COAST ORB reflectingwaterthought - 1342

G 0 START 1 input 0->1 9 Rhetoric: Wait -- take a longer look at yourself and how you're reflected in that slick chemical rainbow. What do you *see*? 1->9 2 You: I don't see the problem. Revachol moved on to a service industry. Get with the times, yo. 14 Rhetoric: Right. Here's some advice that's good for business and life: never fight a losing battle. I'm not even going to argue with you. 2->14 3 Physical Instrument: Filth! This needs environmental action -- now! 18 reflections_of_dirt 3->18 4 Rhetoric: The engines stopped. The West Revacholian industrial base was dismantled after the war. Now, extinguished coke furnaces dot the landscape. A landscape despoiled by industry. 4->3 5 Rhetoric: The engines of fortune once roared here. Great wealth poured into Revachol, the Delta. As did smoke, waste, sickness, life... 15 You: What happened? 5->15 6 Rhetoric: Perhaps you could dedicate your life to cleaning it up. But you're a cop. You must concern yourself with different messes. Even so: it's pretty to think. 7 You: Some nasty water? 8 Rhetoric: Exactly! The *blood of industry*. The run off from Coal City, further down the coast. 7->8 8->5 20 Conceptualization: Metaphor. It's always metaphor. 9->20 10 You: Just me, I guess? 12 Rhetoric: No! For a second, think about something other than yourself -- think about *the blood of industry* here before you. The run off from Coal City, further down the coast. 10->12 11 You: [Discard thought.] 12->5 13 You: West Revacholian industrial base? That's so me. 16 Rhetoric: Yes. Fortune left you too, leaving only pharmaceuticals and a sub-par service based industry. 13->16 15->4 17 Rhetoric: This is more important than you. That's the blood of industry you see before you. The run off from Coal City, further down the coast. 17->5 18->2 18->13 19 You: There was a serious dereliction of duty in this clean up. 18->19 19->6 20->7 20->10 20->11 21 You: Some kind of metaphor for me? 20->21 21->17