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Big Blue awakenings Part 6 by Wayne Clayton
Sam followed General Layton back out into the main room. The General didn’t say a word nor did he check that Sam was keeping pace with him. Sam on the other hand had a thousand and one medical questions queued up ready to fire. This was his territory, the General would have to like it or lump it.
Sam knew that when they turned the corner into the alcove at the far end of the room he’d find this ‘Big Blue’, the man put into a medical coma sixty-four years ago frail and ancient, hooked up to a mess of tubing, drips and monitors. Hell, he’d even considered after sixty years it would be kinder to put the poor old son of a gun out of his misery. At least that way he’d save him from having to talk with the General. Unless of course he was worse than old stone wall Jackson. Sam would not of been surprised to see Hilter himself sat up in bed watching the Sunday night game. But as they turned the corner all of Sam’s questions vanished in a puff of smoke and he was left open mouthed like a 1st grade medical student.
What he saw hit him like a bombshell, in fact it was a bombshell, not only that but the granddaddy of all bombshells. Sam found himself staring face to face with an Atom Bomb. No wizened old man, but two tons of best American cast iron. Riveted together by steam hammer and sweat. Suspended from the ceiling by four thick linked battleship chains.
Sam could see no tubes, no monitors, just cold metal and the rough stencilled lettering painted across the chest of this monster.
‘BIG BLUE’.
“Is this some kind of JOKE General??” Sam had had enough. Shock was replaced by anger.
“You dragged me from Washington to this hole in the ground just to punk me?” Sam was all ready to rip the stripes off of this General but seconds later he found himself on the ground. His jaw ringing and his head dancing the star spangled banner.
But the General had done his job. Looking up dazed and confused he saw the General move towards the bomb casing. Raising his hand he paused briefly, half out of fearful respect, half out of seeming fondness he tapped the iron giant gently.
“This is the patient Dr. This is ‘Big Blue’, or rather ‘Big Blue’ is inside. He’s been there far too long.” The General sounded almost human.
Sheepishly Sam picked himself up off the floor, and cautiously moved closer. He watched the General reach out and with his sleeve wipe the thick grimy dust away from a cover plate near the top of the device. Beneath it Sam saw that the panel was not iron but glass.
Sam leaned in as the General stood back, peered into the belly of the beast.
Looking down he saw the face of a young man. His pale strong features framed by a mass of limp golden hair. Looking for all the world like an angel caught in a dream
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