He had fucked up 9/11. It was right in front of his eyes and he blew it.
Dink could never stop whipping himself for this oversight.
In retrospect, the hints were clear, but there was nothing solid enough to go running upstairs to Shroud.
In the aftermath, informational interference created so much chaos and distorted feeling that Dink’s blindness was never addressed, in spite of the fact
Sonny Boy was a twenty-six-year-old black drag queen.She was testing games for software companies when she was eight.She was a manager by the time she was ten.By the time she was twenty-two she was designing software for Fortune 500 companies.
Dink walked down the stony corridor, with rough-hewn stone walls on either side of him, the rugs as soft as down beneath his feet.Lighting emanated from the ceiling, from small lamps set back in the stone.It was assumed there were cameras behind the lights.Timers dimmed and brightened the tiny lights throughout the day so the ocular muscles would move, allowing the stiffs to blink occasiona
Sony Boy was sitting in the gold lame chair, dressed in blue sequins and six-inch heels.She wore her hair piled in twirls on top of her head like some cotton-candy courtesan in the court of Louis XIV.Dinkleberry liked to think of Sonny Boy’s style as Gaudy Chic.She always said the fuchsia streaks in her long black hair were a leftover from her days of turning tricks on the streets of
Yeo went to the intercom and discovered that Chuck Maitland was waiting downstairs to take him to dinner.They walked over Fifth Avenue.It was a balmy New York evening and everyone was out on the streets.They walked downtown to Chinatown.
Yeo was in the town car stalled in Manhattan traffic on his way to the TransGlobal building, when his cell phone rang. It was Ilna.“Do you remember Prague?” she said.That was all she said when he answered the phone.He sat there in silence.
On the plane to Prague, Yeo reflected on his own disillusionment with capitalism.His business ventures in Eastern Europe swept all the way to Russia.He had been one of the early plunderers.Yeo could spot a trend with an eagle’s eye.He bo
Dink was getting way too into the pure Peruvian shit.Sleep shifts were six hours, but he’d awake after an hour or two and smoke a few spliffs and drink a couple beers to get back to sleep.Upon awaking, he made a cup of coffee and did his first line of coke for the day.It was great for getting things done, but it was beginning to make him crazy.
Yeo became increasingly disillusioned with capitalism, when he began studying the limitations of the water supply on the planet.Private investors, governments, and giant corporations were buying up water rights all over the planet, primarily in the Third-World countries of Africa and South America, in anticipation of adwindling fresh water supply.The deals were easily made.