Was walking the Drive, Which is alive near five (in the evening) with wonderful, interesting and outgoing people. People here, people there... People who sell coffee, others who sell food. (Some people even sell the things that really are no good.) A man in a doorway selling loose coins, "Spare change for sale, spare change for sale! Just name a price..." I declined this man's offer, (he wished to sell his nickel for my dime), and moved on to another, who wanted only time. "No dime, no quarter, no money you ask? Please do explain the nature of your task..." The young man stammered, surprised at my interest and said, "It's the Bill, See-51, have you heard" I said I did not, but please share the word. "Well, with Bill See-51, it's all about you. The places you go and the things that you do. " "Why do they care about the things that I do?" "They collect and collect and collect and collect," he explained, "and when they finish collecting they process it all into a thinking machine." "So if I talk to the Young Communists at this booth next door, or perhaps go to the art gallery to protest a war, it all gets collected?" I asked, "What is it for?" "They'll arrest and detain you, if they think you're a threat. They'll take you away, they won't even sweat." Sensing my worry, he returned with a flurry of papers and forms. "But you can sign this petition, and fill in this letter. If everyone does it, things could better!" "So I filled out my form, and put my name on this list. And sending it to the collectors with their paranoid schemes and thinking machines. If See-51 passes, won't this be exactly the thing they could use to find the people, a threat to the regime?" Now he looked worried, and shared my concern. "We must stop it from coming, the people must learn!" I solemnly agreed with the earnest young man, and signed my name bold... with a capital DAN.
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