"This new society is glamorous in the way blood is red and money is green. Ocharovanye – glamour – is what the German philosophers call a categorical imperative, and they like German philosophers here. The lust for icy luxury extends from the energy billionaires down to wretches living six to a room. Everyone has a secret elixir – and they never save the bottle it comes in, either. Not every Natasha of the thousands hitting the streets is sold into white slavery. Not every heavily-tattooed convict zek has better things to do.
Some like their jobs – or at least, they flaunt the perks of the underworld. They say: ”Life is a prison from which it is sometimes possible to break out. But only temporarily."
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