be just another Kronie living in Infinitopia
it is one of the most populated cities in the nation of Veetee
but also one of the safest, never once falling to the same chaos that constantly attacks Global City
maintaining order comes at a cost, with constant surveillance and checks by the Enforcers
still, it is not a bad place to live
today, you are walking to the Library
you hear the ramblings of a man-rat in town square, spreading sedition and lies
you sneer at his thick London accent
many Kronies have gathered to boo him away
the boos are silenced by the deafening sound of a cumshot ringing through the air
the ratman drops dead, head reduced to a bloody, cum-stained pulp
the nearby enforcer, Cum Gun in hand, orders you all to disperse
everyone turns a blind eye to this blatant extrajudicial action
the Londoner had it coming anyway

with the Enforcers cleaning up town square, you take a detour through the slums
so deep is the love of the Kronies here, they actively try to induce schizophrenia in themselves in order to be with the Kroniisiah
but it is not real, only figments of the imagination that can turn one's mind against itself
a deranged tulpamancer holds thin air in his arms, crying about his love softly to his imaginary Kroni
another faces the wall, banging his clockface against the surface and yelling to make the voices stop
another lies destitute, barely moving, his hands twitching with his wild hallucinations
the poor sons of bitches

you make it out of the slums and into the center of the city
you find the two breadbakers hard at work baking fresh bread to keep the city alive and well
though they keep butting into each other's works in attempts to be polite, causing a surplus of bread at times
funny fellows
you pass by the Cumbanks, where Takeshis volunteer their fluids to keep the Enforcers supplied with ammunition
the faint yelling of Japanese cyclists within is unnerving
you pass by the Art House, a statue of Saint Takroniebro vibrant and inspiring
his chiseled, chad-like muscles contrast greatly with his Tako head and serene smile
several artists hard at work in creating new pieces worthy of the Kroniisiah's image
bless them all

You finally make it to the Library
within you find dozens of scribes typing away
most are faceless Kronies like yourself, taking refuge in anonymity as they write tirelessly
a few of them have recognizable faces, such as Scribe Gosling who, while controversial for his work, has contributed nearly a third of all works archived in the Library
the Library is one of the most frequent suppliers of fuel for the Cumbanks, their work is essential to the survival of the city
you make it to the reception desk
a techpriest wearing a Gawr Gura hoodie eyes you quietly with his cold optic augmentations
he must be the chief archivist
he is supposedly an infamous containment breaker, but his hard work at maintaining the Library as well as his frequent donations to the Kroniisiah has earned his some respect
"Can I help you, citizen?"
you share with him your work, a meta fic about life in the Infinitopia
instantly you are swarmed by Servo-Skullclocks
they take your work, scanning it rapidly and transcribing it digitally to the Archivist's monitor
he types a few things and projects your work unto the large screen outside
you smile, happy that you managed to make it into the archives
"Thank you for your contribution, citizen."
you turn and find many other scribes nod approvingly in your direction
it's a nice feeling
that night you pray to the Kroniisiah twice as hard in thanks for your blessings