traffick boss was confused in hyperprison<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">earlier he had cobbled things together into a makebelieve office with him at the head</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">now things were spread apart in little bundles</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">a stub of cigar here, a bundled dustball there, a ripped sock over there, dictator of dictatortopia over there, a stool leg broken in anger over there</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">he half crouched, half sat in the middle. he would scratch his head maybe if he were sure to</div>