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Driving a Smart Car through the tough streets of South London, Kevin felt he'd made it. He was a top IT consultant, lived in Brixton and had lots of friends on the internet. He'd even bought his own flat, although it was a converted public toilet.
Spacious, and well ventilated, it wanted for good light, and smelled of trough lollies. The women's side had evidently been converted to a synagogue, and the regular yiddish chanting and flagellators' wailings interrupted business daily. There was a good
reason for this:
he was born with a mishapen bum. When he farted it made a noise like a bassoon. He'd trained himself to play complex pieces and did a lot of advertising work.
She thought it always paid to advertise, but she was wrong: the neon sign she'd had surgically implanted on her forehead caused
a sensation at the 2020 Beirut World's Fair. Using emerging cybernetic technologies, females who had for decades admired the implants finally had their chance, and cultural standards of female beauty were forever altered.
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