A Perfect Life

Then incredulously again, a vast plasma screen bill board like panel folded outwards of the south side of the box and neon glowed the words EMON, SATO, GRATIC each prefaced by some icon symbol.  To the left side of this screen, a whilte coated image of a balding man holding a reaction flask appeared with his right hand pointed to some unbeknowned equation formula and a spiral like structureal formula for some carbon based single stranded ploymer that I had never seen in any of my organic or biochemistry courses.  Further north, back to the sound inlet, the black ooze from that apparent tanker ship now flowed, carrying the town's debris, in course and distance to the new age factory complex of EMON, SATO, GRATIC.