At the time this zine was published she sat there empty, the Dairy Queen on South Cobb Drive in Smyrna, Georgia; a relic of bygone eras - my sister and her friends in the 1960's had shared it as a hangout with friends from Osborne, Campbell, and Wills High Schools, in fact from high schools all across the nearby counties, it was the highest grossing Dairy Queen in the whole United States then. In my own time is was a mid-ways stop off on the famous South Cobb Drive cruising circuit, which circuit did not fully die off until almost a decade after my class had graduated. The Strip used to run from Putt-Putt near Marietta to Concord Drive in Smyrna, and for the real riders miles beyond those landmarks either way and throughout the streets that ran nearby. It was great time to grow up! Now she sits empty, and yes, it is unbelievably sad. One hopes someone will buy it and again have a business there before it gets torn down. Yet of course it will never again attain the glory of the years gone by; those years which are becoming long ago history now. Now, lets remember those times......

Big Jake loved his job; it was the most satisfying work he'd ever been involved in. Scenario made the most of what was there - the most efficient use of manpower, science and technology to achieve the end result - to control, manipulate and rule, if it meant winning, that was even better. Ever since his years on the bottom line he wanted this; now being on the front line of cutting edge technique, ways and means meant excitement, power and money. It was knowing you could be one of the most powerful people on earth. For the good of humankind, to advance the causes of freedom, and to exercise Supreme Authority.

Big Jake pulled into the parking lot. He had told them these kinds of situations should mean a safe house nearer to The Subject; he was told because of the secuurity and resources attached to top level classified programs such as this, this type of industrial park, where everything almost in it were related, offered the best way to keep things quiet, and have the fewest people not directly involved in the undertakings around. As the scanner read both his retina and his hand, as well as the token placed on the glass, Big Jake looked around. No one unless you knew where to look would ever notice the darkened SUV's sitting off in the distance, the doors to offices where the only thing inside were men toting enough fire power to take down battalions.

Big Jaked smiled, he liked the attention. He was big time.

He never liked the cold silence of the room though. The first person he saw to the left working with an old fashioned soldering gun on some computer board was The Technician. The kid looked up and smiled, looking back down quickly. Big Jake knew the kid was probably high. The Sentinels who checked up on all individuals with these type clearances said they could only turn on the devices in The Technician's apartment when he was with his boyfriend. Big Jake could never trust queers, especially ones who smoked dope and liked cocaine before their sucking sessions. The fact that The Technician went around a few times to areas where Work was being done had set off alarms; he had been warned. He was allowed to keep the Uriah Heep anyways; but more than just Big Jake had lost confidence in the kid. Transfer away from The Program was only a few weeks away.

Big Jake thought about the day when he too would be on to something else. He couldn't fanthom anything being as exciting as The Program. He saw the Director and he motioned to the chair.

"Session is ready, Colonel Nero!" That got a laugh out of the Technician and the Engineer who controlled the Session.

"Yeah, ready to plug into the matrix Morpheus!" laughed Big Jake.

That got another laugh out of them all.

Big Jake kept on making jokes as The Doctor got his wires all hooked up and attached the apparatus to the head. As a parting shot before the call, Big jake spun some more pointed sarcasm.

"Yeah. No one run their mouths to their old ladies about this stuff. Cause it could get you killed! No boyfriends or whores either!"

A glance between The Technician and The Doctor. Yup thought Jake, we know. The both of you.

Classic mechanical switches engaged. Big Jake always said he could feel a jolt at that time, yet they all said he was imagining it, cause the equipment didn't work that way. Big Jake knew what he felt though; years of psychological and physical testing and training to get into this program had him atuned to his inner self better than most. Much much better. He knew the reality in what he felt and saw, the difference between that and inducement. It was required he had that mastered for The Program, even before he was allowed to participate at this level.

He saw the pulsations at the corner of his peripheral vision, could feel the heat at the front of his forehead. Slowly the lid scanners swung in, he closed his eyes. He entered Scenario.

The new set of code allowed the excretion of a greater array of impulse, a fuller uptake of the electro chemicals they produced. Another thing they had stolen from some of the subjects; Big Jake made sure he took his herbs with coffee like required. At first he was skeptical, then once he felt the kick of the extra T, the enhanced flow of the neurotransmitters, he started to love the extra amino acids. His 'ol lady didn't complain either.

He felt his mind wandering, his 'ol lady had been acting kinda strange lately. He wondered if those pills her civilian doctor was giving her to help her lose weight weren't making her crazy. She definitely was more a hellion in bed, and with Jake's jacked up hormonal spurts, it was fun for everyone. They'd been together for some time though and she was such a wild cat now Jake began to wonder if she was having an affair.....she blabbed too much on the phone and online too, he had been warned by The Sentinals. Everyone's 'ol ladies blabbed too much, they were all on some kind of pills too, a few even smoked dope. Damned dope heads thought Jake.

"Concentrate Colonel" came the command from The Director, "your brainwaves show you're wandering."

Big Jake put away the thoughts and began to immerse himself in the sounds and colors the inducements were bringing. He began to smile. The Magic Program, which Scenario was a part of, was the best money on science the taxpayers ever spent, even if mostly corporations would profit. Jake began to fell warm in his lower extremeties. Subsonic inducement brought the focus of this Session into his mind.

Almost as if it was the voice of The Director himself "tonight's mission you will contact the Subject outside of a bar. You are only to make contact within the protocol and parameters given. This Session is mainly for us to calibrate equipment. You will be withdrawn if you stray from the Objective which is to engage the Subject and ask the known questions."

Big Jake smiled even more as The Subject became clearer in the reach of his senses. Big Jake could hear the buzz and surge of the inducers loaded into the Subject's perimeters, he marveled how some technology developed beginning in the 1950's and 60's could mature and something so easy as the wiring of grids and circuits could virtualize the inducements, sans the towers, satellites and other aloft craft. Whether images or sounds, how they ever figured this out he could not know. He only knew it had driven a few before him crazy, more than a few subjects too. This current one was different though, it was as if he knew......

Big Jake felt his adrenalin surge as he quickly walked close to the subject, the electromagnetic distortions, which resembled ghosts to those inducements which come to vision during sleep, seemed to have his attention. Big Jake got close. He was the Master, his people of the God Mind.....

He didn't really remember why or what he said. The Director just said Jake had made aggressive talk and moves, and that the subject had come out of Cadence yet was still in the Session. That was what they did not like nor understand. They could not control this subject's actions, nor predict them like the others, during Sessions within Scenario. The technicians were working to hone in the frequency pulsations to try to gain full Control.

Jake listened only half aware. He was reading the information on the next Session. While the machine powered down, he could retain the overall Goal within Scenario, what the next Session would hold. He didn't know if it would be with this same Subject, but he hoped so. This time the questions would be about what was written, and to Big Jake that seemed a more result producing plan of action, moreso than simple close contact of Image, which some liked to call Spirit within the Program. Still half aware, Jake powered his truck through the complex gates.

Big Jake was still not fully at himself as he crossed the intersection plane through the red light and into the path of the green lighted transfer truck.

Slowly I let the Shimmer Stone spin down and as the Angel faded away I made the statement. "That Scenario thing they are playing with is some evil shit."

"Yes" it replied. "It certainly is."