Chapter XI
The Homeboyz of Brooklyn Borough
(as Experienced from a Warm Couch)
Lisanne whistled a C-sharp and said, “Darkness.” The dusk sky disappeared from the windows. “Load: The Homeboyz of Brooklyn Borough.’”
The stage of the mote aquarium filled with luminous pixels. Lisanne played her fingertips across Osa’s feet and ankles and over the curves of her calf muscles while the motes—propelled by micromagnetic engines—flew to all eight corners of the set.
“Medium volume and medium brightness,” instructed Lisanne.
“How long is this?” asked Osa, the flashing colors of the test pattern giving her hundreds of faces.
“I believe it is double length.”
“Twenty minutes? It better be good.”
The motes rendered
a panda bear. The animal doused itself with gasoline.
To the right of the so
