crossing into reality in your dreams

The judge banished them to an abandon airplane graveyard in Arizona. Of course they came by plane with all they needed to survive. The ankle bracelets monitored their heart beats and the GPS kept them in the area. There they stood 20 hard men, a stack of plasma torches and junk airplanes in all directions as far as the horizon in each direction........
Twenty years passed, they built a large torus of airplane fuselage sections. They laughed at each other, "the world's biggest steel dough-nut." It was closer to the kind of space station NASA always said would orbit earth someday instead of that billion dollar Winnebago with oversize awnings. It did everything but fly, a big wheel on it's side with lights and turbo-fans and turbo props for ventilation. They cut off wings and made shade porches and cargo nets were draped everywhere. The air a strange mix of burnt metal and imagination and laughter. You see the radio said aliens were building a base in the middle of the airplane graveyard. But the real plan was to build a huge steel coffee cup to set next to the dough-nut.

Picture I found of an Airbus belly mock up, sleep on bottom, lounge on top, could build a ring city easy.

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