ICE: A PreviewIt seemed that no matter where you went, how far you flew, or what planet you were on, everyone had something in common. Many would say that Crime and Religion were the two most notable examples, but Martin Barsona had to disagree. No, by far the biggest similarity was what he was currently suffering through: Elevator music was universally bad.I really hope the job is worth the music...Rona shook his head and leaned against the opulently padded wall. The music might sound like dirt, but Braxis Corp. did not skimp on anything else. Even the express elevator was richly appointed. The carpet came up to the freelancer's ankles, and doubled as inertial dampening. The floor they were going to was about a mile and a half from the ground floor lobby, the elevator itself traveled dizzyingly fast to cover the distance. Everything was in tones of red and gold, gaudy as all hell. Rona was pretty sure the little alcove on the right was actually a drink dispenser, but he decided not to test
SereneThe snow fell down'Round wind whipped flurrywhile west sun settingand dark, quick, fallsLake unstirredVast, quiet, empty.Lights floating by,Souls not sharing lake's calmHands slowly turnmoved to action by inexorable time.Snow drifts downand we watch.