Super Short Story called PICARD

PICARD from circa 2020

Funky nu-disco music filled the ambiance of neo holographs, open storefronts and vape smoke floating throughout the avenue. "Another night, another party."

Picard smiled as he rehearsed the place's slogan, strolling with his usual swag toward his traditional first stop to kick off one of his nights out on the town.

The Raunchy Ranch Bar and Nightclub barely lived up to its name on most nights, and that was alright with Picard. Where the club's patrons fell short of Raunch, the hired nude dancers took out the whipcream and afforded the guests some privacy-in-public.

There was always something to see at The Raunchy Ranch and Picard neverfailed to do his part launching the evening's festivities.

After a long day at the office it was good to press the night for whatever entertainment was on offer. Picard's office was in reality wherever he stood or sat down at any given time.

"Working" depended on whether or not his MagPsych was activated and the Bola Stream presenting an interesting opportunity to profit.

Today there had been one helluva a chance to score big, and it included a train to catch. Picard decided to look up the offer. Tonight was going to be his last memory of Olive Avenue for sometime to come.

THE END