Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Dialogue
402- The same two neon lit shapes -- a man and a woman. A ray of backward motion explodes from…
- This is the door to the pinball workshop that you left barred on the inside.
- Just as you look at the flowers, a gust of wind raises them from the roof, picking them…
- The elevator stands open, inviting you to step inside.
- All these mesmerizing machines, just waiting to be plugged back in and played.
- You can almost see the shape of a man and a woman, writhing inside -- bathed in drug…
- So this is where they brought faulty pinball machines to fix them up -- a long time ago…
- You clearly see footprints in the downy carpet of dust covering the workshop floor.
- Soft, light brown eyes look back at you, directly into the space behind your eye sockets…
- "Titus Hardie gave me a recording. On it, the deceased says he intends to rape someone."
- "What was what?"
- You made the right call there. It feels good. Pure.
- Six crumbling petals rest on your palm. They're white, a bell-shaped crown.
- "You think this will make them cooperate?"
- The porta-reel is just what you needed -- the reels attach to the apparatus with a…
- "Okay." She puts her coffee mug on the table.
- Wait, stop -- that man, bloated beyond all recognition, was 42?
- A warm column of air rises around you, encircling the building you stand on. You feel its…
Notes
461- "Then let's go."
- The lieutenant merely nods.
- The lieutenant nods in agreeance.
- "I assure you, it was him."
- "I feel good about our work here today." The lieutenant nods. "It's all about the little things -- like bringing people random stuffed animals."
- "Wonderful."
- "Hmmm, that's a fair point. Alright, for the good of the investigation, what do you want to know?"
- "Wouldn't that be something? And who could say it's not true? If you really don't remember anything... how would you know?" The thought makes him uneasy. "We…
- "I'm relieved that you agree," he says, then pauses.
- "I hope you do."
- "Okay -- let's talk about it. You stole the boots." He looks at the gleaming technological footwear you're sporting.
- "Oh? You will?" He raises his collar. His eyes narrow. "Then I will help you to do so. Now..."
- "Really?" The lieutenant gives you a look, thorough as if performing triage. "You look fine to me."
- "So no, I don't think they sent you as a joke. And even if they did, they are in for a surprise."
- "Binoclard? Is that how they do things over at the 41st? No wonder your clearance rate is so low."
- "Are you sure? Who could say it's not true? If you really don't remember anything.... how would you know?" The thought makes him uneasy. "We should move."
- The lieutenant blinks, his mouth slightly open and his body motionless. A microsecond passes.
- "I see, yes. You're what we call a bad ass, aren't you?" He makes little quotation marks around the words, indicating he is unsure of its actual badassery.