Conceived in a tube of fissionable
seeds, a fully grown "Fat Man," a homunculus
of a type never before seen, was
born to proud physicist fathers lighting congratulatory smokes
in the flare of shaded eyes.
Decades
later, in a shotgun wedding of Logic and Chance, a brand new
truck is hitched to a "safe-secure
trailer" balancing a trio of TRUPACT containers standing
ten feet tall...
cinches snap,
canisters leak...
It's
a window not a mirror that reflects eyes MAD from containment,
as the truck barrels 'round a bend to...
when
you see this sign,
Don't breathe, just drive!
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