Elevator Diares
Late, late, late, sliding steel door on a silver facade,Elevator unoccupied, what great luck. Floors and floors through the transparent glass in this pre-apocalyptic setting, new shops opening in the white corridors. They do not stop, they never stop, virtual pain, virtual sound, a meaning for life, virtually calculated. "New robot, with feelings, without feelings, your choice" My choice?
One more of those postcards to places I'll never go, forest reserves being burned to build more buildings like this, new entertainment platters to replace the ones I'm using now, an attack on a third world country, new hologram show of