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moment, movements in reverse to a point and then stopping. George
walks around the two, studying the positioning, the 360║
composition. Cutting from one angle to another is much more of an
art in cine-holography than cinematography, since George must also
control 360║ segue and use the powerful effect of planned vertigo.
A phone call interrupts his concentration. He is annoyed.
"Editing room," George snaps, answering.
"Sorry ... I hope I haven't disturbed you." Marilyn Monroe's
face is on the phone's 2D screen. "Silly of me, really --- of
course I've disturbed you."
"Well," George says. His voice is weak, all harshness
disappearing into a little hole in space. His heart rate changes
painfully. "I'm not too busy to answer the phone."
"I was hoping ... there might be a chance ... you would have
dinner with me." Despite all the make up and state-of-the-art
genetic engineering, she suddenly looks more like Norma Jean than
Marilyn.
"I'm probably going to be working until three or four in the
morning." George says this regretfully --- it's hard for him to
speak the words. "Would you still be interested tomorrow night?"
"Yes, I would." She smiles.
Joy. Glee. Rapture.
Heartburn.
Sickness.
They say good-bye and George labors far into the wee hours of
the morning, falling asleep with his head inside the image of
Bernadette's heaving torso.
The rain continues on and off the next day. Large areas of
coastal Los Angeles have been claimed by the sea, and one seaside
highway, on pillars, gives a great view of half-submerged
buildings encrusted with sick yellow barnacles and gray-blue
mussels. George is on his way to meet Bernadette, and he is
wondering why it was happening.
Maybe, George, it's because she likes you, and wants to get
to know you better.
You know that's bullshit, George. She couldn't possibly give
a rat's ass about you. She's pulling some sort of career move
thing, and she's going to try to talk you into working on her
portfolio for free, "as a friend." Or maybe she's involved in one
of those stupid cults and she's going to try and recruit you.
She's one of the "Daughters of Orca" and she needs you as a male
sacrifice to that big fish they're keeping in Huntington Bay.
The restaurant, Sal's by the Water, is on the banks of the
Los Angeles River, which is so full it's in danger of flooding the
parking lot. Despite the run-down look this is a chic place, and
the entrance is guarded by doormen. As the SmartCab pulls up and
stops, two dozen heads turn to watch George get out, watching to
see if he is somebody. Disappointed, they turn away.
The two large male doormen have Cinematia bodies: Sylvester
Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger. While the clones are pumped up