Imposing buildings, rising up high, almost blocking out any indication of a sky…

It is my first visit to a city, and I’m thirty, not a young man by a long shot. It is so busy, with humans, animals, transport, signs,and lights as far as my pupils can look.

I spark a thought that I shouldn’t stay in this town, for my own good. It’s population mostly go about ignoring all around until, for any random iota of logic, it occurs that contact might profit an individual by instigating it. Folks fight for no rational conclusion, without so much as a sip of alcohol passing into an oral cavity. And it looks as though all motivation is for an option of two: cash or copulation.

My Lords on Zatlok will not proclaim any mirth at my analysis of NYC as a location not suiting study of humans. It will probably occur that instructions will position this ‘lucky’ Zatlokian unchangingly in Lost Springs, Wyoming…hooray!