"...8390 Olympic Walk. See the man." A voice squelched over the police radio to announce all the diamonds from the jewelry store had been returned, and then reported gridlock along the promenade. The inspector arrived at the salt-sprinkled historical wharf awash with hordes of enthusiastic sightseers and shutterbugs congregating where Yusuf set up a permanent international exposition showcase on the pier certain to bring a smile to any theme park aficionado even though there wasn't any booze available in this Futuristicland. A one of a kind place parents could take their children for the day, then back home after dinner drop the divorce bombshell; reassuring the kids it wasn't their fault and they'd still be loved just the same.
Strains of "Entrance of the Gladiators" floated from a calliope. A steel helix-shaped Xtreme coaster hung over the edge of the electric park. The roller coaster had a faux look of decay as if trashed by a sneaker wave. Its name Stop Work Order was posted on red pieces of paper taped to support beams. Sugary snack-eating revelers carried redemption game prizes and waved unlimited ride Möbius strip wristbands that read: "Open Sesame." In the American Museum guests operated claw crane-looking devices to handle Technologically Enhanced Naturally Occurring Radioactive Materials at a machine-tooled exhibit explaining the story of atomic energy.
The unpolished motorman made his way from disinfecting and restocking the restrooms through the candy-colored thoroughfare by strolling performers like jugglers, balloon twisters, stilt walkers, fire breathers, all plying their trade. "Hi, big city," he said to Mileva wiping a painted unicorn off his neck. "Not a grass-grows-under-my-feet type, but noticed this spot while out for an epic bros night... figured I'd crash here a bit. Sort of like seasteading! I got to look into sovereign immunity."
"Moving is right up there with death of a loved one and getting married for top stressors in life."
