# one night in new mombasa freeverse new mombasa - your single main psychic demand music video here a chance to walk among the towers tall to take in those steeply-angled temple walls of global business hyper-cults and soak in heavy warm rains that lash in unimpeded from the clouded west to run down empty streets tungsten tai chi sword on back marveling at the scale of automated construction the uncertain sense of strange ideas made smart-concrete; proud imagination manifested in the name of organic commerce war a dangerous theatrical backdrop for violent performance everything strictly functional operational - yet the function itself unknowable dropped in from high orbit a hard coded landscape for this near future alien anthropologist with your blood diamond eyes and the latest in synthetic personality deconstructs exploring nonplaces where emotional micro-textures feature extensively as fragmented signposts neon soaked information mazes - bright days delayed the evenings merely troubled thunder headed spaces embattled cyphers flashes of fleeting algorithmic insight without direction or common meaning and yet always the central space elevator guardian - a dimensional tether to visions of beyond you alone waiting in your room peering out at an as-yet unlived half life eight hundred floors up and still no signs of daily existence - just potential encounters the new chrome coffee maker burbles on the table brewing a local parasitic vine with unique properties memory strands freshly picked from african branches outside the armored hotel window the smell reminds you of ir perfume; strong citrus notes belie a sense of accurate recognition or representation only ceaseless rain - lost hours wandering unnamed backstreets in search of research and development cognitive enhancement for off world data hunters somehow gladly shipwrecked on this abandoned urban desert of the real a thoroughly modern dislocation heavily optimized for oddly disconnected states of being-in-megacity blue // republic of bob