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spiderparlourSan Francisco! What a city. Warmer than the last city, which will not be mentioned. That was a nice change.
Much, much more expensive, too. That was not so nice. Still! They had managed to convince several uniformed passers-by that they were not sleeping on a park bench, no! They were an art piece. You see their mask, yes? It represents disconnection from fellow creatures in the new technological habitat. It is very poignant, to lie on this bench.
Tonight, though! Tonight, they were in a club.
Ah, the club. A place where one was supposed to have fun, yes? Not like a bar, where one could be very miserable. Or the toilets of the club, for that matter, sometimes that was a place of much dramatic misery. In the club, there is music! It is very loud, and beats on the air in your lungs like someone has turned your back into a drum. And the lights have many colors! It can be very pretty, if one restrains the employee in charge of them. And there is dancing! It is of dubious quality, but rarely lacks enthusiasm or space invasion. And there are many, many ways to become intoxicated!
And, delightfully, this club did not seem to be the turf of any one syndicate. Yes, tonight Naiddahe has been making a very good trade. Seeing many friends, making new ones. So many of them giving Naiddahe money.
They have retreated to one of the darker booths at the edge of the club, where the music buzzes pleasingly through the seats, and does not deafen their friends. They have not taken their mask off--they never do in public. Yet they have bought a drink, and paid fifteen times its cost to the bartender. Because they are becoming very good friends, and Naiddahe would like to stay that way.
It is a nice night, giving so many others a fun time. Maybe they will take a little fun for themselves, too.
Much, much more expensive, too. That was not so nice. Still! They had managed to convince several uniformed passers-by that they were not sleeping on a park bench, no! They were an art piece. You see their mask, yes? It represents disconnection from fellow creatures in the new technological habitat. It is very poignant, to lie on this bench.
Tonight, though! Tonight, they were in a club.
Ah, the club. A place where one was supposed to have fun, yes? Not like a bar, where one could be very miserable. Or the toilets of the club, for that matter, sometimes that was a place of much dramatic misery. In the club, there is music! It is very loud, and beats on the air in your lungs like someone has turned your back into a drum. And the lights have many colors! It can be very pretty, if one restrains the employee in charge of them. And there is dancing! It is of dubious quality, but rarely lacks enthusiasm or space invasion. And there are many, many ways to become intoxicated!
And, delightfully, this club did not seem to be the turf of any one syndicate. Yes, tonight Naiddahe has been making a very good trade. Seeing many friends, making new ones. So many of them giving Naiddahe money.
They have retreated to one of the darker booths at the edge of the club, where the music buzzes pleasingly through the seats, and does not deafen their friends. They have not taken their mask off--they never do in public. Yet they have bought a drink, and paid fifteen times its cost to the bartender. Because they are becoming very good friends, and Naiddahe would like to stay that way.
It is a nice night, giving so many others a fun time. Maybe they will take a little fun for themselves, too.
