J: Bill, I need your help. I’ve kinda reached a dead end here.
B: They didn’t even put you on the wait list?
J: You’ve got to fix this.
B: Jack, listen, I got problems of my own.
J: Whoever we need to bring in, let’s bring in.
B: Jack –
J: Who do we know down at the State house?
J: Somebody’s got to owe me a favor –
B: All new people now, you know that, Jack.
J: Look Bill, this is important. If we don’t get in –
B: What? What happens?
J: Jenny and I go live in the Basin.
B: You’re relo to the Basin? What part?
J: Who cares? It’s all horrible. You’ve got to fix this.
B: Because if it’s the north part, we can be neighbors.
B: Hard to believe we have the same ecodamage score as you and Jenny. I must have had a better time than I remember.
J: You’ve been relo’ed to the Basin?
B: Maybe you’re a curse, Jack. A taint. Like King Midas. Everything you touch turns to fucking carbon. Maybe you and Jenny put me and Abby in the Basin. Your score is so high it just slops over.
J: Bill, don’t do this. We have to stick together.
B: Oh we will, Jack. All of us, the old gang. Down in the Basin. Until it floods.
B: At least I got waitlisted.
J: Because of Abby. Her big heart.
B: Her big heart’s been hurting, Jack. For real, you know that. She told me thirteen thousand people died again today. Not counting Dubai.
J: Dubai can pay for its own fucking ecodamages.
B: Abby says we’re lucky to get the Basin.
J: Bill, if you and Abby do get into the co-op, you’ll — you’ll see what you can do?
J: Get me on the waitlist at least?
B: Sure. Sure, Jack. For old times’ sake, I’ll see what I can do.
(Inspired by the voicemail “Intentional Community” on FutureCoast.org: http://futurecoast.org/voicemail/59908-22066305/
“Intentional Community” leaked to us from the year 2056.)