[ Tech Boy nods in agreement with the statement. ] Not so much the people. [ More and more, he's been feeling the same way, and certainly for K's comfort, the fewer humans the better. He hadn't thought that all the way through... but at the same time, he did still want to show it to K. On occasion, it could be a pretty big deal to Tech Boy. The raves had been a cornucopia of worship for the technology god, from the music and the lights, to the cell phones in the pocket of everyone present at the event, to the vapes that were especially popular to a specific age group who frequently in attendance. It's a good venue for a quick worship fix, and the god practically glowed there. ]
Bass so loud you can feel it in your bones. [ This is accompanied by a weak projection to K about what he means, a view of the room from his own perspective. He's leaned against a black-painted wall, far away from the dancers. ] Music for hours composed on or by computer programs and pumped into the room by more of the same. The fragrant haze from fog machines and vaporized intoxicants. People taking selfies to show their newsfeeds what they're missing. "Wish you were here," and oh boy did they ever.
[ The projection fades, and he can't help but feel a pang of loneliness of being set apart from everyone as the view of the dancers falls away. He hadn't meant for that to slip in. The raves he attended were ones he generally considered good memories. That's why he'd brought it up. But rather than linger on that negative emotion, Tech Boy squeezes K in a brief hug then settles back into comfortably cuddling him while they dance. This is why he wants K to see it. Surrounded by an environment designed to boost his power, but with K at his side. ]
I had a white stretch limo with all the options. The mood lighting, the softest leather. Gotta arrive in style so everyone knows where the party is. Hardly anyone's allowed inside [ except for Media. Fuck. ] but they see me coming. It feels good to be seen like that.
[ Tech Boy looks up at K again, tilting his head ever so slightly to one side. ] I want to take you out. "In" is good. I like "in". I prefer "in"... but I want to take you out somewhere sometime and spoil you Technical Boy style. [ a beat. ] If you want to.
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Bass so loud you can feel it in your bones. [ This is accompanied by a weak projection to K about what he means, a view of the room from his own perspective. He's leaned against a black-painted wall, far away from the dancers. ] Music for hours composed on or by computer programs and pumped into the room by more of the same. The fragrant haze from fog machines and vaporized intoxicants. People taking selfies to show their newsfeeds what they're missing. "Wish you were here," and oh boy did they ever.
[ The projection fades, and he can't help but feel a pang of loneliness of being set apart from everyone as the view of the dancers falls away. He hadn't meant for that to slip in. The raves he attended were ones he generally considered good memories. That's why he'd brought it up. But rather than linger on that negative emotion, Tech Boy squeezes K in a brief hug then settles back into comfortably cuddling him while they dance. This is why he wants K to see it. Surrounded by an environment designed to boost his power, but with K at his side. ]
I had a white stretch limo with all the options. The mood lighting, the softest leather. Gotta arrive in style so everyone knows where the party is. Hardly anyone's allowed inside [ except for Media. Fuck. ] but they see me coming. It feels good to be seen like that.
[ Tech Boy looks up at K again, tilting his head ever so slightly to one side. ] I want to take you out. "In" is good. I like "in". I prefer "in"... but I want to take you out somewhere sometime and spoil you Technical Boy style. [ a beat. ] If you want to.