“Dreams are a dying breed, kid.”

            “Suppose you’re right. Natural ones, anyway.”

            “Exactly. So it’s nice to have you stop by every once in a while and work these circuits of mine. Makes me wonder why they des— des— des— destroyed all the means to have them.”

            The rains were getting to him, even below the streets. It finds a way down somehow, even if it needs to ride the smog. Damned shame. Happens to them all.

            “You alright? That’s been happening a lot recently.”

            “No, I am fine. Just a rouge er— er— er— er— er— er— error. See? It comes back when I thi— thi— thi— think of it. Although, I must commend you for your concern. Folks around here could stand to have more of it. Why, even the Sector can muster up more than they can.”

            “Yeah, the Sector’s changed, that’s for sure.”