Rhinestone
Cybernauts
Real People in a Virtual World - or Virtual People in a Real World?
I'm confused.
The envelope was innocuous. It was addressed to my former business partner. Marked "Personal & Confidential". I opened it.
A card. The front aggressively early-70's Pink Floyd. The back was a blur. I got my glasses.
Wired...............HotWired............HardWired.......
...........party.................Sound Factory......
..January 9...............9pm-2am
OK. File it.
[2 weeks later - phone]
"Wanna come to the WIRED party?"
"Yeah? Great!"
"Next Tuesday."
"OK. Heat's at Northgate."
"Pick me up. We'll go on from there."
[Another 5 days - phone]
"I'm wearing a suit."
"Yeah. Get dressed first. We don't wanna fuck around............"
"Sure you can go to a movie dressed like that!"
"OK. Traffic's shit. Pick me up at 5:45."
[Next day]
"Not enough blood,"
"You're insane! That shoot out in the middle........."
"Not enough blood!"
"When are you going to get decent sounds in this fucking car?"
"Fuck off."
[30 minutes later]
"Over there!"
"Hydrant."
"Fuck! OK. Go round the block again."
"Yeah!"
[5 minutes later]
My friend tottered down the street in 3" platform shoes. She dwarfed me, Leopard skin mini-skirt. Angora top. Bare midriff. Legs up to here. BIG coat covering everything.
"Pass?"
"Here."
"Over here."
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