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A panic on campus

A decision needed to be made, now is the time for something to be done.

I stood in the center of a wide, circular, concrete plaza. I had the feeling that this was a high-school, but it could have been a junior college of some sort. This pristine expanse of variegated grey was broken only by precisely geometric section lines. From the sky I bet it looked like a compass. Nary a weed or scrap of litter in sight. At the cardinal points of this quad area were the corners of four tallish buldings. Four stories of smooth cement broken only by a single band of tall windows for each floor. These windows were all a surreal blue to gold to white gradient like in a marker renderings or a cheap color manga.

The sky was blue, the midday sun white and high. I was just getting to wondering where everyone was when I remembered the Decision. The president was to make a speech today, about this time in fact. The soundbite taken from the last press conference with the guy leapt into my mind "A decision needed to be made, now is the time for something to be done."

But I didn't remember what the issue was, really not at all. Maybe the president would enact a new law, or announce a war. It must have been something important for literally everyone to be inside watching. I thought I might just go into one of these buildings where the people were at this very moment undoubtedly watching such a momentous announcement and see for myself.
Apparently I missed the president’s speech.

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