He took Wehlings pistol, really intending to shoot himself. But he didnt have the nerve. And then he saw the telephone booth in the corner of the room. He went to it, dialed the well-remembered number: 2 B R 0 2 B. Federal Bureau of Termination, said the very warm voice of a hostess. How soon could I get an appointment? he asked, speaking very carefully. We could probably fit you in late this afternoon, sir, she said. It might even be earlier, if we get a cancellation. All right, said the painter, fit me in, if you please. And he gave her his name, spelling it out. Thank you, sir, said the hostess. Your city thanks you; your country thanks you; your planet thanks you. But the deepest thanks of all is from future generations. 2BR02B - Kurt Vonnegut
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