The City of Mur

An Efficient Day-Cycle: Disruption

PLEASUREWAVES: THROBBING, INTENSE, ENJOYABLE

There are two methods for using your PLEASUREWAVES AUTO-STATION to your maximal enjoyment:

1. MICRO-USAGE OR 2. FULL IMMERSION

Please consult your doctor before using your PLEASURE WAVES AUTO-STATION for any amount of time and never insert yourself into the HATCH.

NOTE:

The DEVICE is intended only for recreational purposes.

WARNING:

DO NOT use PLEASUREWAVES AUTO-STATION for more than 15 minute intervals at a time.

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Before redeeming the contents of a will, one must get it blessed at the nearest Yoctist church. Adam Ishii came to the church's drive-thru window. Adam always wondered why they were even called drive-thrus, no one had a car anymore. Adam waited his turn in the queue, maintaining distance from the others, and eventually came to the window. Fr. Jando popped his head out. "Ah, Adam Ishii, mighty fine day, innit?" he said, pointing to the artificial sun and wearing a fat grin.

Adam nervously replied, "yes, well--uh I am sorry I haven't attended in a while." With this Fr. Jando flicked a bit of surface water on Adam's face. "I forgive you," he said. He gave Adam communion, InstaJuice with InstaBread. After eating this Adam asked, "Father, I am sorry to bother you, but you see I have this will--"

"Ah! Your father! Poor chap. He was always popular with women." The Father took the will and gave it a blessed stamp. "Here you go, Adam. Off you go!"

And then Adam Ishii was on his way.

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Adam showed the stamp to the clerk at the WRC (Will Redemption Center). He looked at it quite dubiously and seemed to be surprised at something.

"And what's all this about Plankite, huh?" he said, then punctuated it with a cough.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure," Adam began to say, "well-- that's why I'm here."

"Alright, we'll take a look, but I smell fraud here." The clerk frowned.

Adam and the clerk went over to the storage chamber, a massive pit of small storage units where men and women store their family heirlooms and inheritances. The clerk lowers a massive electronic claw to find Adam's father's unit. ZPL2-I is the unit. He finds it within minutes, and brings the storage unit to the surface of the pit. The clerk asked Adam for his finger, then pressed it on a scanner. The box opened with a metallic pop. Inside was something indescribable. Vials upon vials of Corite. The wispy, abstract material can barely be seen, but when it's amassed in a large quantity, it takes on a faint green glow. Adam had never seen this glow for himself, until this very moment. The clerk looked disappointed, somehow. He shook his head and looked at his shoes, saying, "my, my I knew it would come to this someday." He looked up at Adam and stared deep into his eyes. Adam looked back. He didn't know what was happening.

The clerk then rapidly spat out these words, "if you give me just one of these I can promise you they will be safely delivered to your home, if not, I cannot guarantee that you won't face certain death, once word gets out about this."

Adam was silent. He just looked back at his inheritance. Plankites. He was rich. No, even better than that. He was practically immortal, secondary only to those surface-dwellers of years past. Growing up he had heard of them, as if they were legends. People with so much Plankite that they were revered as saviours. One touch and your life was lengthened. Adam had always wondered what that would be like. To have so much power. To have so much Plankite.