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Dreams, dreams.
This set was interesting.
I was in Vancouver. Or my brain's "good enough" facsimile of Vancouver, at any rate, which is similar but leaves out a lot of real details and adds some, ah, creative embellishments.
Like a hotel in a mountain neighborhood that consists of a 23-story stone-and-brick tower, and an *inverted*, older, 9-story tower grafted onto it upside down. Or a coast road that consists of nothing but a dirt path above the beach, which was submerged in storm waves, and part of said road has eroded into the sea, making it necessary to back up.
Otherwise it was fairly recognizable as Vancouver.
Well, so I went here to stay with some new friends of mine, one of them a mixed trans guy with whom things got serious. We wound up getting married, I filed for citizenship, and moved in with him in his small apartment in East Vancouver. It was a bit cramped, but we were happy...until he got pregnant, and we moved into a bigger place on the North end, eventually having a daughter. The doctors were...confused. We were happy.
Then abruptly I was in an unrecognizable version of San Francisco, which my helpful in-head context-giving narrator voice pointed out had been rebuilt after the Meteor Strike of [year] with help from the city's various inhabitants. It was mostly lower buildings now, not as many towers or high-rises -- more like Seattle, I guess?. I had just finished absorbing this information when I noticed I was apparently in some kind of fully-immersive Shadowrun-esque RPG, and I had to specialize my character.
Bloody alarm clock.
This set was interesting.
I was in Vancouver. Or my brain's "good enough" facsimile of Vancouver, at any rate, which is similar but leaves out a lot of real details and adds some, ah, creative embellishments.
Like a hotel in a mountain neighborhood that consists of a 23-story stone-and-brick tower, and an *inverted*, older, 9-story tower grafted onto it upside down. Or a coast road that consists of nothing but a dirt path above the beach, which was submerged in storm waves, and part of said road has eroded into the sea, making it necessary to back up.
Otherwise it was fairly recognizable as Vancouver.
Well, so I went here to stay with some new friends of mine, one of them a mixed trans guy with whom things got serious. We wound up getting married, I filed for citizenship, and moved in with him in his small apartment in East Vancouver. It was a bit cramped, but we were happy...until he got pregnant, and we moved into a bigger place on the North end, eventually having a daughter. The doctors were...confused. We were happy.
Then abruptly I was in an unrecognizable version of San Francisco, which my helpful in-head context-giving narrator voice pointed out had been rebuilt after the Meteor Strike of [year] with help from the city's various inhabitants. It was mostly lower buildings now, not as many towers or high-rises -- more like Seattle, I guess?. I had just finished absorbing this information when I noticed I was apparently in some kind of fully-immersive Shadowrun-esque RPG, and I had to specialize my character.
Bloody alarm clock.
