T. holds in her hands the terrarium bowl housing her bioilluminescent moss species that will act as key players in our project’s fulfillment. These mosses are clumped into grapefruit-sized agglomerations and synchronize their discharges of yellow and green light like the movements of a symphony. This is quite the dazzling display, and truly a feat of modern bioengineering, here in the empty Missouri street. It brings a big white smile to T.’s face.
The colored-light display is interrupted by the crackling thunder of an oncoming storm. I look upwards from the grey asphalt to the smoky blue of the clouds, which suddenly blind me with plasmas. I tell T. that we need to go inside, although the conception of this thought is met with a barrage of lightning bolts from the unseen pantheon hitting trees, bicycles, everything. I hop on my road bike to hasten my escape, but fail to understand I have mounted a mobile target for these angry gods.
I discover L. has modified the Jeep with neon interior lighting and various proximity technologies
D. is upset with me, having not been able to find me, wasting time and risking being fired
M. admonishes me before I take off from their garage
motorcycle gyroscopic stability on the hairpin turns
mint green building on the empty side street in Cambridge, clean as a whistle and utopian, strong although short amongst the soulless skyscrapers
single pair of doors made of glass form the entrance
the lobby has a fake plastic plant and directory with movable chiclet letters; I search for the ambassador on the list
nothing else in the lobby, just mint green stairs, like the ones in the reactor
motorcycle to china town
I have unraveled the fire hose all across the bay bridge to Oakland, paying no mind to the disastrous effects on human life were it to snap
it’s meant to be a last form of communication if the mission fails
the bridge is lovely with this new cyberpunk LED lighting; plays well with the Akira-inspired Ducatis
the chinatown discotecque contains all sorts of life, although I care for the one carrying the nuclear football
the briefcase is opened, but I order a beer and some food from the papuseria instead