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The Doberman Drone and Apophis

    Hey, everyone. Glad you stopped by the green retreat. If you felt a breeze about 1 A.M. it was an asteroid going by Earth. The asteroid has a name, Apophis. This is the name of the Egyptian god of death, which would seem appropriate.
     There is a website or two which I could have gone to and watched telescope images of the passage of this bad boy. I was busy at the time and missed it. It is over a thousand feet wide and would make quite an impression if it hit Earth on its next pass. (2029?) The odds of that are astronomical, no pun intended. Gizmodo has a cool video animation of what would happen to our planet if the asteroid struck.
    Another cool thing about Apophis is this. The Rage game which I enjoy so much on my Padster? It talks about Apophis smashing into Earth and only the people buried in Arks survived.
     Hey, I was over at Huff Post tonight and saw a scary video of a U.S. Military Drone. It is built to look like a Doberman. It has weird objects that look like packs on its back and it has long black legs. The darn thing can run 25 miles per hour. I am afraid that a day will come when drones like this will be searching for people in the woods. Maybe even American people. People who have a different religion or politics or refuse to knuckle under to having a computer chip installed in their body. Sound like science fiction? Sure, I write a little sci-fi...
    I also saw a video of the new smart glasses. They will hook to your Kindle Fire and whatever is on your tablet will be projected on the eye piece. I can't say that I just have to have one. Seems a bit much. They are projected to cost around $500. I'd buy some specs that gave you X-Ray vision, though. Purely for humanitarian purposes, of course. Ha, ha.
       In closing, on this night of conspiracy themes, I read a story about George Orwell tonight. He was the dude that wrote 1984, about Big Brother is watching you and all that government control stuff. He wrote under a pen name and someone asked why didn't he just legally change his name? He said that if he did, then he'd have to make up a new name to write under. Ha, ha. Sleep well, Apophis has passed by on its lonely, cold journey and Big Brother is still in his adolescence.
    I'm CE Wills.

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