A holiday in Pisa is surely bound to be the most pleasant occasion. Unless the Tower of Pisa falls on you and you are brought back to life threehundred years later, on the run from several charcters who appear to be after your head.
Cyberillium home of Alien Artifice
Gordon Bennett awakes in a recovery room of the medical augmentation and resus company The Body Shop in old Tottenham Court Road. The skin colour of his head does not match his body, he doesn’t appear to have any male genitals and he has no noticeable respiration. The last thing he remembers is the Tower of Pisa falling on him.
‘The world still grinds its way around the sun. The sun still rises and sets, though available in a variety of colours; cybernetically augmented birds tweet and also take requests; genetically modified bees distribute new "buzz words"; cyber-rabbits still have their libidinous reputations intact but now engaged in vicious child custody battles and argue about the morality of contraception and abortion.’
Cabby and Journal
Cabby was there crouched over an old style workstation with monitor and keyboard and held a mouse incensed. 'What the hell is this for?'
'Dunno. Does it talk?' asked Journal.