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Miller couldn’t believe the size of the giant tubes going in and out of the walls as he walked with Fredward toward what was guessed by Miller to be a laboratory. “Is this where you work on the water?” “It’s a laboratory where I conduct experimental procedures that are not all under classification.” Again Miller didn’t really understand the language. “So does that mean you clean the water in here?” Fredward stopped and decided to explain himself more.

“This water supply is federally protected along with all public water in the country.” Fredward stands in front of another door looking at Miller. “So that means all that goes on here is a serious safety issue.” Miller shakes his head in understanding, “But not top secret.” Fredward smiles, “Not everything.”

They enter through the door and Mr. Sampson turns the lights on. The room was large in height and surrounding. It was full of plants like a green house. Miller was astounded, “What is this like an under ground green house?” “Not quite. This is the part where you need to swear your secrecy to keep this knowledge to yourself. And respect the fact the reason I am disclosing this sight to you is because I feel you may have saved my life. And as a token for my appreciation this is what I wanted to show you. I am a scientist that functions with the water plant, but I am also a scientist that works on federal experimentation. The plants that you are looking at have to due with federal testing that are beneficial. This is a laboratory focused on the cannabis plant.”

Miller was shocked he knew the word cannabis. “What do you mean weed, or I mean marijuana?” “Correct. Some of these plants have been beneficial in finding new cures for all types of ailments.” “No way. This is unbelievable. You mean to tell me all of these plants are marijuana plants.” “Everyone.”

Miller stood in amazement. Then he looks over at a number of rubber bins sitting together. He walks over then turns, and looks at Fredward pointing down. “This is the bud.” Fredward shakes his head, “You are correct. Once the plant blooms, the blooms’ are removed and used for testing.” “No shit. Like smoked.” Fredward can’t keep from smiling, “No the chemicals in the plant are extracted, and then are tested in controlled simulations.”

Fredward points to a corner behind them where the testing site is located, a typical setup with sink and drain. “That is where I complete the testing.”

Miller has to take another look at all the plants. “Is all this top secret?” Fredward is looking at the plants when he asks, “Is it?” Miller responds, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “Well then yes it is, but this is also controlled by the government I work for, won’t ever be public knowledge due to the lengths it was designed and protected. Did you notice the area behind this building?” “You mean the grass and hills?”

Fredward checked his watch before saying, “This part of the water plant is underground like most of the water plant except the buildings standing on the water plant’s campus.” “Why were you checking the mailbox out front?” Fredward was intrigued by Miller’s question. “That has to do with the part of the water plant I am also responsible for. Nothing though, that has to do with what is done here.” Miller guesses it is probably time for him to go. “Thanks for the tour of the coolest thing I have ever seen. Guess I’m gonna leave now.” Fredward turns to Miller and asks if he would need summer employment, “Do you work when you are out of school?” Miller gives Fredward a funny stare, “Maybe, why are you asking?”

Fredward doesn’t immediately respond. He waits for quite a while looking back and forth from the plant area to Miller to the lab table area. “How would you feel about helping me out a little if you could?” Miller was not very interested. “I don’t know, I’m usually busy during the week in the summer.” Miller decides he would think about it, and before he could answer Fredward gives an option otherwise, “How about this. If you decide you might want the experience or could use say nine bucks, ten bucks an hour put a note in the mailbox saying when you want to start. I’m here between 8:00 am and 6:00pm and usually go to lunch for a hour or so.”

Miller gives a head nod and tells Fredward, “Nice to meet you any how if I don’t.” Fredward, was understanding the kid was just wanting to leave. “Again thank you for your help.” Miller was aware of how severe he meant this and showed that appreciation when he turned around to walk over and give Fredward a hearty hug. “Take it easy,” was the last thing for Miller to say as he walked away.

The next thing Miller realized was that he was back in the middle of the wooded area of the park he rides the mountain bike trails. What was amazing to him was that he had a change of hearing. It was like his sense had articulated itself while the beginning and end of meeting Fredward Sampson, scientist. He was able to notice the echo sound has as it ricochets off of one object in its way then the other. He could tell this especially by the creek where he had the water to bounce it off of. He would be back he might of found something more interesting to do than just trail riding.

