“Why you love me more than your family”

Jack responded. He had just washed up on the Caman Islands and the bright sun made Lilly seem like she was glowing. Seconds later after he managed to pick himself up, he

and Lilly skipped hand in hand along 7 Mile Beach. They passed Ugland House and Jack suggested to check the mail in their trust fund's letterbox old man Calder had set up for them.

They tentatively opened the flap but found that the letterbox was full of sand. "Well, that's what we get for leaving it on the beach" said Jack. He took Lilly's hand and skipped p

aragraphs of text on her viewscreen face. "Let's see here...how to get sand out of textiles? No, that won''t help...." Jack kept clicking the inputs on her digits, sifting through

algorithms, trying to find the perfect one for his predicament. But alas, the query returned no results. Jack sighed touching her viewscreen face one last time. "Sorry girl

", and typed DROP TABLE *. The screen went black, and the entire facility shut down. Just my luck that the last query of my life would be missing its semicolon, thought Jack.

After 20 minutes the the Doomsday Backup Generator kicked in. I guess the DoD forgot to defuse it when they sold the facility to SkyNet. My desktop revolved down & was replaced by

a small rocket on which I could clearly detect it's mother lode: the Doomsday bomb. It trembled, and so did I, as it prepared to launch. A recording of Reagan's voice recited the

NY Times review of “Bedtime for Bonzo.” The rocket launched, abruptly changed course to Simi Valley, California, and headed straight for the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library.