ANYtime,
but not any PLACE. A metropolis of immense proportions, glowing
ice, strobing red, forcing back the
blanket of darkness which envelopes civilization. Where is space?
Only
in isolation - something I know, despite the be-suited soldiers bearing
aluminium attache cases, brandishing neon-blue
cellular communications devices, mumbling in a language I could not understand
even if I could discern it over the rhythmic clatter of the rapid-rail.
I
am every woman you pass on the street. I am every man striding through
the concrete labyrinth. Who am I?
MOBILITY
Alpha Release
Alpha Release
