Techno-Prosthetic Romantic FuturismCoda: Second ComingHe walked with a limp. Stopping, he scanned the plasmanews scrolling colorfully down the side of the ancient, empty Chrysler Building. A motley blur of information. Buried in it, two noteworthy bits: a job opening for a Full Curator at Unicorp Weternhemispherical; a group-cryogenizing of five alleged Zappatistas found babbling in a warehouse in the Bowrey. He eyed his companion, a lean African American female with eyes like LEDs. "Lobster salad?" She only smiled. NotesNone. Navigation |