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Wind powers government secrets.

Although the beginning is a bit fuzzy to me Now, the primary part remains. My father & I were living on high cliffs of an ocean coast. We were definitely in the U.S.A. but whether it was the East or West coast Eye Am unsure. The cliffs were capped by rolling green hills with moderate coastal winds blowing in from off-shore.

I was attempting to convince my father of the benefits of installing our very own wind turbine to curb the cost of electricity. There were a few already erected within sight of our home which appeared to be working quite well for those who utilized them. After some resistance my dad finally agreed to eventually go ahead with plans to construct one.

Within short walking distance from our home we discovered two government installations. The main structure's design seemed like something straight out of the early 1960's; futuristic "space on Earth" architecture. What stood above ground was no larger than standard, three-story office building. The primary design & size (apart from the space-age facade) reminded me of the City Hall building in Bucyrus, Ohio, complete with a pillared entrance. The second structure, standing no more than 500-600 feet from the main building, was much smaller than the first. The design was more straight-laced & contemporary while still having an obvious connection to the design of its bigger brother. Although the size of both buildings was not as awe-inspiring as sky-scrapers, they eluded to a vast network of underground structures which possibly dwarfed their above-ground counterparts. Standing directly behind the main structure was a working wind turbine which apparently powered the facilities.

We decided to investigate the larger of the two structures with my dad leading the way to the main entrance. Once inside we were greeted by a large lobby area designed & polished to impress. The outer facade space-age design continued indoors but with a more subdued feel. Much of the walls, ceilings, & floors were a white or off-white color much like the outside of the building. A short, wide set of stairs immediately in front of the main entrance doors led us to the spacious lobby sparsely inhabited by random potted plants & smartly-dressed, smiling security personnel. Dad & I made out way across the open floor to a waiting area. Employees stood at attention behind the lobby information desk to our left as we approached the seating area. There were only a few straight-laced corporate office-style couches and one or two chairs of the same style. As my dad took a seat in the waiting area I observed several flat screen televisions mounted on the walls. Each displayed various scenes depicting how the world is made better by the company which inhabited the building. Above one of the televisions was a multi-colored LED display. Scrolling across the display were messages advertising certain aspects of the company in question. One message in particular seemed to be a code-of-conduct for all visitors to observe & follow while engaging in the tour of the building which Dad & I were apparently waiting to take part in. The message read something to the effect of “Talking to employees while on the tour is a federal crime.”

After a few moments of waiting Dad & I noticed the lobby was quickly filling with other people interested in taking the tour. Since it was such a large crowd we decided to leave and return another day. Dad was ahead of me as we made our way to the exit. I was stopped mid-stride, though, by a voice from behind me saying, “Would you like to take the tour?” Turning around I saw the source of the inquiry; it was a middle-aged, straight-laced man standing in the middle of the lobby. He was wearing dark-colored trousers, a light-colored shirt (possibly an off-yellow,) and dark-colored tie. His hair was similar to a crew cut and a dark brown color. The man immediately reminded me of the character “Gus” on the AMC television series Breaking Bad. His arms were down at his sides as he stood up straight with perfect posture. In his right hand he held a manila file folder.

I took a few steps toward the sharp-dressed man as I said, “I recognize you from somewhere.”

He replied, “Probably from the community college.” His tone was professional & a bit subdued. By this time my father had noticed I was no longer following him to leave. As Dad came up behind me to investigate why I had stopped the man spoke again, “Follow me if you’d like the tour.” He turned and walked across the lobby towards the far wall. Without saying anything or even exchanging glances Dad & I followed obediently. When we reached the wall I watched the man calmly walk down a few steps going down into the floor. The steps led to a small passageway underneath the wall itself to the other side where the same number of steps led back up to floor-level. How the man seemingly navigated the passageway effortlessly while maintaining good posture without hesitating. My father & I, however, had to do the lowest limbo possible in order to crawl through.

Once on the other side of the wall we found ourselves in another expansive room filled with office cubicles. Each cubicle was rather small, no higher than my chest, and inhabited by a single person. Everyone seemed completely wrapped up in what they were doing; mostly involved in telephone conversations. I walked forward several paces through the maze of cubicles before turning left down another narrow walkway. At some point upon entering this room Dad & I were each apparently given a pink telephone receiver with the cut cord dangling a few inches from it. By whom we were given the receivers or how they ended up in our hands I do not know. It was only a few moments until the path dead-ended into two adjacent, empty cubicles. Directly ahead, on the other side of a cubicle wall, was the gentleman who we had met & followed. I do not recall exactly what the man said to me, but he indicated that I pick up the receiver of the phone on the desk in front of me.

I did as he asked and spoke a “Hello” into the phone. Some details of conversation are fuzzy to me Now, but I specifically remember a woman’s voice greeting me from the other end of the line. She identified herself as “Hot Dog”. The woman was very friendly, almost overly nice. I glanced at the man questionably, and he motioned for me to continue. I introduced myself, whether as Denim Dan or my legal name of Matt Johnson I’m not sure, and began speaking with the cordial woman. Shortly into the conversation two men approached me through the alleyway of cubicles. It appeared as though I was in their way of reaching their respective desks. I asked the woman to hold briefly while I found another desk & phone to utilize.

After returning the phone receiver to its cradle I squeezed by the two impatient men waiting behind me. I somehow made my way around the mass of cubicles in a counter-clockwise circle to reach a desk in front of where the sharply dressed man was standing. The desk was a few feet from a large wall of high windows which overlooked the bright, picturesque scenery of the green, rolling hills outside. I picked up the phone on the desk nearest to the well disciplined man to continue the conversation with the woman known to me as Hot Dog. To ease a bit of my discomfort with the situation I engaged the woman in some light pandering. I spoke briefly of my travels & experiences in recent years. It wasn’t long before the realization hit me that I was taking part in an assessment for an over-the-phone sales/telemarketing job. That was when the light conversation stopped, and the serious portion began with me asking the woman, “How many orders would you like to place with us today?”

The feeling of wanting a large sale order was strong in me, partly from the impression I was receiving from the man staring at me expectantly, but Hot Dog politely stated that she would like just two orders of maxi pads. This left me confused for a moment, but I agreed to take her order. I’m unclear how the conversation proceeded from that point, but I do know that it ended shortly there after.

After hanging up with the woman on the phone I took a better survey of my surroundings. The man who had enticed Dad & I to follow him remained standing with excellent posture where he had been since entering the room. He remained silent, but it was clearly indicated that he was done with me and I was free to leave. Although I couldn’t see where my father was this entire time I felt as though he was still somewhere in the room amongst the maze of cubicles. Making my way back around the same way I came brought me past a large stage that had appeared lifeless at first. Now it was lit brightly with multi-colored lights & curtains. A performance had just started. Barry Manilow was stepping out onto the stage to begin singing. I quickly glanced back at the proper posture man. He was smiling subtly; seemingly pleased that what I was witnessing was directly influencing his numerous employees to remain happy & productive.

Turning my attention back to Mr. Manilow I intriguingly approached the stage for closer observation. His performance was straight-forward with minimal enthusiasm. It was obvious that he didn’t truly want to be there and was only doing the gig for a paycheck. I attempted to speak with him briefly but am unable to remember the context of any words we exchanged. After a few more moments of watching Barry do his thing for the countless office dwellers my dream ended abruptly.

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