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... THE MISSILE KNOWS WHERE IT IS AT ALL TIMES. IT KNOWS THIS BECAUSE IT KNOWS WHERE IT ISN'T. BY SUBTRACTING WHERE IT IS FROM WHERE IT ISN'T, OR WHERE IT ISN'T FROM WHERE IT IS (WHICHEVER IS GREATER), IT OBTAINS A DIFFERENCE, OR DEVIATION. THE GUIDANCE SUBSYSTEM USES DEVIATIONS TO GENERATE CORRECTIVE COMMANDS TO DRIVE THE MISSILE FROM A POSITION WHERE IT IS TO A POSITION WHERE IT ISN'T, AND ARRIVING AT A POSITION WHERE IT WASN'T, IT NOW IS.
... The passengers of this missle know that ?????, or the person in charge of the missile, can only be one of two. Is mafia lurking among them? The answer is icky: the U.S. Justice Department says it's not, and the Obama administration isn't just not letting the IRS know. We're talking about the IRS, not the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
They are all wrong, though, as mafia is totally there.
In the center of the missle, there is a large banner. It reads,
How to find mafia in five easy steps:
1. Visit the town to find out if your neighbor is involved in mafia.
2. Know the town.
2.1 Find out about the town's crime.
2.2 Find out about mafia on the street.
2.3 Know their story.
3. Create a story.
3.1 Follow the crime.
3.2 Find out who the victim is and try to figure out who you are supposed to kill.
3.3 Go to the next town.
4. Learn about mafia's ways.
4.1 Learn about mafia's culture and history.
4.2 Know who can help you in every town.
4.3 Learn more.
5. Follow the mafia.
5.1 Find out what are the mafia's rules.
5.2 Follow the mafia.
But inside of the ship, something is changing. Only a flicker at first, it slowly picks up the pace. The engines are louder and more powerful, the lights and sounds of the ship getting louder. Even though I am in command of this ship, I fear that the crew will not want to get on board. In a matter of moments they are all on the walkway, the door for the cargo bay opens and everyone is rushed into it. The sound of something hitting the deck behind me is heard and the door shuts. The air is heavy with worry and everyone is tense. It's almost like that same thing will happen to you next.
"Please."
I look up at the sky, my gaze focused in the direction of the ship. It seems like the ship has gone off course and is drifting. I can still hear the engines of her, her landing gear creaking as she makes her way down the walkway to the cargo bay. I watch a few of the others in the ship watching this with grim expressions. I slowly turn and head for the cargo bay and enter it.
It's a large container the size
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