There was a lot of tension, pent up anger, and more than enough mistrust to go around. The sides were well defined, this was us against them. We were out on the street making our presence– and our opinions– known. They were out to make sure we did not do anything stupid, and were out in enough force to make sure they could control us if we did.
How this debate started I do not remember; I just know it galvanized us all into immediate action. I remember standing out there on the wide open quad, mad as hell. We were in small groups, here and there, in the sun. Without anyone specifically directing us, we all decided to move to the administration building.
To get there, we would all need to march downhill along a long, straight track bounded on both sides by thick woods. More than just a trail, it was wide open; it’s fifty foot width was carpeted with smooth, cool grass, well grown in and deeply greened. The way was smooth, so long as we stayed to the open trail. The trees that bordered the way were thick, so thick there were barely penetrable; they were, in effect, a brick wall. The thick woods would keep us focused and channel us straight to our objective, and a meeting with the president.
The further down the path we went, the darker our world became. The clouds thicken and bruised the sky. We came to a point where the path was blocked. Side to side, they had strung razor wire across out path. We had expected this; we had a way around the wire: We went underneath it. As soon as we had cleared that barrier, we saw our next problem.
Slowly, lumbering up the hill toward us was a giant rocket on a mobile launch vehicle. The white girders of the launcher were heavy and unwieldy. The weight of the rocket sunk the wheels of the transport into the soft earth, making progress slow. The diesels pushing the launcher up the rise moaned under the stress, the ground reverberating in sympathy with their laboring. Slowly, deliberately, the back end began to swing around as the pushed the launcher into its final position.
The overt threat of the missile in pour path was obvious, but we knew they would never follow through on that threat. To use the weapon on us would be overkill; it was there as a symbol of their might. It was also there as another impediment in our path; it stretched completely across our path, from the impassible tress on one side to those on the other.
I had been caught on the other side of the blockade; most of my friends had not made it as far down as I had. Now their progress was blocked by the rocket and the gantry. I tried to make my way around the bottom end of the massive vehicle; I saw some clearance between it and the trees. As I climbed over and through the obstacles, I looked up into the bottom of the still prone rocket, right into the exhaust nozzles. They were small, much smaller than I would have imagined. There were a lot of deflectors and widgets around the nozzles, to help direct the flow and steer the rocket in flight. I grabbed some of the fruit off the trees and threw it into the exhaust nozzles. The fruit stuck in the apertures, blocking the gasses from escaping, and making the giant rocket useless against us, at least in its primary purpose.
I was with Yianni, planning our next attack on the college administration. We had to get to Dean Aggasi. Yianni was on a phone, and he was motioning me to be silent. I could only hear half the conversation, but it was enough.
“Mr. Agassi, I am from Campus Security, and we are just verifying your online accounts. We have your primary account under ‘a.agassi’, and I need to have your back-up account name.”
As Yianni waited for an answer, I thought this was a bold attempt to get information. But I also realized if he played it cool, we could do it, we would get what we needed, a path to Dean Agassi no one else had.
“I understand your concern, sir, and yes, I know you must be careful. We only need the back-up address in case the University system fails. I am not asking you for personal information, or passwords, or any way to breach your account; I just need the e-mail address.”
Yianni seemed to have finally put him at ease, because we got the backup e-mail address. I think it was also because we had called him on the University phone system. We were in the Admin building, and using their phones. Yianni had seen the Dean on the speed dial, and just called him up, making his plan up as he went along.
I high-fived Yianni, and we walked out of the admin building…
I woke up.