Dog Logic

by Tom Strelich

or perhaps the copper slivers had connected the fine motor functions of his cerebellum to some kind of primitive accordion player brain which lay hidden amongst the trilobite and alligator and dinosaur and all the other brains he knew to be resident in his head, and everybody else’s head for that matter;

In a sense this is true—junk DNA.

As a professional Doug would always marvel at the human ability for time-travel. Something that in popular fiction requires a massive machine like the Large Hadron collider or a mystical talisman with ancient symbols and incantations. When, in reality, we do it in our own heads a thousand times a day, almost like breathing in its regularity,

Doug noted that he felt vaguely used, and smiled to himself and shook his head in recognition of his instinctive response to his sense of rejection.

‘vineyard’ was never used in the Central Valley as it was considered a pretentious coastal, NorCal, and essentially metro-sexual term.

Hertell thought for a moment as he’d never actually thought about it that way before since shame had kind of faded from the palette of primary human emotions in recent years, replaced by the more active vapours like outrage, indignation, pity, envy, and embarrassment but never ever something as adhesive and persistent as shame.

Hertell stood with Doug on the Great Warm Slab. No longer a geological curiosity, it now formed the broad approach to a time portal leading back into the ancient world of the Kennedy Administration.

The entrepreneurs sat in the car for a moment. Flaco Jimenez was playing “La Napolera” loudly on the radio as they immediately fell into a vulgar duel of bitter recrimination while quickly surveilling the area looking for any other CalTrans workers which they knew always worked in clusters consisting of one crew member doing something and the remainder either leaning on their shovels or texting on their cell phones.

“We have taken that into careful consideration and deliberation, and we believe that the rescue and safety of the children outweighs the risk of accidentally killing or otherwise harming the children.”

It was a very clever idea that recognized that there was essentially a big spherical void surrounding the earth between the surface and the ionosphere about 30 miles up. This big spherical void acted like a massive, but silent, church bell that had a resonant frequency of about 7.5 Hz. A frequency far below what people can hear but strangely the same frequency as human alpha brain waves, and by tinking the “bell” at specific intervals you could determine geolocation.