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times which spoke volumes of family picnics and Roman Catholic Crusades,
holier-than-thou ideologies and hot dogs.
“What the fuck kind of radio stations are these?” Jason asked from the
back.
“The last one was college radio,” Alexi said over his shoulder.
“Project L.U.C.I.D. is being implemented at the direction of the Inner-
Circleof the MotherHiveBrain.” It said these last words unusually fast.
Ken and Alexi both shot each other questioning glances, and then
shrugged simultaneously. “Using the global Internet, the system has been
developed and is being installed by international corporations, working
jointly with United Nations consultants and U.S. intelligence and laws
enforcement personnel. This project has been underway for nearly a
decade and will hit full scale in the year 2003. Project L.U.C.I.D. is
Satan’s diabolical, end-times system of total and absolute human control.
It will put mankind under direct subjection to the Antichrist and his jackbooted,
Gestapo-thug, official-clothing-wearing-product-buying-sexcrazed-storm-troopers!
Every government on Earth will willingly cooperate
to oppress its citizens. There will be nowhere to hide!”
“This guy just might be onto something,” Jason said, only half jokingly.
Alexi was forced to half agree.
There were three buildings on the property—the house, where
Samantha’s family lived, the carriage house, which would later be used
for many of the get-togethers, and a crumbling old barn behind it. A path
led from the house up to a wide field on a hill. Beyond the field was a
forest, choked with brambles that clawed trees with bony hands.
You could feel the age in everything. It showed itself in how all the
pieces fit together, in how the wood smelled, in every creaking board and
rattling window. Each building retained an imprint of the people who
made them. The entire property had this quality, a haunted ache that
whispered the distant loss of a forgotten past through the trees Alexi was
reminded momentarily of his dreams the night before, but then realized
he couldn’t recall specifically what the contents of the dream had been.
He remembered the girls, of course…something about a bus? And
reptiles?
It was the forest that caught Jason’s attention immediately. “What’s
over there? It feels odd.”
Ken looked at Alexi knowingly. “Yeah, we’ve noticed the same
thing.”
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