A thousand years from now , I was not as old as I am now, but I was, along with the rest of the youppie punks jumping from beltway to beltway........
Even we could see that there wareee business alongside the beltway that snatched stuff from the belts even as we surfed them.
Chicago.........1964/2064...............
Beneath the city a beltway made of concrete........it did not move...........
the things moved upon it..........
a black woman...........me in my uniform..........watching the transporters grinding by........and the gangs........on the other side........
the gangs................
and a black woman grabbed me and said “What you doin’ down here Whitey?”
She hauled me away from the transporters that were moving goods across continents and sat my white ass down in a chair, went and grabbed a flimsy and said..”Bury your nose in the news of the day and do not look up!”
Oh my god..........Jay.............and Rob.......... surfing the beltways........grabbing some food from a kart when the Japoneeese wasn’t looking......... what a thrill it was.............
Sitting in the foodmart..........with my nose buried in a flimsey...........
and she stuffed a donught on a plate in front of me........
“Do you want cream or sugar?”
“Ummmmm no.............”
Black, hot.........
We are on the low side of the beltways.........whisking by Chitown, whisking by STPAULOUPOLIS........ Hey..............
Grab a peek at those girls in the leggingings........are they HOT or WHOT!!~?
The Johnnieman has his grapnels out dragging stuff from the low side of the beltways.........
“HEY LOOK AT THE DUDE!! GRAB HIS STUFF!!”..........
I did not know the JohnnieMan then........the Johnnieman who grabbed stuff from the beltways and guided my hands to assemble terms........
terms that had not been seen for lo these hundreds, nay many hundreds of years.......
AZUZ.........GYGEBYTE.........INVIDEA...........
DECS.........DECABYTES.............
the towers..............the all seeing eye of the towers of controlllllllll
still controlling the beltways........
only under a diffuntname..............
and off they surfed...........
GG .
“Hey.........let them do their stuff........wanna get some synthjava?”and we step off to the lowest side........
The JohnnieMan had a trap!
when they tried to grab his stuff............his grapnel slapped them up sidda head.........
omG..........flailing across the beltwasy...........
GG
“Don’t us nevermind them.........them are losers........”
We step off into a repormart of thousnads of sandwiches past........
glass doors here glass doors there.......glass doors everywhere
lift your door and pays your credut.........pays your credut........and we slap a sandy behind the door.........
gurls on double bladed footwear............
“Can I hulp youz?”
GG waves his hand..........
she blades away................
“Ya know..........YOU..............are pretty good on the belts.”
“Oh??
“Yeah,, I’ve been runnin’ them for..........don’t know...........two centuries.........”
“.............................”
“But......you are good.........really good..........:”
“Ok..............”
GG grabs a shredded synthlettus and synthmayo sandy from the gurl on the double blades as she dances by............
She gives him the eye..........
A bot drops down..........
“I can get you a fun time with her.......”
GG slowly turns around...........
and grabs the dropsbot by a tensor..........
and with the other hand..... pours some javamoche into a joint........
I smell the smell of death joint.........and the javamoche drops to the crete.........
“Is everything ok?”
GG is looking thorugh the sheet of glassine at the transcon transports ploughing along the belts.......
A man and woman are sitting at the end of the counter...........
A lone man in a RedHat is sitting sipping synthjava.........
The BUSSSBOI is leaning down to swab the plasticinecup...........................
the wallside outside the beltside....is black.............
It almost seemes a tableau.....
The woman with red lipstick can't seem to gather the strength to look up.....
Even my man with synthspresso across the way.... has stopped.... and stands, looking down....not wiping his hands on his ever so white apron.......
Somehow he knows......somehow.......the beltways slow....... the fanbois are not leaping from belt to belt.....
time has stopped .....and it has not stopped......it is quiet.....
But......still......... the transports growl through the continent between the megacities........
and GG........has tears streaming down his face............
I put my hand on his shoulder...........
and he is shaking..........