# 13: On an Oil Platform in the Texas Gulf.

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Dreaming.

He drifted. The pretty colors. The shapes…..all the symmetry. Hmmm….something was not right there….an “off-ness”. A “not right.” He was puzzled. No matter how he looked, shifted and turned, it was off.

So he “woke up”from the total sensory immersion into virtual reality. He’d been trying to develop a new explosive. He wanted a VERY powerful explosive... Beyond Octa-nitro-cubane. IF he ever got it right he might even name it. He thought the word Cataclysmite had a nice ring to it. But so far he hadn't got it right. Something was wrong. He just could NOT bring the right---

“Dammit Tex” Hank said to his cat. “I can’t for the life of me understand how to fit --” and he went off on a VERY technical rant regarding carbon chains….ring atoms… valence bonds, strained connections, hydrogen and fluoride and various other chemical esoterica.

Tex just nodded, and licked himself on the butt.

Hank suddenly stopped and looked closer at Tex.
“hmmmm, What I need is a different perspective”

Tex had a different perspective.

Tex jumped down and ran away. He knew that tone. He also knew that it did no good to run. Shortly he would experience aggravation. Not pain, not exactly, but a not-right-with-the-world-ness. It had happened before and he preferred to postpone the inevitable.

No good. Hank caught him.

Shit.

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