Kaleb's Critters

Channel Promotion #9919#

-Kaleb's Critters-

"Did you have fun last night?" a voice schmoozed in the early morning smog. The street-corner Overseer sneered flippantly, ebony stun-rod turning silently--one hand to another; another; another. "Because you look like shit, sablehound."

2:30 am: the mag-bus floated up-street on the fetid wind, leaking wet, red oil like watered-down blood. Reaching its designated stop, the off-white transport slowed with a dull, erotic hum.

Pneumatic doors shifted dust.

"I dunno..." Robin answered, "Why don't you ask your wife?"

The Channel Policeman chuckled dryly. "Can't... She left me a long time ago."

Robin rose into place in the threshold of his destiny, but turned back for this man--brutish, brash, employed by the great gluttonous sinners of his world. The bus floated, and the Overseer stood rooted to his post, prisoner to Mistress Gravity.

"I'm sorry," Robin muttered. "I know how that feels."

The doors closed.