In one of the Doomstown houses, scheduled to be destroyed by nuclear blast on May 5^th, 1955, two mannequin women are lying in bed together. Who arranged these women? Who played matchmaker, and according to what script? Was this the work of a single man playing out a fetishistic fantasy transgressing the Ike-branded, cookie-cutter box in which he lived and breathed? Did the government coordinate this sleeping arrangement? Was the pairing a mistake, or an oversight? If it had been a mannequin husband and mannequin wife, would they have been placed in separate beds, a reflexively conditioned nod to the intimacy stranglehold imposed by the Hays Code? The mannequin women lie flat on their backs, staring up at the ceiling. Forever open and blinkless eyes, what were they dreaming? Were they constellating an unmapped life together, an illicit destiny? Were they seeing their lifeless lives flash before their eyes, an expendable sideshow to atomic windfire and American fearmongering?