michiko's life
K.
Unimpressed by the storm and in a hurry to see him once more, Michiko grabbed her luggage and ran to the Narita Express bound for Shinjuku. She had the Cartier system but Berlin itself had been strange. Late night vampires and ghosts lined up in weird costumes listening to music made by little wooden boxes with exposed cables falling out, diodes as gall bladder stones.
The giant electrical transducers on top of the train crackled with enough volts to fry a herd of elephants. Michiko, frequently admired in the Tokyo Office of Cultural Boundary and Discretion for her sensitivities, internalized the frequencies and let it massage her thoughts into a frothy memory of her last visit to the love hotel with Hiro. This experience would help her with tomorrow's assignment: using the Thompson Web for Sexual Peak Time reduction in Sector 577 (north of Inokashira).
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