Mitzi’s talking, because she’s always talking. My little sister, Mitzi-the-Wiki, boosted her cog capacities a month ago and might have the whole damn internet in her head. She says “Turicum” was Zurich’s maiden name, it was our town’s title back when we still spoke Latin and served as a Roman tax outpost. Now it’s the name of the nightclub we find ourselves waiting for, the promoters who hail from only the most affluent areas of the wealthiest, most technologically advanced metropolis on earth, having named their shiny new temple to excess in honor of Zurich’s empiric origins. Turicum tonight is a showroom for today’s most eligible human specimens, which also makes it a showroom for credit-hoarding augstitutes. Whereas the club itself has
