‘Most recently-fired workers would’ve gone to the KIK-DEPOT, or one of the SUN ROOMS, but Suni knew what they both offered and didn’t want any of it. Besides, the SUN ROOMS would push her into a revenge scenario, which would quickly turn into hundreds of revenge scenarios, and she wasn’t angry enough anymore for all that, how could she be, they’d all been arrested, and even if she wanted to do something more personal, she didn’t know who actually did it, who threw the fatal dart, she didn’t know any of their faces, she’d never actually visited the factory where Kito had worked…every time she went, she’d just waited in the RED POSSIBILITY ROOM nearby, so…
If she did go in the SUN ROOM, she’d need a face, and based on what she’d been reading and thinking of recently it’d probably end up being Bakunin.
I don’t wanna throw darts at Bakunin, she thought, stopping next to LUM TAI DOR café.
Don’t wanna throw anything at anyone, except maybe myself.
But only because she fired me.’
With good reason, I thought, dropping Moon Prison to knee level and then sliding it across the floor all the way to Kristeva.
Mrs. Oh My Abject wouldn’t mind, she was dead.
At least I thought she was.
Last I’d heard.
Was she though?
On the other side of the lobby, Lexi fumbled through another line of Portuguese and got told immediately by the guy in the Coffin Joe t-shirt that it was half good, two thirds bad.
‘Which part was wrong?’ she asked back, ignoring the weird mathemathics.
‘Sound is too English. You use recordar instead of lembrar. Some other things I’ve forgotten now.’
There was no reply to that except a glare at Assta, who’d created this new hologram as a language partner specifically for Lexi [from nebulous input], then more Portuguese.
I picked up the note pad, the JoJo pen and started stabbing the page.Continue reading