warm
deep sands and the mingling of desert and beachlands.  They were the best
days and Harley brought it all back to her.  As Harley floated away no one
noticed the faint glow about them, just that they were damned happy
together.  Harley was headed for Bikers.  It was to be a test and she knew
it.  She also knew she could survive any trivia because she had seen the
dark side too many times.  Metal Bars were no strangers to her both
psychologically and -- historically.  She could feel her neck muscles
tighten as her thoughts wandered back over the years she never mentioned to
anyone.


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