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a beautiful man…copy of me before the new-metal steel…Well,how had he fared with the War…why did he,the man of Faith…bring me only a message of tears…Was he telling me how sorry he was at my condition, each new-metal part of me but a faucet to turn on his tears?

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Our world ministers negotiated and drew up some good rules for a dirty war. Even a dirty war must have good rules,they said…You know who won…He won with a rotten underhanded dirty trick,this vile vile man…his plaques are bigger than mine! HIS ARE FIRST-PLACE PLAQUES…l HATE HIM!

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He had become stronger in faith…sure of the Promises…things that couldn't be proved,but…surely there-he said. I became one to question…With the littlest hint of a threat I would reach for the ball peen of steel…not talk of a Beautiful Hour…Our lives went their different ways.

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But we were MEN!…When our beautiful plans for war went alive in the world…the White Witch rockets firing,the wow bombs grandly falling…and all the other hardware of our Joy-at-War beautifully functioning—we knew what we were doing. We lived, we felt….

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Central could have decreed a compulsory Joy Day…Not one of the underprivileged people would have been excused…At a common instant…a steel finger in Central would touch a small jolly-color orange button marked GO GENTLY…celebrators then would simply in a twinkling be a POUFF!

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…thanks to science, our once-dirty Earth-ball clean…coated with plastic, our hardly-used air…colored in beauty with a different hue each month…our once garbage-wrecked oceans frozen…our temperatures as quiet and as changeless as ever…through Season Control in Central.

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Arsenals were tested anew. Things done were undone. The air got sicker; the streams ran not pure but pure danger— There seemed no chance for flesh-man, and his God seemed entirely silent wherever He was, wherever His white throne was. The HOPELESS signs were out everywhere.

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