The train to Chogokin Heights is the dobutsu-sen. At Counter-ESPY’s insistence, I’ve been given an electro-magnetic signature that will allow me to exit the train and enter THE building: a luxury residential apartment made out of “super alloy” scrapped from the destruction wrought during the Goka-na jyupun senso. Very little is known about the tenants or what goes on inside it’s cold blue and white walls routinely shown amidst many “oooohs” and “ahhhhs” on morning television shows. I’ll work for any side depending on what the perks are: Col Baldwin, Counter-ESPY, and ESPY proper. But mainly, I need a place to stay. So here I am on the train, holding a supposedly “invisible” key signature, but some sensitive riders are clearly picking up on it. Harsh old salaryman, whose eyes have always looked wet and rheumy in their heavy sockets, figures out where I’m headed and can barely disguise his contempt. He thinks I can't see him, but there’s his dim reflection in the window. He picks up on this instantly and starts to rest his arm in such a way to make sure I see his Expensive Gold Watch. “I’m one of them – or at least I want to be. You’re not. Never will be.” But only one of us exits at the right time at the right place. Nothing else happens on the way to Chogokin Heights save for a stroll through an rickety old shotengai they keep around just for contrast.
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