They said disco was long dead, when I've been assigned this case, nothing unusual really, just some murder investigation, but it got quite out of hand before I could even start. [ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN] - You still don't remember everything, remember? Oh, right, you DON'T! [LIMBIC SYSTEM] - Yes, Harry-boy or do you still think yourself that guy Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau? [LOGIC] - Cut him some slack you guys, the case's been solved, at least he didn't loose his mind. Apparently I started this investigation by celebrating. I partied and didn't remember a single thing the next morning down to the world I was in. How one can party so hard you might ask, that must've been indeed some bonkers transmigrationary shindig. [ENCYCLOPEDIA] - I got you, transmigration - Latin transmigrare "to wander, move, to migrate." [INLAND EMPIRE] - INTO THE NETHERWORLD! And oh boy I better have not learned about it. [RHETHORIC] - Envelope of matter surrounding the darkened disc of our planet. That is, if we are still living on a planet. Knock at my mind-door brought me back to life, a mastodon, beast of prey's call to hunt. 'twas Kitsuragi's motor carriage, little did I know I had one myself, damn Jacob Irw sank it in across the canal. [HAND/EYE COORDINATION] - It wasn't you was it? Helped out my brother-in-distress Garte, who's been ♥♥♥♥-carouseled by a wily vile wöman on my way downstairs.

And there I met him, behind Whirling In Rags hanging from a bough, the subject of examination, decomposing, reeking, being thrown rocks at, stripped of clothes, I felt sorry for him. [THE HANGED MAN] - Don't pity me, coppodromo, look at you, you're practically decaying yourself. After preliminary examination and a little chit-chat with drugged kids [ELECTRO-CHEMISTRY] - NOW we're talking. [VOLITION] - You're stronger than that. I proceeded to the harbor gates to get help from the self-governing authority of Evrart Claire. But before that I had to beleaguer the bulwark, bastion of a man, the measurehead. Now, I've met lotta racists in my time of service, but this one takes the cake. [PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - FORMIDABLE:FAILURE] Knock him out. Tried to grind my way past him, got humiliated and called homoerotic degenerate alcoholic instead. So I had to solve this great race enigma of his. Ever heard about cauldron of pederasty? Al Gul ridden chimeric experiments and mal-adaptations? Neither did I, overall much spicier stuff than you would hear from a fascist. So as I was saying... Evrart Claire, corpulent, sedentary mountain, who has his container moved whenever he needs to go somewhere. Said he's gonna help, find my gun, -1 Morale [DRAMA] - Someone's killin' right now coppo-style. help with the case, only thing is have to do a few solids in return. Seemed like a sleazebag-kind to me, had no choice but to cooperate with him.

And then it kinda forked from there. Moralintern, communism, elysium, cryptids, mega-rich-light-bending guy, commerce ghosts, revolutions and evolutions, you name it Revachol has and has had it all [DRAMA] - FOR REVAKOL! Met heck of a lot of people there, take for example, middle-class woman, who's apparently lost her middle-class man or superstitious bookseller believing there to be a ghost of bankruptcy in her building, tried talking sense into her, she was hell-bent on that one. [SHIVERS] - IT'S REAL, BEWARE OF SNAKE OIL SELLERS AND SPAMMERS! [LOGIC] - Also of a baby pale growing at your doorstep. Idiot Doom Spiral, imagine messing up your keys one day and well.. life spirals... and here you are out on a street telling stories for rotgut, no more high-concept stuff for you. Cuno, king by no choice, who DOESNT GIVE A ♥♥♥♥ about anythin, well his girlfriend there behind a fence may give just a little. Did I say he was baked? Kid gotta find something to focus on while zippin' high and built himself a city. [REACTION SPEED] - Here in NIGHT CITY! [SUGGESTION] - The city of dre... locusts. The pigs lady - done stole my gun and fancied herself Lady Lawman from then on, lacking in hardcore though, unlike speedfreaks that I met inside a tent. Needed help setting up dance club inside a Church. Rhapsodized her innocence Dolorec Dei, made van Eyck's jam harder-core with egg-head, [PERCEPTION - HEARING] - Hardcore to the mega! synched sines with Noid and ruminated a couple of his theories, and then I finally cut a rug with Andre. So I readied those old bones of mine and busted a move. He with his soft-core gyrating stood there slack-jawed admiring the master, was helluva dancing that night, even gotten lieutenant in on that.

After all those and many other shenanigans, it was about time I returned to the case. Followed the thread like a real ♥♥♥♥ Mullen detective I did with many a mystery yet to be tied. Still was not enough, Lely's friends caught up with us, when we met on the plaza. Lemme tell you straightaway I'm usually not the one to chicken out, but those ceramic clad mercs really put some dread into me. [HORRIFIC NECKTIE] - Bratushka! You've naught to fear! Just squeeze me smack-dab into that 98.7% alcohol medicinal spirit and let's light the SHOW! No other way to solve the contretemps, but with blood, hardie boys on one side, mercenaries on another and two poor cops wedged in between. Well, squarely into his armoured chest my self-made molotov goes, [PERCEPTION - VISION] - Hey, HEY TO YOUR RIGHT! turning at once I dodge the bullet by mere millimeter, double fire rings piercingly in my ears, inning of a slit in his helmet gushes out red, out of the corner of my eye I see leutenant's gun steaming; then I meet the bloodshot eyes of the first one, drunk, mad, unbelieving of his own mortality, if I'm to die I'm gonna take you with myself his gaze says. The last thing I remember, warning Kim about third one readying for the shot. [ANCIENT REPTILLIAN BRAIN] - Oh no... You've just died didn't you? Look at yourself all splattered there on the Whirling's pavement, no more dancing for you, at last. [LIMBIC SYSTEM] - But what's that? The door is open and he does not take it. [PAIN THRESHOLD] - It will hurt really bad.

After life, death; after death, life again. Case hasn't been cracked yet and it meant only one thing - sailing to the island, the only lead we had left, that at first seemed quite implausible. Heaved boombox on my pained shoulders and sallied out along with lieutanant under saddest rock song you've ever heard. Made it to the old revolutionary flak tower and finally rested a bit. The loop after loop after loop, sequence is beginning to repeat itself again, Harry. [VOLITION] - You shouldn't have made that call, just forget her. But he can't, his soul's hellfire's been kindled anew and thrice a week torture awaits him now. As queen regnant, Dolores Dei I ask of you to omit platitudes; let me leave, Harry I know how aggravating it is for the both of us. [SUGGESTION] - No, NO! You win her back! Kiss her, she wouldn't be able to resist and you'll become a happy cop again. I'm sorry, but I can't keep go on like that, people need to move on. [/i] [VOLITION] - Now what you've done? [SUGGESTION] - It's on me, I'm to blame. I have a new life now Harry and you will too, joyful and affectionate, look I really need to go... You know those sorts of people who devote their entire lives to some kind of ideal and when dream breaks into smithereens, there's just nothing to replace it? Pure hatred is all that remains; well, it was this kind of patient sitting by the extinguished bonfire. [INSULINDIAN PHASMID] - It must be like the highest of hells, a kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass. Eternal damnation. Vicquemare didn't believe I had it in me, but so I discoed it to the very end...