School for Miller was school, but was over. Along with the sounds he was hearing from that day on the trails, but also it seems he made notes of things he was thinking instead of the notes for his last exams. It seemed he could combine the sounds and the words if he had the time. Miller’s meeting of Fredward was also something he was thinking of. More than just the fact he might have saved someone from danger, but that such a strange thing in that he knew of a totally different world.

Miller made many trips back to that spot on the trails. He was finding something it seemed a little more each time. One day that profoundly had an effect on him was when he brought some of his notes from class, and he decided to add them to the sounds he was making. Miller couldn’t believe it he might have made the sound of a song.

As he road back home he had to think if he could remake the sound echoes he makes with an instrument or instruments. He passes by the mailbox at the water treatment plant, and thinks about what the scientist said to him. It made sense to Miller if he was interested in getting some instruments he might need money to purchase them with. The rest of what he did for money in the summer was for a university education purchase. He just needed to remember to leave a note next time he passed by.

Miller thought to himself, “That scientist was cool.” The next time Miller would see him he knew he would be excited to see him, “What a cool friend.” Again he thought. As he did he did a lot of riding in the mean time. Along with plenty of rhythm practice he thought you could call it. His extension of that was really making sounds bounce off of other surfaces, a relay of sound. And of course he road plenty, and remembered to keep up with cannabis for the rides.

Miller got into a ride long enough to where he felt he reached the point of a familiar relaxation with the help of his endorphins. This dropped him into his spot of similar creation. When he sits back to take a second he realizes he wrote a song. “I’m gonna call it, “Endorphin Height.” Miller sits there lining out what it takes to reach that height, then he thought he could write his first song.

He knew he needed to maybe stop by the doctor scientist’s office for the moneymaking opportunity after all for the purchase of instruments he will need. So he writes a note on the receipt in his pocket with a pen he now carries so he doesn’t miss the opportunity to write something down. “Dear Scientist,” he writes, “gonna need to stop by in the middle of the week at your time you told me to start helping you. See you then. Miller.” He thought, “That will do.” Then he notices a stick on the ground.

Miller picks it up and realizes something. This piece was partially in the water and looked like it had been there for a while. This had a weathering effect on the wood so he places the piece he is going to use out to dry when he returns. Miller feels rested enough to make the ride back, and stop by the mailbox.

When he drops it off he notices a girl going into the building he followed Fredward Sampson into. Miller didn’t take long to get home, and when he did he tried to write out the song he thought of during his ride. This was a wild thing for Miller because he really liked it, and thought he was good at it. “I need to write some more.”

Graduation finally came for Miller, and he was sure he was going to miss his day to day routine at the school. Unlike some students Miller enjoyed going to the school he went to. But since it was over Miller road to his favorite spot in the wooded trail. He went to the stick he pulled out of the water so it could dry. And it was dry enough for him to work on. He thought of a few ways to make what he needed. He enjoyed smoking his cannabis out of the little paper sheets he can get at the gas station, but he wanted to make something that was reusable. He looked it over and came up with what he was going to do. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Miller got out a pocketknife he sometimes carries, and the small drill bit he also knew he would need. The drill bit, because of its holder it can be synched in, could be used by hand. The drill was in two pieces, one part clamped to the drill bit of choice while the other was the drill bit of choice. Miller got the piece he wanted to work with. Now that it was dry he thought he could drill out the middle of the piece of wood. That is what he did all the way to the other end. Instead of puncturing through he left the other end on. He put the drill bit back into his pocket, and got out his pocketknife. With the blade he made a small hole in the end he didn’t drill through. He had it something other than paper to smoke his cannabis through. The device would allow him to pack it full of cannabis, and every time he needed to smoke some he could push more to the tip.

Miller pulled two rubber caps he found that would fit over each tip to keep down odor, and keep the cannabis from falling out.

When Miller was supposed to be over at the water treatment plant for his first days work he was eventually met by Fredward. “How have you been?” Was the first thing Fredward said to Miller, “Great, graduated high school and enjoying it.” They followed along each other to the laboratory room.

