Unofficial Tex Murphy

I was thinking the other day.

My brain meatbox flicked it's switch to the on position, pipes started making whirring noises and electrostatic micro-nanacules conveyed their superposition over the giga-sphere.

I was thinking about the world of Tex Murphy. According to what little I know, the time was flipped around, so night time became day and day became night, because laying out in the sun had became suicidal.

What does this mean for the San Fransiscoans of Old and New San Fransisco? Future generations of albinos? Or an increased popularity in tanning salons, all of them dotting the streets like Starbucks?

The melanin in the skin that produces the 'tan' hue is stimulated by ultraviolet radiation. I'm not sure if the resulting TM environment contains sufficient UV content to produce normal tones (residual UV from the day). Maybe Aaron might elaborate for us sometime. The process is called melanogenesis.

In short - no idea.

As a current resident, I can assure you that everything is just fine here in the cool, grey City by the Bay. Any problems on the horizon will be dealt with promply by increasing our micro beer consumption.

But the way, Dude, aren't you busy pumping out your NaNoWriMo? I'm up to about 5,000 Pultizer qualtiy words. Get cracking!

It may not be pulitzer, but it's moving along.

Increasing micro beer consumption - yeah, that sound good.

Jim the old guy wrote:Increasing micro beer consumption - yeah, that sound good.

...and who says it kills brain cells.

-Cub. =o)

I had to...
because it would be a great image of 2045 if everyone looked like cradle of filth, I would laugh so hard at them and their silly makeup, and enjoy the ingenious homophones, ie "bitter suites to succubi"

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