Strange dream, had an early William Gibson flavor, like Burning Chrome. Tinx and I went up to explore and scavenge an old derelict space elevator. We decided to attach parachutes to the top structure, blow the support scaffolding, remote-control the slow-falling habitat to crash in Death Valley, then we could ping our transponders in the wreck to get our valuables out of the pile.

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