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Oct. 20th, 2004
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Oct. 20th, 2004 03:05 pmHe passed people he didn't know. They didn't look like his sort of people. They were too well groomed. Their eyes were too dead. Every time he thought he saw someone he recognized in the distance and hurried to say hello, it would turn out to be someone else, with an altogether neater hairstyle and a much more thrusting, purposeful look than, well, than anybody Ford knew.
The thing that was worrying was the decor. It used to be brash and glitzy. Expensive – because the Guide sold so well throughout the civilized and postcivilized Galaxy – but expensive and fun. Wild games machines lined the corridors. Insanely painted grand pianos hung from the ceilings, vicious sea creatures from the planet Viv reared up out of pools in tree-filled atria, robot butlers in stupid shirts roamed the corridors seeking whose hands they might press frothing drinks into. People used to have pet vastdragons on leads and pterospondes on perches in their offices. People knew how to have a good time, and if they didn’t there were courses they could sign up for which would put that right.
There was none of that, now.
The thing that was worrying was the decor. It used to be brash and glitzy. Expensive – because the Guide sold so well throughout the civilized and postcivilized Galaxy – but expensive and fun. Wild games machines lined the corridors. Insanely painted grand pianos hung from the ceilings, vicious sea creatures from the planet Viv reared up out of pools in tree-filled atria, robot butlers in stupid shirts roamed the corridors seeking whose hands they might press frothing drinks into. People used to have pet vastdragons on leads and pterospondes on perches in their offices. People knew how to have a good time, and if they didn’t there were courses they could sign up for which would put that right.
There was none of that, now.
