Compartment

If a city’s transport network is a system of veins and arteries, with a heart beating steadily at its centre, then this city is as fit as an athlete. An athlete who has taken more banned substances than are good for him, admittedly. There is something manic about the way its vehicles hurtle endlessly along. Everything pulses and pounds under enormous strain. Endless streams of round capsules swirl and tumble, racing over and past one another. It is a magnificent spectacle. And you are caught up in it. Inside the capsule, you barely notice all that feverish panting. There is the reassuring hum of well-oiled machinery. There is automatic air conditioning. There are lights that adjust imperceptibly to the weather, the time of day, and so on. Everything operating comfortably within its specified safety limits. There is also a window to keep you entertained, with a sweeping view of the others outside. At this speed, you cannot make out any details. Everything blurs into long streaks and…

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