Brant and several other people boarded one of the moving platforms as it stopped before them. The city sped by in a vari-colored blur. At the main Sensory Communications Building Brant got off. The building loomed massive before him, its rose plastic exterior warm looking in the sunlight. Brant, with another glance skyward at the clock, went inside.
He walked briskly down the jade hall and entered an office labeled Assistant Director of Sensory Communications.
Lisa, seated behind a desk, greeted him. "We've got sun this morning, Brant. Have a good time last night?"
"Had a ball, doll! You look great this morning." Brant said. "Benton in yet?"
"Waiting for you," Lisa replied. "Told me to send you right in."
Brant turned and entered the inner office of Axel Benton, Director of Sensory Communications for Dreamtown.
Benton looked up and frowned as Brant entered. "The show on the Council has to go on two weeks earlier," he fairly shouted at Brant. "The Minister of Entertainment called this morning and he's hot! Says the Council is having a fit about the increase in activity among the Rebels; and rumors have been leaking out that they're planning to destroy Dreamtown. So they want the show on sooner. Also, they want a half hour show instead of twenty minutes."
"Nobody cares what the Rebels are doing and it's crazy to think they could destroy the city. So what's all the rush about?" Brant asked angrily.
"I figured you'd talk that way so I arranged a little session for you this morning that may bring you to your senses, bright boy Brant," Benton retorted. He barked into the intercom on the desk.
"Call downstairs and have them send up Jennings, Lisa," Benton ordered.