I had not long woken when the sleeping pod lifted me toward the surface. Clippy was peering down when the sidewalk slid aside and, raising two open hands above her head, proclaimed, “He has risen!” I chuckled a little “You got the jokes as well? That would be one of my top ten all-time snoozes; I am, as you say, ready to process data. How long did I sleep?” Clippy tilted her head again in confusion. “The elapsed system time was 315 milliseconds; I can process a lot of data over that interval, but uploads experience time differently; you would probably say it felt like about eight hours.”

I climbed out of the sleeping pod, stood up, and stretched. Looking across the street, I noticed all the glowing balls had disappeared from the Department of Revenue Storage. Was it back to normal? Well, on a cyberspace scale, it looked business as usual.

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The view from a Japanese sleeping capsule as it retracts beneath the sidewalk, framed like a Wes Anderson movie
The view from a Japanese sleeping capsule as it retracts beneath the sidewalk, framed like a Stanley Kubrick movie
The view from a Japanese sleeping capsule as it retracts beneath the sidewalk, framed like a David Fincher movie
The view from a Japanese sleeping capsule as it retracts beneath the sidewalk, framed like a Ridley Scott movie