3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

(This dialogue is restricted to 18 years and over. Any resemblance is
purely coincidental.)
(Mehetelo City. The roof of a high rise apartment where Cindy and
Mindy have taken a lift to view the panorama of the fictional splendid
Asian city. An oriental girl sits on the ledge, dressed in a jumpsuit and
strapped in a pack.)

Cindy - Don't do it! Loved ones who're left behind will
cry all day long!
Mindy - Stop! You could survive wheelchair bound in
complete agony year in year out!
Cindy - Your millstone is overpopulation!
Girl - What? You gave me such a jolt I nearly flubbed the

jump. Who are you?
Cindy - She's a language interpreter.
Mindy - She's a tourist-cum-hostess.
Girl - And I'm a bridges, aerials, spans and earth jumper.
A low level parachutist. Night time is safest.
Mindy - We thought you were going to, you know-
Girl - See that building across the way, that little fake
balcony, well, my best friend did herself in from there a
year ago, but in the final analysis we were alike as a bean
and a pea in the same pod.
Cindy - What a fantastic panorama.
Girl - If you say so.
Mindy - It's surreal. Can you point out some of the tourist
hotspots?
Girl - That flashy place down there is the Nudibranch Nudie Bar
and Fertility Clinic owned by crime boss Lord Stonefish.
Cindy - It's just a speck. We've been past.
Mindy - I didn't realise it was so close to the rotten borough
high tech art commune warehouses.
Cindy - We may or may have not have met that fake
French aristocrat.
Mindy - We may or may not have been told on no account to
address him as Lord, but to chat directly, sweetly and
ladylike with no handles. As he won his minor titles at the
craps table from an impoverished blueblood, 1000th in line for
the French crown, absolute ruler of four acres of pasture, with
a set of loaded dice and a pack of marked cards.
Girl - You know, he started out as a street thug with a sideline
in geneaology. The family trees always stopped abruptly at
a major crook. Money for old rope. He got into that gang as a
freelance scab, through the backdoor, there have been rumours.
Cindy - We hang out at the Electric Eel Bar and Dance, the
atmosphere is less impersonal we hear.
Girl - But it's not as good. The incentive is not there. Girls dance
in rashes and cellulite sometimes, the musicans hold back for
themselves a bit. At the Nudibranch Bar, anyone less than perfect

gets a beating from Uku-san, Lord Stonefish's favourite assassin.

Mindy - What's the decor like? Does the rival have a theme?
Girl - Oh, yes. Mayan or Aztec, with a great mural of the sun as
a backdrop. The theme is an acid rain forest. The musicians
pipes are molded from conquistador gold, and when they finish a
rapturous fourth encore, they plug the said gold pipe holes with old
tokes and fire fugu tipped darts around the dining tables. Ducking
under a tablecloth was not my glass of white gelatine sake. Not
at all. I'm not saying don't try.
Cindy - There must have been a street war.
Girl - Lord Stonefish and the Octopus are from different generations,
the Electric Eel was the Octopus' first night club, the Nudiebranch
Nudie Bar and Fertility Clinic is Lord Stonefish's latest.

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