Back in the lobby, D was waiting. He didn’t congratulate Leo. He just nodded once, slow, and handed him a fresh black suit.
“Crazy is a luxury,” K said. “We’re the ones who can’t afford it.” Men In Black
The lobby was blinding white, humming with the low thrum of a billion terabytes. Aliens of every conceivable morphology shuffled, slithered, and floated between chrome turnstiles. A creature made of crystallized methane argued with a customs drone about the legality of its emotional-support parasite. A cephalopod in a business suit was using three of its arms to fill out a Form 88-BZR: Declaration of Non-Terrifying Appendages . Back in the lobby, D was waiting