Chapter One
For some, death wasn't the enemy. Life was a much less
merciful opponent. For the ghosts who drifted through the
nights like shadows, the funky-junkies with their pale pink
eyes, the chemi-heads with their jittery hands, life was
simply a mindless trip that circled from one fix to the next
with the arcs between a misery.
The trip itself was most often full of pain and despair,
and occasionally terror.
For the poor and displaced in the bowels of New York
City in the icy dawn of 2059, the pain, the despair, the
terror were constant companions. For the mental defectives
and physically flawed who slipped through society's
cracks, the city was simply another kind of prison.
There were social programs, of course. It was, after all,
an enlightened time. So the politicians claimed, with the
Liberal Party shouting for elaborate new shelters, educational
and medical facilities, training and rehabilitation
centers, without actually detailing a plan for how such
programs would be funded. The Conservative Party gleefully
cut the budgets of what programs were already in
place, then made staunch speeches on the quality of life
and family.
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