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Crisis in Ciudad Vleeptron!

Good Lord! I was just daydreaming and riding the Underway all over Ciudad Vleeptron, and I looked out the window and suddenly noticed

THERE IS ONE
UNDERWAY STATION
WHICH HAS NO NAME!

So PLEASE suggest a name for this nameless Underway Station!

When all the nominations are in, and an Unbiased & Fair Intergalactic Panel of Referees and Judges (like the nasty Simon guy on "American Idol," or Paula Abdul and her penchant for proximity to hunkadelic young male contestants) have picked the winner, The Ciudad Vleeptron Underway will hold a Grand Opening & Ribbon-Cutting for the newly named station. Everybody's invited to hop the Zeta Beam for the Whomp-Ass Party, featuring Free Pizza, all the Eel you can eat, Absinthe, and music by the Ramones, and hot new opening act, fresh from the G8 Summit: Wir Sind Helden!

And I will take that occasion to write a bit about the names of all the other Underway stations. They all are sorta codes or obscure references or puns or Wortspiel about This and That, most of it Earth Stuff, some Real, some True, some Truth-Lite™, some 100% Truth-Free™.

Recently Thornton Wilder's novel "The Bridge of the San Luis Rey" has been chatted about here. Apparently it's very popular on Planet Yobbo. (We don't yet know what's popular on Planet Mollyringwald.)

When I got out of the Army and got a job in a little bookstore, Mr. Wilder published one of his last novels, "The Eighth Day."

One day in walked a government lawyer (Veterans Administration) who had just married my cousin. I wanted to welcome him into the family. I loved "The Eighth Day" and tried to shove a copy at him.

My government lawyer cousin-in-law replied:

"I don't read novels. I only read true things."

(Later they got divorced, he's no longer in the family.)