"...Lucky Flight." [Long pause.] "...Never understood the name." "...Nobody's flying anywhere." [Chair creaks.] "...It's an old apartment block..." "...Somebody bolted three retired orbital shuttles on top..." "...Added enough blinking lights..." "...And called it luxury." [Tape hiss.] "...Ground floor smells like..." "...stale beer." "...synthetic roses." "...bad decisions." "...And..." "...something maintenance keeps insisting isn't mold." [Another pause.] "...Upstairs..." "...The VIPs pretend they're rich." "...Downstairs..." "...Everybody else pretends..." "...they're about to be." [Another pause.] "...Funny thing about casinos." "...Everybody thinks..." "...they're gambling against the house." "...Most of the time..." "...they're gambling against whatever convinced them to walk in." [Chair creaks.] "...Anyway." "...This next one's by Static Rain." "Who Sent You?" "...Because in the City of Y..." "...Nobody asks..." "...'How are you?'" "...They ask..." 'Who sent you?' "...Hit it."
