Few more guests coming. Larry Page is the happiest guy around. Bill Gates is having a conversation with Einstein.
I miss the Dead Generals Club. They are in deep slumber. They are in their personal universes. The Dreamland.
What's in Dreamland, asked Sarah.
Your dreams when you were a child prepuberty. They are playing with their toy soldiers.
"Musashi san? Can we go there too?" Asked the Suicide Club.
Sure, incurable lovers.
So the aircon unit in CCC is vacant. I no longer have a Fan Club.
"Yes you have Sha," said Sir Richard Dawkins, my Head Wizard. "You have the Scientists and Mathematicians."
OK, we call it CLUB ZERO.
I forgot, we have Club 300 and the Olympiads. This is your spot. Together with Hawking:
Note: I only account for the 9.7 billion "fireflies" who are alive by 2041. Those who passed on before that will go first. They will greet us when Sailbad the Sinner arrives at the entry point - Al Araf 7:7, the very tip of the Turbine Spiral.
THIS IS SPARTA 4964:
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