The night outside the transit center is a flickering, flashing, flaring, neon,
phosphorous, halogen, multi-chrome fantasy. Skyswimmers with giant trid screens 
fill the sky. Adstands with reverberating audio tracks line the sidewalks. 
Salarymen bustle along in every direction. A seething ocean of automobiles, 
taxis, and buses hums and snarls and roars. Emergency vehicles with glaring 
strobes and squealing sirens add a touch of frantic pandemonium to the ambiance 
of mass confusion.