walking down avenue a in front of the nuclear power plant again. this time, there's a steel card table on the sidewalk, and a guy standing behind it with a turntable. spinning on the record on the turntable is a slab of raw meat. other pieces are scattered around the table. a few paces further, there's a door in the brick wall that surrounds the plant; it too is bricklaid, and someone's propped up a hand-painted sign in front of it that says "come out, prisoner!"