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                  “You can have a piece after supper,” she told him.
                  “Oh mom, please,” he reached to poke his finger into the finished cake, to get a bit of the white frosting.
                  Slapping his hand, “son I told you no,” her tone quite firm. He watched her pull out a roast from silver color oven. She took a spoon and basted it with its own juices. “Go and see if your father is home yet, he should arrive shortly.”
                  “OK mom,” not knowing he was conned he ran to the living room, and once he reached the wall, it rolled back on itself into a oval shaped window. “Round shape,” he commanded and the opening changed into a round configuration. “Square,” he then commanded, and instantly it changed to a square image.” He loved playing with the windows. “figure eight,” and he watched it quickly change shape. He giggled at his new creation.
                  “Your not playing with the windows again are you?” came his mom's voice from the kitchen.
                  “No mother.” 'BANG' he jumped from his labored sleep. 'Bang' came the noise again. Jumping up, he quickly realized it was the wind slamming a squeaky hinged object somewhere out of view. He did relish the few moments of perhaps a point in time of his childhood, was he regaining his memory, he questioned to himself?
                  Working his way through the rubble, he found nothing of interest or clues of any recent activity of life. He walked to the back yard, staring at amazement the view that presented itself. For miles running north and south was a section of land made of fine sand and just beyond the dunes, was a gigantic looking pit. Its boundaries seem endless. What was that? he questioned to himself. Scratching his head, he carefully made his way to the sandy area. He didn't dare get to close to the edge, its drop off was a extremely deep. What had created this massive abyss? Walking about two hundred yards to the south he saw wreckage. Looking down this sloped area it was about twenty feet down. He was to afraid he would not be able to climb back out. The structure looked like it came to a point on one end, the center of the wreckage was about twenty feet across. On the bottom of the opposite end of the bow were two shafts with propeller looking objects, they were twisted mangled mess. “Hello, anyone there?” he called out.
                  Seeing something shiny buried in the sand, he walked to it and began scrapping off the sand. “Swim at your own risk,” he read the words. Had this been some sort of containment for water? He sighed at his lack of knowledge, nor the ability to recall any memory.
                  All right he thought to himself, he would go back and try to collect enough patience to watch a few more of those chips. He was nearly out of water anyway.
                  By the end of the next day, he found the hill that was his clue he was close to the entrance. Placing on his sunglasses the door could now be seen. Nothing looked disturbed, but he had been hopeful he would met someone. However meeting someone might be dangerous, for his parents had left him a weapon, maybe people couldn't be trusted. Wouldn't that help the odds of survival? He questioned to himself.
                  Sealing the door closed behind him he made his way to the familiar room he now called home. Placing in the forth chip, he watched Dr. Benjamin, start talking about his surroundings.
                  “Son, to the west is the Pacific Ocean, its approximately 63 million square miles, beyond the ocean was China and Japan, which turned into sectors 140 through 750...”
                  He was not sure he could handle a geography nor history lesson, losing interest of the never ending flowing of useless information, he gazed about the