CINEMA runs until October 31st

6:53pm. Not that you would know it. The sky was saturated with pollution and hovering mechanics that took the place of the stars. I remember stars. I remember my mother. NUGen implants haven’t discovered those memories yet.

I know the rain is toxic, but I let it pour on me regardless. It is the baptism of my generation. We are pestilent Christians every minute of every day. God fucking bless us.

The taxi generator is broken. Fuck. Evening is never easy in the city. I check the digital logs on the screen and buck up. It will be a long wait in the rain.