Funny how, even though theiy know the people they watch on TV are
watching them, they've yet to discern that their PC is reporting
everything back to the mainframes at MI 5 and NSa

dave

In the mired miasma that is our tin-soaked astral plane, nobody thunk
it possible: a BIZARRO universe replete with the molten morass that is
ALUMINUM... AKA tin foil.
ALUMINUM:
ATOMIC NUMBER: 13
ATOMIC WEIGHT: 26.98154
ATOMIC VOLUME: 10.0 cm3/mol
Light gage sheet, foil or siding--non-magnetic metal rules this plane.
Marred only by whispered visions implicating possible non-magnetic
meanderings.
Besmerched yet gleaming still. No glycemic sentiment here, but rather
mere methodical metallic truth.
A metalmorphosis.
Malleable.
Lustrous.
Showroom sheening.
An unsevered umbilicus into the surreal rubicon of infinity.
And yet who can copyright the unwritten future in the gleaming
reflections off its flashing surface? And who would dare?