Register 9

Playing the waiting game at Generic Depot
At the end of the late afternoon line
Growing more disgruntled by the minute
But the checker's a model of cool efficiency
More beautiful the nearer this local god gets
She finally whisks his few items over the scanner
Gazing at him with turquoise eyes
Her smile more radiant than the lights overhead
"Miranda," he whispers, reading her tag
"Forget about this travesty, pure drudgery
And accompany me to Paradise
There we'll experience endless pleasure
The entire spectrum of sensual experience
Your every desire, and mine, fulfilled"
Miranda's eyes widen in wonder
Filled with some nameless passion
Her full lips parting as they approach the mike
To murmur "Security, Register 9..."