Pleebcrawl

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Snowman (Jimmy) crawls along a concrete rampart toward the glassy bubble‑dome, his limp slowing him as the midday sun turns the slab into a furnace. He shades himself under a watchtower, drinks from a bottle, and battles the sensation of his brain “melting like cheese.” The heat triggers a stream of memories: his recent tardiness at AnooYoo, the CorpSeCorms’ likely knowledge of his mother Sharon’s death, and the mocking pink “Cock Clock” that reduces him to a mechanical joke for his lovers.

A lover arrives with take‑out and Scotch, tries to console him, but the conversation devolves into a bitter argument about leaving spouses and fleeing to the pleeblands. The encounter ends with resentment and an uneasy sense of relief.

An intercom buzzes; Crake appears on the lobby screen, giving Jimmy the middle finger but also expressing concern. They exchange terse dialogue about Sharon’s fate, which the regime labeled treason. Crake injects Jimmy with a short‑term vaccine, hands him two passes, and proposes a trip to the pleeblands.

Using a bullet train, a Corps‑guarded car, and the passes, they arrive in the chaotic outskirts of New New York. Crake describes the pleeblands as a giant petri dish, teeming with microbes and pollution, and equips them with nose‑cone filters. The “Street of Dreams” overwhelms Jimmy with neon slogans, diverse crowds—luxury cars, solar bikes, fluorescent‑spandex sex workers, beggars—and stark physical irregularities that contrast with the engineered regularity of the Compounds.

Stalls hawk radical biotech: “Blue Genes Day,” “SnipNFix,” “Heal Your Helix,” “Dreamkidlets,” and more. Crake explains fierce global competition (Russians, Japanese, Germans, Swedes) and how Compound products dominate here. Jimmy is fascinated and overloaded by the advertising.

Crake treats Jimmy to lavish food—real oysters, Japanese beef—and takes him to a series of bars, including one with trapeze‑based oral sex. Jimmy drinks glowing orange cocktails, then recounts a rambling, gum‑like story about his mother’s life. The night ends on a surreal green satin bed attended by sequined, fish‑scale girls, leaving Jimmy both exhilarated and disoriented.

Amid the excess, Jimmy’s earlier gloom lifts. He muses about taking any job, moving on, and starting a “whole new chapter,” feeling a tentative optimism despite lingering doubts about his place in the world.