So. What if one created a television show. Onscreen an office window, 16 stories up, much like the one Rian is carefully staring out of. A city scape. The scenery, buildings, streets, warehouses are steady. The action is silent but for the roar of bus and train.

It is the people one watches, going about there day. The beggar, the mugger, the mugee. Random people, interconnecting. But is there no Fate? Did we see that red headed scater last week? And the lonely prostitute with the battered hat? Are the writers playing God?

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