[Wonderful Labs] The World in Black and Wonder

[Wonderful Labs]

Dearest Readers,

	GREETINGS FROM SUNNY POTRZEBIE!

	We're staying for the duration: I can't get enough of the sigils and
soundscapes in this ancient dynamo of a techno-paradise, Mister Dark
likes the fact the Potrzebians have no word for "extradition," the
monkey has a girlfriend, and Mister Malice sank our tugboat with a
misfired .44 slug.

	I say "sank," but, really, he hit one of the oxygen tanks and
"smithereened" might be more accurate.  Caromed a piece of the foc'sle
off a passing hierophant crab.  Said white-hot piece then whanged into
our caravan's gas tank, smithereening that as well.  So, we lost all the
stuff the we'd gathered on this trip, but had to admit it was for a good cause.

	Potrzebie is packed tight with antediluvian mysteries, yet boasts
modern cities with full bars.  It's kind of like Seattle by way of Mu. 
My point is that I was able to phone Miss Yakamoto back at Wonderful
Labs and drill her as to the status of BABAORILEX, the Labs computer. 
She told me the parts we need won't be stable in this dimension for
another few weeks.

	"Then you should come out here," I said.  "It's fantastic.  All the
drinks are green and all the lizards are purple.  They've got two
Saturdays a week.  There's a local gravity distortion, so you lose ten
pounds just by showing up.  Look, I think I can squeeze you in my hotel
room.  Come on!  Shut down the particle accelerator, lock up the
interns, grab a forbidden map, and jump in the invisible plane."

	"Sorry boss," she said.  "I can't seem to find the invisible plane."

	It's always something with her.

	As I jauntily strode out of the lobby towards unfathomable destiny, a
Potrzebian shoeshine boy stopped me.  He wanted to know if I could
sponsor him for the big sesquicentennial Pyramid Raising out in the
Western Sea.  Apparently there are costumes and chanting involved and
it's all for charity.  

	I explained that I had no local currency, but wished him well.  He told
me that if I wanted to earn cash, the local broadsheets were always
looking for newly harvested word-clusters.

	Potrzebie!

	Turns out we're staying right down the street from the largest print
factories in all of Potrzebie. They call it Synchronous City.  Stories
of stories, high stacks belching word balloons at all hours.  A place
where a man of letters might get mugged for his L's.  

	I think I'm going to do all right here.


Yours without query until the sea cows take me home,

Mister Wonderful


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listen, you'll never sleep again.

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	"The Artist having been taken in vision to the 
	ancient republics, monarchies, and patriarchates 
	of Asia, has seen those wonderful originals called 
	in the Sacred Scriptures the Cherubim... "

		- William Blake,
		from "A Descriptive Catalog" (1809)

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