The blights on the gleaming idol of perfection are being murdered on the streets right now, and you turn your already blind eyes away in hopes that you will reap the benefits of bowing down before an abomination.
For some reason that I can’t for the life of me get my head around, those schmucks who sign my paychecks actually want me to do some work.
He wore the wrinkles etching his face like a badge of honor, and his words were the venom that kept him in control of the city.
A man sits across the table from another, his clothes worth more than many in the city, his eyes are closed as if he were concentrating, thinking of something important that he forgot.
The reason for this was the white noise of news, data, music, and anything else he could find on the NeuralNet feed to keep his mind busy during the increasingly slow moments at the Cat O’Nine Tails.
When the speeding pickup was first spotted by the cameras, coming the back roads towards the City from the mountains to the north, taking the turns at well over 100 kilometers an hour, a signal was broadcast over the NeuralNet to one Franklin Slotin.