complementary net access

I don't care how many of those things appear there, I know better. I'm not touching a damn one.



Private to Gretel
Hey...how are you?

Hey...Gretel? Not sure if I worked this thing right so it only reached you.

Interesting.

You know...I could get used to this look. It's really not that bad, I mean it could be worse right? Not sure these people are all that kind to randoms though - time to venture out and see what's going on...

[At first there is a flash of static, then among the light clicking of make-up articles on the marble counter, the voice of a woman fades into the speakers of every resident's PDA. A low, smooth alto in languid, lazy song. Singing alone, without music.]

...swayin' in the breeze.

Bend with me. Sway with me.

And if you think you have a way with me...

Stay with me.

Sway with me.

Everything around here smells so weird. Nothing smells familiar. And there are weird smelling people here.

And maybe weird smelling non-people.

I want to go home now.

What level of hell is this? This is hell, right? At least that's what I'm assuming here, decor matches. Purgatory maybe, but that wouldn't be fitting.



I'm starving...