Real landscape, made of targets found through rushing scan of the grass, road, and trees. All are thoughts that don't need to be remembered. Our center is now filled with pictures from a long rectangular green corridor. We fly over the top of this memorial marker, made for us to think of something dead that we are about to meet (or something living that we are about to kill).     I spoke the code that changed the bee television into a weapon, with the image of my special victim engraved upon it.