Memory Bubble: The Road Home

Memory Bubble: The Road Home is a Memory Bubble.
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==Dialogue==
:Bubbles are floating in the air with a colorful glow gliding on their surfaces. For some reason, they form an image that seems to carry a profound meaning. As you approach them, a female voice that sounds similar to Herta's murmurs monotonously, "The way back home."
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:Today should have been your lucky day — your department head, whose face is always as long as a fiddle, just raised your IPC rating to P30.
:You share the news with your mother living in your faraway hometown, and her voice sounds excited on the other end of the communication device. You seem to hear her slimy body making a bubbling sound — a special physiological reaction of your Baviru race in moments of happiness. 
:You end the call and get on your brand-new floating motorcycle. This baby costs 18 months of your salary — although it is pricey, it can soothe the trauma you have suffered in your workplace. You think it is worth its price tag, but it doesn't do much to your pain today.
:Should you tell your mother the truth? That the Traditional Project Department is, in fact, a place for people to retire in and has no future? With a whimper, you twist the throttle to the max and dash into the aerial interchange lane in New Londinium.
:You like joyriding along the interchange lane. From here, the city looks like the tiny flickering candlelights on a mineral birthday cake, easily blown out. The troubles you face at work all fade away at that moment. 
:The streets are deserted. You look up briefly at the news projected in the sky to find out the latest happenings in this bustling city. The face of the co-prime minister appears on the screen. "Fine," you grumble, deciding to focus on the road ahead.
:Yet it is too late. The instant you return your attention from the clouds to the road, the engine of the floating motorcycle suddenly misfires and plummets to the ground out of your control... You just hope you won't land on Buckingham Avenue, or you will be fined an enormous amount.
:To your relief, there is only an old shopping street with few pedestrians nearby, and your landing has hurt no one. Elderly couples who were happily chatting suffer a fright, but as soon as they realize you are nothing but a puddle of slime, they immediately clink their glasses in happiness again. 
:"I can't believe this!" You bubble as you stare at the motorcycle reduced into a pile of burning wreckage, not knowing what to do. You have no idea how far you are from your condo. You can only look up at the sky and ask for advice from the stars.
:But you hear the stars in the sky saying, "Even the poorest worker in east New Londinium can't help but feel proud of the wealth we jointly own with the IPC!"
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