Eruption in Neo-Tokyo -- A bubbling pillar strains at the clouds -- Saucer- sized globs of paint rain down streets -- A river of synthetic rainbow colours flows through Shibuya Terminal -- Lemon streaks wash down walls mingling with sky blue drizzle -- Pedestrians caught knee-deep in the swirling colours struggle, clutching their briefcases, wiping paint from their brows -- Viscous red floods gush out of sewage drains threatening to sweep away the parked automobiles -- Birds do insane dances, madly flap their wings --

A tide of purple and yellow paint washes the GG's down through Dogenzaka Hill like a great slide -- The Goddess statue gives up the ghost, sinking beneath a wave of chocolate -- They sail through the music store at the bottom of the hill -- The current tears posters from the walls, swallows display stands -- The GG's are funneled out onto the street, a heap of tables and chairs from a sidewalk cafe collect in an eddy at the side of a building --

DJ Professor K comes through radio static and Corn struggles to make out his words above the beating of news choppers that fill the sky -- "Day-glo Neo-Tokyo! So much soul in the streets -- Noise Tanks short-circuiting at Chuo Street -- Emergency broadcast from the keisatsu and city council are frantic, but no casualties have been reported yet --"

The GG's wallow in paint and streak sunblobs over themselves with coated fingertips -- Eyelashes crusted together in blue shells -- Lips dribbling bright yellow -- They begin sliding down walkways in Shibuya Terminal, flinging paint at the bystanders too modest to sink down into the colourpool -- Jazz and Beat lie flat in a puddle and form paint angels that disappear as soon as they are made -- A tug of war has broken out with Boogie, Rhyth, and Soda on one side and Corn, Gum and Clutch on the other -- Yo-yo and Cube link hands and act as the rope -- The whole party splashes down in a fit of laughter --

Corn sees Rhyth getting up on her elbows and knees -- A dab of paint covers her nose and chin -- Her white thighs -- A gossamer of satin covers her ass -- He sees Gum's breasts crushed against the paint and tiny drops leaping up to lie on them -- He opens his mouth against Rhyth's lips, stetches his hands out to grab her waist --

A sudden silence has blanketed Shibuya Terminal -- The GG's oblivious -- Gum falling on Jazz's back to nibble her earlobe -- Rhyth wraps her legs around Corn. . . .

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We dropped our skates into the rubbish bin when the helicopters came -- We took off everything that might mark us as rudies -- The wristbands we used to listen to Jet Set Radio we threw into the sunset -- They had been ruined anyway with all the paint -- People were too tired to examine us very closely in those cramped rescue choppers -- We were too tired to care if they did -- All of us were dazed silent, staring up at the ceiling, our arms crossed, our heads tilted back and our mind's empty from sheer exhaustion --

The sun was about to sink behind the horizon -- Looking over at Gum I saw a drop of sweat slowly inch its way down her bare chest -- It touched a spot of dark blue paint that had beaded on her skin -- In the droplet the paint dissolved into a little blue cloud --