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Vectorial psychology for straight arrows

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Introduction	The Major lives in the Bunker, under the water table, 18 inches of battleship-grade steel, three times that of lead, yards of reinforced concrete and tens of yards of earth, mud and gravel. An accomplished cavalry officer, he is comfortable leading anything from a horse to Challenger MBT into battle, and cruises his domain's damp corridors in an electric golf cart under a trembling neon light. He breathes filtered, sometimes recycled, air, drinks filtered, sometimes recycled, water and wears green, a pager, a non standard issue Webley, and a rad an bio contamination alert badge. He enjoys his own company, the company of his company, kicking ass, stomping loudly, being right even when he is wrong, taking potshots at rats and other vermin, and generally inflicting disgust points. He likes his reality sterile, his shoes polished, his morning paper pressed, and his whisky dry.

Introduction

The Major lives in the Bunker, under the water table, 18 inches of battleship-grade steel, three times that of lead, yards of reinforced concrete and tens of yards of earth, mud and gravel. An accomplished cavalry officer, he is comfortable leading anything from a horse to Challenger MBT into battle, and cruises his domain's damp corridors in an electric golf cart under a trembling neon light. He breathes filtered, sometimes recycled, air, drinks filtered, sometimes recycled, water and wears green, a pager, a non standard issue Webley, and a rad an bio contamination alert badge. He enjoys his own company, the company of his company, kicking ass, stomping loudly, being right even when he is wrong, taking potshots at rats and other vermin, and generally inflicting disgust points. He likes his reality sterile, his shoes polished, his morning paper pressed, and his whisky dry.