Jack stared at his hypnochrist adoringly. It spun and spun in his vision. He had the warmest feelings when he looked it in the eyes. He knew heâ€™d always be safe with it.
â€œEver fallen in love with someone (you shouldnâ€™t have fallen in love with)?â€ by the Buzzcocks blared in the living room. Blackie danced to it like a snake. Her body shimmered in the shadows.
Junk was watching television on his electrothrone. Murderland was playing a marathon. People paid to kill androids there, buy daily. Whoever killed the most was the winner and became a millionaire.
Another channel had topless chicks wearing leather masks. They were advertising Chanel perfume. They slapped each otherâ€™s asses with crops. An Aztec calendar spun above them. Numbers were counting down, time was running out to call and order.