To watch me is to eat glass. Can't you feel me glittering in your stomach?

You'd sell out too if you had half a chance."Kumo snorted and shook her head. "You can't sell out if you don't buy in...

Below her lay the deserted ant farm city. A skyscraper was her only shadow. Plasma gas globes and lava lamps gleaned. Ded Tek was a city of hot lavenders, ketchup reds and taffy yellows. It was all wrong, the color and the acidic rain and the grinding morning cold.

She liked the high places, away from the subterranean rage of the working class. No one was there to mirror her image in their funhouse looking-glass.

...it's a sinister wonderland. My life, cleaned like a revolver, levels in the direction of happiness. Come on. It's a Marxian dream, possessions divides, individuality erased, money gone, voices stilled, sorrow a luxury that can't be bought.

How many rough blows had she suffered? How many times had she been an unwilling step for the selfish souls of her fellow opposite gender? And the Pinkies, so white and so male, were like living stiff boots of conquerors.

In America profit is everything. They would never suspect honor. Money, greed, even revenge. But never honor.

Dry ash and waxy lust. Language was caked to the roof of his mouth. He snorted in derision. To his left Mickey-san, in brilliant tasai coloration, greeted another artificial lemon-yellow day and asian-blue 'skies'. The protective corneal bubble over the area glowed softly with artificial lightning. He adjusted his goggles to see through the brown air. Tiny insects roped across the bubble's exterior.

As he walked...he picked up the holodreams of the suits..._I believe_. A yellow-suited man was flying one World War II plane and fighting another. He had his arms out and banked and turned like he was actually flying. Tommy sniggered. Everything was nostalgia, dull, plebian, safe and nothing, nothing in all this magical world was the least bit new or upsetting.