Hannah's New Diary 4
Dear Diary:
The rest of that first – no, second, I suppose - afternoon was a whirlwind of shopping, all for the most scandalous things, with quite a few breaks to desecrate various dressing rooms with our passion.
Eventually ,she led me onto an elevated train -which ran smoothly and silently around the city – and thence to my new home!
It is modest in size, though quite a lot for a single person – but its walls are glass, its view breathtaking. And *mine!*
We spent the evening looking at catalogs – on another of those panes of glass- and Cy helped me order a full suite of furniture, which was delivered within minutes by mechanicals, both flying and walking, who set everything up.
The levitating bed was tested *most* thoroughly.
Ahem.
Cy was on leave from her club to help me “acclimatize,” so we spent the next few days exploring the city. I was curious as to where her club was: she explained it was in a somewhat colorful part of town, and that she thought it best I spend a few days in the relative peace and simplicity of my neighborhood, Port Gynoid, and downtown in the Tripsa Towers district. We did venture into another venue for dancing – astonishingly, the Dreadnought!
It was the Dreadnought! The logograph was virtually the same! Cy explained that the venue dated back centuries, often moving and changing form, but keeping its identity the same. I gathered she grudgingly respected it, while considering her own venue quite superior.
This led into a long discourse on styles of music I had no reference for, but then veered into the respective fashions of the two establishments, and I was fascinated. I begged to see it!
Eventually she relented, and we crossed town over to ARGENT (yes, entirely capitalized: uncouth variants of typography are quite in style here), a large building of strange geometry some two stories high.
Even in midafternoon it was lively, with dancers out on the floor and people lounging around the sides. It felt much more like the Dreadnought I knew than the open-aired space that now bore its name.
Cy, of course, knew everyone, and breezed me through the club, making introductions right and left.
She led me out onto the dance floor. Not even our exertions in my levitating bed prepared me for the way she danced, and I understood how she was so strong and lithe.
I fear I had another snot-drenched breakdown, there in public.
Again, strong arms, gentle words, and a ride home in an automated cab.
The next day I began a regimen of physical training.
(for Hannah's life before NeoExtropia, see her album: www.flickr.com/photos/163927619@N03/albums/72177720319474... )
Hannah's New Diary 4
Dear Diary:
The rest of that first – no, second, I suppose - afternoon was a whirlwind of shopping, all for the most scandalous things, with quite a few breaks to desecrate various dressing rooms with our passion.
Eventually ,she led me onto an elevated train -which ran smoothly and silently around the city – and thence to my new home!
It is modest in size, though quite a lot for a single person – but its walls are glass, its view breathtaking. And *mine!*
We spent the evening looking at catalogs – on another of those panes of glass- and Cy helped me order a full suite of furniture, which was delivered within minutes by mechanicals, both flying and walking, who set everything up.
The levitating bed was tested *most* thoroughly.
Ahem.
Cy was on leave from her club to help me “acclimatize,” so we spent the next few days exploring the city. I was curious as to where her club was: she explained it was in a somewhat colorful part of town, and that she thought it best I spend a few days in the relative peace and simplicity of my neighborhood, Port Gynoid, and downtown in the Tripsa Towers district. We did venture into another venue for dancing – astonishingly, the Dreadnought!
It was the Dreadnought! The logograph was virtually the same! Cy explained that the venue dated back centuries, often moving and changing form, but keeping its identity the same. I gathered she grudgingly respected it, while considering her own venue quite superior.
This led into a long discourse on styles of music I had no reference for, but then veered into the respective fashions of the two establishments, and I was fascinated. I begged to see it!
Eventually she relented, and we crossed town over to ARGENT (yes, entirely capitalized: uncouth variants of typography are quite in style here), a large building of strange geometry some two stories high.
Even in midafternoon it was lively, with dancers out on the floor and people lounging around the sides. It felt much more like the Dreadnought I knew than the open-aired space that now bore its name.
Cy, of course, knew everyone, and breezed me through the club, making introductions right and left.
She led me out onto the dance floor. Not even our exertions in my levitating bed prepared me for the way she danced, and I understood how she was so strong and lithe.
I fear I had another snot-drenched breakdown, there in public.
Again, strong arms, gentle words, and a ride home in an automated cab.
The next day I began a regimen of physical training.
(for Hannah's life before NeoExtropia, see her album: www.flickr.com/photos/163927619@N03/albums/72177720319474... )