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it’s fucking boring too with just the two of us.”
        A spark of genius hit me, I had an eureka, the light bulb blinking, or more like a high-def LED TV with its wide array of colours. “Why don’t we open a Starbucks franchise, and we can invite those likeminded in. I’m sure we can come up with some sort of an agreement with those Americans.”
       “Yah, it’ll be quite a cool marketing campaign for them,” Jai-I contributed his thoughts. He was getting excited with the idea. “Intellectual debate and coffee go together, caffeine spurs the brain cells.”
        We started planning our modus operandi, our business model. “This is gonna be one fucking interesting dimension we are talking about. We can even franchise the working model to others. Wow, this is great!”
     
        Back in Syurga, I said, “I met someone in ZOOL.A.ND. She told me something interesting. Was just wondering if you could enlighten me?”
       “Sure , go ahead,” he replied.
       “Have you heard of anyone born in ZOOL.A.ND?”
       “Countless times. It happens every nanosecond.”
       “What about those that...er...just wake up , without a childhood or past?”
       “It happens,” he shook it off casually.
       “Would you know the creators?” I questioned.
       “I could; or it could be me. I’ve done lots of stuff like that; but then again, I may not, unless I dig. ZOOL.A.ND, as you know, is created with anarchy in mind. It’s my experiment; I don’t hold much control of what goes on in there. I created, and opened it up to all the gods in my database, and advertised it as a wild land of freedom so that I have a place to go to to feel inspired. There are a zillion things going on that I could not have thought of. Cool thing is that it’s all caught in my mainframe for future projects.”
       “So you can trace someone if you wanted to.” I persisted.
       “Of course I can, but maybe not to full comprehension.”
       “Meaning?”
       “It depends on how the creator or inventor designed the being. If it’s clearly within ZOOL.A.ND, then I shouldn’t have any problem; however if the creation is a hybrid of ZOOL.A.ND and other programming platforms, it could be more difficult, especially depending on how technically adept and agile the maker is. It could be some hot-shot deity behind for which I’m no match, or even from an unknown portal…since I advertised ZOOL.A.ND far and wide, transmitting its waves across celestial zones.”
        I sat silent. Pondering.
        Jai-I horsed in, “You got de hots for someone, eh?”
        I sat silent. Pondering.
       “She must be some kinda goddess to get you all gentlemanly. Careful, she may be charming you.”
       “I don’t mind” I replied cunningly, my hands crafting the shape of her hips in thin air.
       “Ha ha.”
       “Thing is , she said she’s stuck in ZOOL.A.ND. She says she can’t exist outside of it. Sure, ZOOL.A.ND is great, with all respect, it’s got a zillion things going on…but it’s still just in ZOOL.A.ND.”
       “You just want to fuck her out of ZOOL.A.ND. Fuck her in Syurga, I’ll say. Heavenly.” Jai-I closed his eyes, fantasizing inside while he puffed on a cigar.
       “Well , I can fuck her in ZOOL.A.ND anytime,” I prided.
       “Yah, but you wanna fuck her out of it too. Lover boy.” Jai-I slid on the Oakley. After a moment’s silence, he added, “I’ll see what I can do after figuring this fucking memory system out,” he tapped on the shades and picked up his dissected Nokia, and escaped to an alternate parallel reality.
     
     
     
    7
     
    Syurga
     
        I left Club Utopia, my brain updating all information conceived in Sparta. The strategy can be summarized accordingly:  
     
    Brand Positioning: A cosy hangout for intellectuals to chill and network.
    Partners: Starbucks and potential member franchisee*
    Marketing Campaign: Coffee and TV** (using the Blur song of the