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Nintendo is going to come up with the immersaframe…
I just feel like Nintendo is going to come up with the ultimate gaming experience. I don’t know when but soon. I mean, at this point, I think most people want a Wii along with their more robust game platforms.
I think eventually, Nintendo is all anyone is going to want or need.
CHAPTER 24: NAME THAT TUNE
Kana sat in her own room on the edge of her bed staring into the closet. The lights were off and tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt that she needed to make a decision about what she was going to do. But it wasn’t the question of if she was going, it was more a question of where.
The boys at the Tsuba Guard expected her to go to the Sifunate. No one told her where it was or really what it was. She could probably look it up in the journal but what it was and where it was didn’t matter. Did she want to continue on this path to becoming a Rain?
She had decided that what she had done wasn’t right and to pay for it she lost Jackie. He had been following her around and she wondered if he knew what she had in mind for Sula. Maybe it was just his cousin that talked him into helping him get rid of Sula. Nok probably told him that he just needed to drive.
Jackie was always making poor decisions. Kana felt like she was one of them. She broke it off with him and tried her damndest to get him to stay away. And it wasn’t that she didn’t want him. She always had, but there was always something inside of Kana that compelled her to force people away. She never stopped to give voice to these thoughts or try to figure them out. She felt like she was trouble and that people needed to stay away.
CHAPTER 23: JACKIES DEAD, THAT’S WHAT I SAID
Kana’s eyes snapped open and she found herself in her parent’s room neatly tucked in bed. She noticed she was naked when her legs and breasts moved against the quilt. She didn’t remember how she got into bed or much, after hopping on the back of Ginger’s vapo. She wanted to get up and see what was going on in the world but she couldn’t drag herself out of bed. She was exhausted so she decided to lay there and stare at the ceiling. She could sleep a little more too.
“Monitor,” she commanded as HD images materialized at the foot of the bed. “Search comedy feeds. Find me something funny.” The images changed rapidly and then slowed as scenes from comedy feeds played for a few seconds then moved on to another program. Nothing caught her eye. “Go to 5 star rated, most popular and most recent.”
The monitor selected an animated program. Kana looked at it for a moment then relaxed, stared at the ceiling and listened. She didn’t want her mind to wander. There was too much dangerous territory. Her mind had turned into a really bad neighborhood. It was an abrupt decline. Once such a fun and innocent place, now her memories were a bloodbath and thoughts tempered with mortal fear. Her story, a tragedy.
CHAPTER 17: THE GOOD LIFE IS A PLATE FULL OF BACON.
Maple bacon had a curious smell. It was the best of both worlds. You could smell that rich, salty aroma of bacon blossoming under the sweet, natural smell of maple syrup. Try as it might, an immersaframe could never accurately recreate that smell in its sensdep environment. What could an immersaframe accurately recreate? Kana didn’t know; it couldn’t eat maple bacon either. Maybe that was Cutty’s problem.
Jackie placed a plate in front of Kana, two waffles with pools of liquefied butter in the structural reservoirs; fluffy, yellow, eggs with two strips of bacon, to act as a dam against the coming flood of syrup.
“What do you want to drink?” He asked.
“Chocolate milk and juice,” Kana replied.
“Both?” Jackie asked. Kana nodded with a knowing smile. Jackie fetched the juice and looked for the chocolate milk mix.
“Check the door of the fridge,” Kana suggested and Jackie found the container. He brought her the juice so she could get started. She was already pouring the syrup. Her eyes were glued to her plate; the meal was amazing. Jackie had never cooked for her; he’d never had the opportunity. But from the looks of it all, he was good at it. Kana made her first bite waffle and it was good.
CHAPTER 16: LAME
“Ducky… Lil’ Ducky wake up,” Dotunuki said.
“You forgot to take the trash out last night, your mom is throwing a fit.”
“Hunh?” Kana replied, sleep still thick in her eyes. “I did it already.”
“No, you forgot. Your mom said she told you to take out the trash last night and you just ignored her.”
“Wha- wait,” Kana was awake now, “No she didn’t; she didn’t say anything.”
“No! She can say stuff with her mouth! I can’t read her mind-“
“You know what she meant-“
“No, Daddy, I’m not sure what it means when she slides the trash can over a little bit.”
“Well we all have to walk around it; so that’s a clear sign that the trash needs to go out… and you’re the designated trash empty-er… so hop to it,” he said firm but not stern.
“Maaaaaaan,” Kana said as she sat up in bed, “this is some bullstuff.”
CHAPTER 11: RAPSTERS
“You call it a what now?”
“One hand player,”
“Let me see it,” Kana asked.
“You just watch,” said Rella.
“And listen,” said Klan. In Rella’s hand was a black device that looked like a military flashlight with the light part at a right angle. Instead of a light there was a speaker and four buttons on the shaft with a knob at the top.
“It looks like some kind of technopenis. You don’t have to put your mouth on it I hope.”
“Naw, see, you thumb this knob dis way or dat then you shake it,” Rella said as she gave the thing a shake and a breakbeat started playing from the speaker. “See,” she said.
“Aw that’s kind of rad,” Kana said.
“Then you hit these buttons but shake it when you hit em though,” Rella said and she did so and the sound effect of turntable scratching came out of the speaker. With each shake it was like she was scratching on a turntable. Every button had a different sample.
“Oooooooooh!” Kana hyped. Rella started in on the buttons and the shaking and then started her rap.
“Check it out now:
CHAPTER 10: SOUTHSIDE RAZORLIGHTS
On the trip over, Ginger had informed Kana that there was always someone at their “spot” to open the gate. In fact there would always be more than a few people there all the time. They had a rig that tracked all of their vaporcycles. The dispatcher could keep Ginger updated and if someone needed help, it was easy to locate them.
After riding through a series of nowhere streets, that housed warehouses and shipping container yards, they had finally arrived at the chain link gates that were rolled open by one of Ginger’s minions. The air was cold and damp and had the smell of seawater and rotting wood. Seagulls flew overhead and gave plaintive cries to stake their claim to the hard shell mussels they dropped from shell dropping heights.
For Kana, the whole area just represented an opportunity to get grimy with all manner of substances that weren’t really appropriate for skin contact. She would have to make a point of unscrunching her nose and not hesitating to touch anything. They pulled through a gauntlet of vaporcycles and Kana noticed that there were way more than what had showed up at her house.
CHAPTER 9: COLD BUSTED
Yosuke waited for Kana to finish her business; when he saw her emerge from behind the curtain he got up from his seat around the fire and made his way over to meet her. Kana’s eyes were still glazed with all the information that she had to take in, in the last hour. She had been collecting pieces of her birthright and now Yosuke would have the final piece for her.
He held a small wooden box in two hands, politely in front of his small body. This had to be the Tsuba, Kana walked right up to him and extended her two hands to receive it.