briefly scanning

same panic painted walls, same campy pleasure culture junkie gilt decor, floor strew with worn judgments, scraps of perceptions peppered the place, sheddings of abandoned egos laid in small heaps,  useless complaints like old chewing gum clung where they have been thrown, signature devices of technophiles all left behind, was this another sinister synthetic stream capture or leap into the multiverse?

jumped or jammed sir?

exactly sergeant.. notify methods unit..

W.M.C.

dude that is one fine looking like she can handle it marine, I’d ask her out if she could wear something other than that same deadly smirk, and her military t shirt.

stay back from that one she’s not military.

no?

no that’s a militant t shirt, she’s Wicked Mean and Cruel. oh…