Miller was introduced to the girl he had seen when walking into the lab at the water treatment plant that day. “Miller, I want to introduce you to Anastasia. She will be working in the lab with us now that you will be here to. Miller is not an agency member he is just my under study for the summer.” Fredward moved Miller to the area he would be working in. Miller was going to be tending to the plants for Fredward.

After the first day Miller decided to go for a ride before heading home. During this ride he was again searching for a sound, a song. He went to the pond of the park. He sat on the bank. When he looked across the pond there happened to be a doe deer sitting on the other bank across from him in the tall grass along that side. He noticed her turning her head occasionally. Miller watched for a while, and then decided to hit the trail for a little while. He went back to his spot on the trails by the creek.

Nothing really came to him, but the peace he felt at that spot. When Miller got home he ate with his family, and after dinner he went to sleep.

The next morning he rolled a very round paper cigarette of cannabis. When he knew he couldn’t be bothered he struck a light, and began his morning ensemble of orange juice, and the cannobial fodder of smoke. “Cannobial Fodder.” Miller thought this could be a song. The first drag was lift off, a great place to be. Miller enjoyed every drag off of this roll. He had the principal right he felt the desire to do so. So he did.

Miller made a quick ride to the island he inhabits in the wooded area of water. The ride to the trails, did interest him in that it looked as if they where constructing on the water-treatment side of the plant. Miller had brought a small pad with him to write on. A pencil is what he likes to write with he uses the one he found in the garage that is smaller than half the size of a regular pencil. It fits easier in his pocket. He doesn’t think he lets the area inhabit him, and then he starts. The water was all that he wrote about, but not in the way that you would know it is water. He wrote about the principal of water. After reading the lyrics to himself, he thought that would be the name of the song, “Principal of Water.” This caused his curiosity to steer towards something he wanted to try. Surfing. This only meant to seem like it needed to happen. Miller’s curiosity with water stay’s the same always awesome to him.

The thought of a concert at a lake hits and Miller, “Gets Height.” To write out after writing more. Then he writes, “Endorphin Height.” Staying at height, Miller takes to his bike for a break in the shade of the sun. He makes his way through the trails leaving dust up for the air to take care of. Then back to finish. The height he was at was what it would take to get the song to complete at the water spot.

It was done. His first song he was ready to try and sing adding the kind of percussion that would follow through. The area of water he was sitting along happened to have flow feature that trickled down some rocks. Miller decides to give singing a whack. He wasn’t worried about sounding good it only made since to sing it like he wrote it. When it came out it didn’t seem that hard. Listening to the surroundings did make it easier he realized realizing that instruments will help. He picked up a down limb, and continued singing the song he wrote as he listened to the beat of that part of the trails adding his own percussion of limb on a log. It was easier carrying on a beat with the limb he was tapping the log with as he listened to the sound of the water. Which made the connection with how he sang the words he was singing.

For Miller, that was fantastic and would probably lead to other music. This leads to, “Tropical Ecstasy.” He would need to get back, and on his way passing the water treatment plant he saw the girl who began around the time he did as well. She caught his attention and she stopped when she noticed him riding by. Something happened immediately between them, and Miller decided to pursue the notion that she was seeming open to further pursuance. So Miller waved, and she did as well, but for him to come on in. When he did she asked him to help her in the lab. Miller left after helping, to get home. It had been a longer trip to the trails than usual because when they were done with the task the older girl started to make Miller pay more attention to her by talking closer to him and brushing up against him. Then she moved her waste band revealing another band. Miller smiled and she did. Then following that she opened her shirt so he could see her under wear. Miller leaned in too. When he looked up at her she grabbed the back of his head. The majority of that late afternoon led to an evening in the closet that was near by. What had happened wouldn’t need to be talked about, and wouldn’t be the last time it would happen.

Miller was glad to eat the food left over on the stove when he got home. He hadn’t been that hungry since the last time he rode the entire trail, twice. It was good, and had a conversation with his sister when she turned the corner.