I head straight to the basement, to the little den that’s always been my own.
As I approach my usual armchair, Jane jumps down eagerly, grinning at me.
Yes, she would approve of what I’m trying to do.
I sigh as I pat her.
That still doesn’t mean it’s going to work for sure. Though whether it’s a sure thing or not, I still have to try.
My laptop’s already on the side table; I pick it up and get to work.
All I need is Aphex Twin’s Selected Ambient Works Vol 3. playing and Google and I’m good to go.
I search “wind power mafia” and scan through pages about using wind farms for laundering money, threatening landowners into wind farms that destroy the land, wind farms that aren’t even real.
I lean over to pet Jane, who’s settled at my feet. She looks up at me with grateful happy eyes.
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