Wow, Dom, great piece of char noir--Candice
> So right after I open and close THE SIMULACRUM AFFAIR, a real nasty pain in
> the ass from start to finish, and am filing reports in quadruplicate on what
> the self-aggrandising shits who perpetrated it had the cosmic nerve to call
> The Perfect Crime (TPC, aka TRH, The Reality Heist, the scam being to make
> off with the n-dimensional holocrystalline fractal world-substrate and
> replace it with a cheap retina-burning imitation made out of third-grade
> voxel-dust glued together with COBOL), that's when it hits me, that I may
> not have busted those sonsabitches after all and may in fact be unwittingly
> living in the ugly aftermath of their heinous caper, a ghost of my good
> authentic original self projected on to the cardboard cut-out backdrop of
> their popular COPLAND porno-thriller. I check out this hypothesis: run a few
> witty comebacks past some sharp customers in the detention block known for
> their devastating put-downs of screws, plods and all others in positions of
> assumed authority - well the dialogue comes out flat and sour as a hag's
> tit, clearly the work of inferior hack writers -and already the bit rot is
> starting to show in the men's lavatories, stay in there long enough and
> you'll end up pissing pixels - so I go to the nearest payphone and dial
> LOCALHOST:8080, call on Inspector JB of the Nova Police to intervene as I
> realize I am already so far out of my depth as to risk complete
> superficiality and subsequent mandatory appearance as the subject of a
> hagiography by some dismal theory queen fresh from reading Fred West For
> Beginners: Now That's What I Call Radical Transgressivity 23...
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