The sounds of the train piped in through the PA system. The whole city slightly askew but familiar in its shadows, its symmetrical brick, its dry hot breeze and its lack of pedestrians, save you. * The blinking message said: More alcohol is needed to achieve escape velocity * The salutations and styles erupting on the top few stairs, where service is mercifully restored and the world resumes its tangents and vectors, terrific possibilities processed by objects as small and dark as the eyes of a starling, constantly soaking up data and sending it back to Seattle, which sells it to Tokyo, which sells it to someplace else
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