Chapter 17
“One does the strangest things in the name of transcendence.” – Empress Ophelia, The Lost Book Of Transcendence
I stand in the doorway to the Thirtieth Century Club on Mass Avenue. Ladies in long gowns step by, as do guys in tuxedos. I’m on duty, checking access wristbands on one side of the door. Another guy, Mervin, does the same on the opposite side. Mervin’s a brick wall of a man with red hair and stubby arms. He’s also obsessed with rules. Not my favorite personality type on a regular day, but this is no standard time. Meimi is trapped somewhere under this dome, and I need to find her, fast.
“You’re wearing the wrong pants,” says Mervin for the seventh time. I ignore him, so he just keeps talking. “Those are jeans. You’re supposed to wear black khakis.”
At this point, I
