Chapter 5 (Cont.)
When I was out in the streets in its artificial rain just minutes ago, I was walking with complete spatial awareness yet drenched within as well, in thoughts. Now it's been about... The internal AI says 11 minutes since I have been inside the bar. I've been in thoughts about the surveillance agent so deeply that I forgot about my apparent purpose here. Yes, I still haven't ordered a drink. But it's a perfect excuse to get up from the table here and relocate to the bar counter. I get up and move towards her slowly, taking calm steps so as not to alarm her. Les huits might be modeled after old world inn but aside from the obligatory automated doors, it has rather strict discipline protocols. Excessive noise were not tolerated well so those who are caught in the dilemma of wanting to extreme-drink yet cannot hold the drunkenness in might have to invest in inebriation control module so as not to cause disruption to peace and strike up a hefty amount of fine. Drunken brawls could even lead to prolonged stay at one of Tatterstown's correctional facilities depending on the degree of severity. One did not have to cast a quarter of their lifetime for unable to keep drunken violence in check but it would be surely a lot when compared to old world's treatment of the issue regardless of period. Maybe drunken brawls even considered something trivial per old world standards. What does it matter now? The bar was basked in peaceful celebratory atmosphere instead of chaotic when I made my way towards her.
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In memoriam Clayton Counts & For Neil Keener Mk. 2 VI / He is Not Dead but Sleepeth II