"What's the date, March 21?"

"Yeah I think. Let's check. Yeah March 21."

"Cool!"

The two guys walked down the street, walking like two walkers in the walking district. They were in fact in the walking district so they were not out of place. Nobody was out of place. It was impossible to inhabit such a label because labels were outlawed. It was a better society.

Their conversation, however brief, was also mandated by law. Walkers in the walking district were required to do two things: walk and talk. That's all. If you can walk, you can talk, and if you can talk, well you better be a-walkin' ok?

"What time is it, 8:45pm?"

"Yeah I think. Let's check. Yeah 8:45pm."

"Cool!"

There was not much to talk about but spending time talking ABOUT the time was not a difficult subject. It was typically how most people fulfilled their required quota of conversation.

"ACHHOOOOO," sneezed the guy.

"Uh huh," replied the other guy almost in answer as if he were answering, which in fact he was.

Lights appeared in the distance, two blinding orbs of malice. Malicious orbs. Malice Police, everybody knew them as. Those two words didn't rhyme even though if they did the word play would have been a lot more clever. As it stood, they were just words.

The lights grew brighter, an impossible fact but occurring presently nonetheless. Before long, they faded into a dull throbbing angry red-like red that took its color from the state of mind most closely associated with rage. The Malice Police pulled in front of the two guys. Without the lights it was just an ordinary Peace Force Cruiser, outfitted with the standard equipment: guns, guns, guns guns, lots of guns, guns gun-style guns and the best guns that look like guns.

"Where you boys going, boys?" inquired Peace Officer 75XX3. His name had been branded into his forehead.

"Walking, sir! Walking and talking!" replied the two guys simultaneously, same words, same tone.

"That's right you were," 75XX3 answered robotically. The guns were rotating in a terrifying fashion. The sounds they made sounded like this: WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWWWWWWw. They were powering up.

"Mind if we get back to a-walkin' and a-talkin?" inquired one of the guys.

"Gotta keep the pace up, boys," answered the Officer in a no-nonsense tone that had earned him his position on the Peace Force.

"Yes sir we will."

The Malice Police. They were awesome but sometimes a little too in-your-face. The Cruiser fired up its turbo-blasters and turbo-blasted away into the sky (it could fly). The two guys watched it go with huge smiles plastered onto their faces. 

The wind blew in a chill-like manner. So chilly! How to get out of this wind? Now to get out of this wind! But how? Right now? Right now!

"Let's move onto another subject," one guy said, snapping his fingers in a complicated rhythm that would have won a custody battle had he been fighting one, which he was but just not right now. 

"What subject shall we engage upon within which whereupon with which?" 

"The kind that will allow us ample opportunity to have it." Good conversation was like good wine: it was always good and never bad. You could never have bad conversation, "bad talkies," in the walking district. These districts were aware of themselves and prided themselves on their identities.

It was night, by the way. Very dark in the urban corridors that made up the sprawling lattice-like city. Seen from above, the city was a blue-and-orange-and-black-and-white-and-yellow collection of successful glitter bombs. Nobody could know this because nobody could see the city from above. From below, it was a dank wet mass of anxiety and neurosis, a festering maggot pile. Like most cities, it was just plain awesome, divided up into districts that all had the same name and same laws. These districts were further divided into sub-districts that served no purpose. Such sub-districts contained nothing of interest besides the law of the land. Individual kings ruled these sub-districts. Sometimes wars broke out, other times they did not. That was just the way it went.