"Oz? As in the Emerald City and the Yellow Brick Road?" And Judy Garland in Technicolor?.
"I, uh." Way to put your foot in it, Sangamon. "I've heard of it. It sounds -- nice." When he thought about it, it really did. Sure, the place was one big acid-trip, best accompanied by Pink Floyd and a room full of nitrous oxide, but unless you were Dorothy, it was peaceful. He'd probably be bored stiff after a day or two, but right now a vacation Over The Rainbow sounded like just what the -- never mind.
"I'm from Boston. Uh, in America. If you've heard of that." How the fuck did you explain Boston to someone from a place where the cities were made of enough gemstone to run the economy of several third-world nations. At least when the windows fall off our buildings, they're only made of glass?
"We do and we don't -- have places like this. The ones we have are for people who really need them, and you can go home." That was a vast oversimplification, and he knew it. But the places that weren't up to modern legal standards of mental health care tended to more along the lines of gulags and POW camps -- not high-priced headgames. "This is like their crazy evil twin."
Oz. It was one thing to see notes from superheroes on the bulletin board, and another to meet -- wait, who had he met? "I'm Sangamon Taylor." He leaned forward and extended a hand.
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"I, uh." Way to put your foot in it, Sangamon. "I've heard of it. It sounds -- nice." When he thought about it, it really did. Sure, the place was one big acid-trip, best accompanied by Pink Floyd and a room full of nitrous oxide, but unless you were Dorothy, it was peaceful. He'd probably be bored stiff after a day or two, but right now a vacation Over The Rainbow sounded like just what the -- never mind.
"I'm from Boston. Uh, in America. If you've heard of that." How the fuck did you explain Boston to someone from a place where the cities were made of enough gemstone to run the economy of several third-world nations. At least when the windows fall off our buildings, they're only made of glass?
"We do and we don't -- have places like this. The ones we have are for people who really need them, and you can go home." That was a vast oversimplification, and he knew it. But the places that weren't up to modern legal standards of mental health care tended to more along the lines of gulags and POW camps -- not high-priced headgames. "This is like their crazy evil twin."
Oz. It was one thing to see notes from superheroes on the bulletin board, and another to meet -- wait, who had he met? "I'm Sangamon Taylor." He leaned forward and extended a hand.