Thought: sometimes you accidentally input an extra digit into the
year: i.e., 19993 and you add 18,000 years on to now, and you realize
that the year 19993 will one day exist and that time is a scary thing,
indeed.

-Douglas Coupland, Microserfs

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We drove to the Sand Hill Road exit (location of the dreaded venture
capital mall) west off the 280, into the paddocks and oaks and horsey
area, parked the bus, and walked across a Christmas tree farm to a
Cyclone fence surrounding the Stanford Linear Accelerator, a structure
that resembles a mile-long rear side of a 7-Eleven - sandstone-tinted
aluminum siding with tasteful landscaping. Not much to look at, but
let me say, extremity of shape certainly does imply extremity of
function. And whenever you see no windows, there's something scary or
beguiling going on inside. No humans. Stepford.

Needless to say, there were fuck off and die warning signs from the
Department of Energy bolted onto the wire fencing around the
accelerator's perimeter. Ethan said, "Why is it that everything I'm
truly interested in has the words 'Warning: U.S. Department of Energy'
stamped all over it?"