country. Their massive skeletons loom in the skylines, dwarfing the skyscrapers. We skeptics are kind of in a panic. What are we to do? Is it better to go down with the planet, into that giant THING's cavernous maw, or should we chase the TINIEST HOPE of survival into the vaccuum of space? Some of us think that maybe our very life essence is connected with the planet, and that leaving it will create a horrible void within us, a pain worse than death. Some of us have nightmares about the future of living on a spaceship, losing our spines to zero-gravity, being bombarded with cosmic rays and mutating, crashing into asteroid belts and being sucked into the vaccuum, screaming soundlessly as out bodies turn inside-out. What are we to do? I ask YOU. What will you do when we face this crisis next year? A word echoes from the past, learned at some unlearned time (the meaning had yet to be defined) and suddenly--A FLASH! Thoughts rain from a new connection, neural synapses in insurrection shoot sparks in all directions and suddenly I flip across the fifth dimension and lose myself in a vision of who I used to be, for now it's all transparency: I'm seeing from somewhere else as someone else, right to the core of my old self. I realize that my eyes don't see what they used to see when it was me looking out of them; they never did because I'm always seeing as someone else, even when