Cosmopolis

Where?

I want a haircut.

The president's in town.

We don't care.

We need a haircut.

We need to go across town.

We'll hit traffic that

speaks in quarter inches.

Just so I know...

...which president

are we talking about?

United States.

Barriers will be setup.

Entire streets deleted

from the map.

Show me my car.

What have we learned then?

Our system is secure.

We're impenetrable.

There's no rogue program.

It would seem, however...

- Eric!

- No, we ran every test.

No one's overloading the

system or manipulating our sites.

When do we do all this?

Yesterday.

At the complex, our rapid response team.

There is no vulnerable point of entry.

Our insurer did a threat analysis.

We are buffered from attack.

Everywhere.

Yes.

Including the car?

Including, absolutely, yes.

My car, this car...

Eric, yes! Please...

We've been together, you and I,

since the little-bitty startup.

I want you to tell me that

you still have the stamina to do this job.

Single mindedness.

This car, your car...

The relentless will.

'cause I keep hearing

about our legend

that we were young,

smart and raised by wolves

that the phenomena of reputation

is a delicate thing.

Person rises on a word

and falls on a syllable.

I know I'm asking the wrong man.

Oh, what?

Where's the car last night

after we ran our tests?

I...

I don't know.

Where do all these limos go at night?

I know I'm changing the subject.

Haven't been sleeping much.

I look at books and drink brandy.

What happens to all these stretched

limousines that prowl the throbbing city all day long?

Where do they spend the night?

Do you ever get the feeling, sometimes,

that you don't know what's going on?

Do I wanna ask you what you mean by that?

All this optimism

All this booming and soaring.

Things happen like...

bang! This! And that! Simultaneous.

I put out my hand

and what do I feel?

I know there are a thousand things

that you analyze every 10 minutes

patterns, ratio, indexes,

whole maps of information.

I love information.

Eric, this is our

sweetness and light.

It is a fuckall wonder

and we have meaning

in this world

people eat and sleep in

the shadow of what we do.

But at the same time

What?

Any special reason we're in

the car instead of the office?

What makes you think we're

in the car instead of the office?

If I answer that question...

Based on what premise?

I know I'll say something

that's half-way clever, but...also shallow

and probably inaccurate on some level

and then you will pity me

for having been born.

We're in the car 'cause

I need a haircut.

Get the barber come to the

office, get a haircut there

or have the barber come

to your car, just...

get your haircut and

go to the office.

A haircut has what?

Associations

Calendar on the wall,

mirrors everywhere.

There's no barber chair here.

Nothing swivels but chair your in, Shiner.

Where's your car?

We can't seem to find it.

I'd offer you a ride.

I couldn't. Absolutely.

I know you work enroute.

and I like taxis.

I was never good at geography and I

learned things by asking the drivers where they come from.

They come from horror and despair.

Yes, exactly.

One learns about the country where

unrest is occurring by riding the taxis here.

I haven't seen you in a while.

I looked for you this morning.

Your eyes are blue.

Have you eat breakfast yet?

No.

Good. I'm hungry for

something thick and chewy.

You never told me you were blue eyed.

When are we going to talk about?

I want a heliboard on the roof.

I've acquired the air rights,

but we still need the zoning variants.

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