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Trex World, part 22

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The Triple M, ohhhhh the Triple M. What to farking do about the Triple M, that pain in the ass Manic Monday Mayhem he had signed himself up for supposedly voluntarily but it was on no uncertain terms from the Credit of Self department that his ego presence just wasn’t where it needed to be, he wasn’t focusing enough on his inner character and he needed to get it out there for the masses to see just like everyone else did as a matter of course.

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Trex World, part 21

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Those whores, those autocratic little whores that were the fibrous stroma of the all seeing eye of Panopticon Productions Ltd, from the tubes they spewed, the executive and the cred-worthy, bursting forth on the lower floors to upper, upper and ever upper, straight up to their offices to manage the flow of product to customers throughout the Expanse and beyond to the various and sundry dwellings within the Capillaries. Silly questions were never asked, silly answers never given, all was movement and a stoppage would be registered as a clot and dealt with via omnitrexing scalpel. Scalpels of society, scalpels of financial status. And all the surgeons were locked up tight in offices Paul would never see, could never hope to see this late in his game. But like the pressure of bowels seeking release, he knew they were there, waiting for him to make one more critical mistake.

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Trex World, part 20

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Now Paul was angry. Whatever had just happened, whatever that “hemorrhage” was, it had stirred up painful memories from years past. Things better left to Retirement. The swirling circles of the ceiling were pissing him off as well. What business had they doing in his world? All opulent and grand and haughty and, he couldn’t help feeling, they weren’t jetted out of a trex. Double-you-tee-eff.

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Trex World, part 19

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Rumblings from beneath the world. “Beneath the world, what did that mean?” There was the Floor. There was ductwork. There were the tubes, the pneumatic shuttles that he could no longer afford to take. And beneath that? The firmament, which was what the City was grown from.

“Momma! Momma!” shouted a very young Paul, fresh from trex happy fun-time lessons.

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Trex World part 18

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Paul woke up on the couch with lady hovering over him. He felt numb and woozy, with an itching sensation in the middle of his skull. Why am I attracted to you, Lady? You’re obviously terribly and completely bad for me.

“I didn’t realize my talk was so powerful,” she laughed.

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Trex World part 17

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“It’s wise of you, Paul, to make a formal request to keep your current position,” she said after a moments thought, strolling around behind the desk again to relight the brown
cylinder, rolling it provocatively in between her fingers and thumb as she did so. “It will be good for you to pursue your normal day to day routine - well, normal as you can pull off, anyway, given your, ah, special set of circumstances.”

“You mean my, er, celebrity status?”

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Trex World part 16

Hooboy. So, I can't stop with the changing of the title. It will prolly keep happening until something finally dings true.

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The question reverberated around inside Paul’s skull. The question was a pretty standard take on the usual Saint Sallie asked to citizens who had fallen behind on the posting to the feeds and he had almost puked out his standard answer of “Fine, just fine,” when he found he couldn’t open his mouth. Something in the back of his mind was holding hime back from answering.

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We Make the World, part 15

"Omnitrex Tech" is now "We Make the World". Perhaps one day we'll learn why.

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“You’ll be wanting to know who I am, I expect,” she said, exhaling after a long pull from the brown cylinder.

“Yes, I would–”

“But I’m not going to tell you. Not yet.”

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Omnitrex Tech part 14

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Paul followed his towering, acrobatically talented and exceedingly fit savior into the building. They must have been about five stories above the Expanse floor. The platform was a bare balcony with a softly flowing rail structure and the entrance to the building was an arch about twelve feet tall at the apex and was paned with a black glass that didn’t hold his reflection. It didn’t reflect anything at all, and the effect tickled the back of Paul’s brain in a fashion most eldritch and unholy.

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Omnitrex Tech part 13

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His mother’s name was Isabelle, his father was Tristan. They were both happy people, both very much in love with one another. Their flat was on the edge of the Capillaries, close to the Expanse, it offered actual windows in the south wall. Young Paul would spend hours between online lessons just staring at the streaming people, in and out, in and out, never ceasing in motion save for the New or at least the out of the ordinary.