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Scum and grime and questionable fashion choices aside, Los Angeles was ripe with the kind of stuff she was made of. She got a kick out of it. Everywhere you turned, little beeps filled the air. She could practically feel the gentle hum of a vibrating cell phone underneath her skin. Everyone was looking everywhere but at her. They had their eyes on their virtual prize, whether that was a hot little number on Facebook they were hoping to charm the pants out of, or some stupid new reality show, or the dilemma of whether using punctuation in a text message would make things seem too serious, and wondering if one of those cute smiley faces will soften the blow, or burying their heads into what new game Steve Jobs and the big suits can come up with next, everything was accessible right in front of them. No waiting, no worrying.
Remember when phones used to have that big wheel thing on it? And it took a whole ten seconds to get dear old mom and pop on the line?
Boring. It was the Age of Technology, glorious and rapidly skirting past as the Age of Even Better Technology shoved past it. Food, clothes, talking, buying, selling . . . and money, the bestest toy of all. All those dollar signs in a virtual grab bag just waiting for someone to take advantage. Just makes it so easy for a girl like me to just slip in, put on a little fireworks show and run away with all the prizes. All those things handled now through the convenient modes of phones and computers and fancy little databases that for some reason Gwen would never understand, made them all feel safe and cozy behind their screens. Even all the best helicopters have their front panels on a fancy, pretty touch-screen.
Oh, would she just love to get her hands on that. On the ground, of course. A freak like her wasn't made to fly.
It was almost too easy. They couldn't live without it. No matter how much times she shows them, they just keep going back. You can't fight nature, sugar. No one can.
Not even her. She was wrapped up in this freakshow just like every pathetic human being on earth. And the sad part is? The whole irony part of this play?
She'd be nowhere without the electricity. Just like them.
Remember when phones used to have that big wheel thing on it? And it took a whole ten seconds to get dear old mom and pop on the line?
Boring. It was the Age of Technology, glorious and rapidly skirting past as the Age of Even Better Technology shoved past it. Food, clothes, talking, buying, selling . . . and money, the bestest toy of all. All those dollar signs in a virtual grab bag just waiting for someone to take advantage. Just makes it so easy for a girl like me to just slip in, put on a little fireworks show and run away with all the prizes. All those things handled now through the convenient modes of phones and computers and fancy little databases that for some reason Gwen would never understand, made them all feel safe and cozy behind their screens. Even all the best helicopters have their front panels on a fancy, pretty touch-screen.
Oh, would she just love to get her hands on that. On the ground, of course. A freak like her wasn't made to fly.
It was almost too easy. They couldn't live without it. No matter how much times she shows them, they just keep going back. You can't fight nature, sugar. No one can.
Not even her. She was wrapped up in this freakshow just like every pathetic human being on earth. And the sad part is? The whole irony part of this play?
She'd be nowhere without the electricity. Just like them.