Any boat go. A door, padded cyith dark grey ultra suede, slid smoothly back into its housing. The ghoul was right that in this Paris death and life were fucking. Just like my father gave birth to me and wanted to kill me. In Paris, death smelled like life and vice-versa, especially in human beings. '. . .
Bridge is escape pod, lifeboat.
Bridge of life to death. The Algerians had taken over Paris so they would own something. My father's no longer important cause interpersonal power in this world means corporate power. The multinationals along with their computers have changed and are changing reality. Viewed as organisms, they've attained immortality via bio-chips.