I read about those idiots in the city in the south, the ones that do not sleep. There is a breakdown of statistics about the city, such as 95% of them go to University, but the literacy rate is only 65%. Initially this seems incompatible to be. Many of them visit here, more all the time. In fact, its becoming an increasing problem. Today I visited the Memory Hall, normally a serene, thoughtful experience, but since tourism has increased it is now awash with them, shouting, pushing, recording every damn little thing.
Back in the dream I am ready to give up. I can feel my body giving up. No longer have the energy. Ive been trying so hard to get us through the process, and ive just reached the stage where I cant go on any more with them all sniping and jostling. I ask the lab guys to put me back in The Raft, I just need to rest now. I give up. I need to rest for a while.
They do, I get back into the container, where I haven’t been for about 15 years. Strange. It feels comfortable, and I really do relax.
We visit the city in the East, where their MRT is different from our own. Their announcement system keeps you constantly updated on which viruses have been detected in the air supply. Today, its not too bad, but there's still very few people using the trains. Of course, everyone is wearing their masks, and we are given standard ones as we board.