Even the slow places are fast, here.

Yeah, I know that doesn´t make much sense. The reaction is like having a stroke. You can never find the rigth way to put things. Even in a quiet place, all the changes still hit you. The future is a dense place. Everything you look at tells you it´s the future. But everything you hear is the same old same old.

We all watch the news, you know. Even with all that website crap going on all the screen, it´s kind like soothing. Just like home, you see.

A bit of twentieth century every night at six.

Mary, habitante do século XX recém-desperta de criogênia. Transmetropolitan 22, de Warren Ellis, 06.99. (RSF)