Make sure Mathias doesn't see this.

Hell, make sure no bugger gets funny ideas about this sort of thing.

As the bloke says about the car w/JATO UL "If you've ever wondered where that story originally came from, here you go."

Still lurgified. Bloody patent medicine bent head toward visions of work moving to vast Corbuser-wank tower where the cubes were clustered about the central core, surrounded by unoccupied regency houses and squares. Forced perspectives and efficient light-piping meant the only way you could tell you weren't in a pleasantly deserted and car-free Cheltenham were the carefully hidden structured cabling closets and toilets. It seemed to be planned that you'd find the idea of living in one of these places irresistable and squat one without delay.

Mind, when I woke up, the phrase 'pleasantly chappist generation-ship' was in my head. I really must throw out that Stephen Baxter.
( Tedious Who-age )