Mr. Pong was right, someone was indeed tampering with his city map.
As Mr Pong was ( and is ) completely unaware of his own role in this story, he is also unaware of the fact that he does not exist at all outside this universe.
One can only speculate on the consequences of this, but one should not ignore the likelihood that this might lead to a development of religious sensations.
Questions might arise — questions like:
Who am I ?
Where do I come from?
Who is the master of the universe?
For now I have determined that he should seek his answers in The Church of the New Madonna, or "The New Mad ", as it's being referred to by the natives.
The provisional city was a randomly constructed failure from the beginning, so it has to be tuned in order to provide a functioning location for the story that
is meant to be unfolding here. And just like every city is an ever evolving patchwork, this tuning will likewise be an ongoing process, limited only by my own
imagination ( well... and of course by the strength and capacity of my computer).
These are some of my latest creations:
The new waterfront office building.
The bus stop at the Bank Plaza Park at the end of Ambler Lane Alley, the new shePhone billboard and the Amstel Bistro Bar.
A night view of the Ambler Lane Alley and the Amstel Bistro Bar.
Skyline seen from the bay.
A closer view of the now nearly furnished Waterfront Bar, and the quay for the ferry to Pong Island.
The Ambler Lane Alley — an attempt to create a rainy afternoon.
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( The Ambler Lane Alley is a name inspired by the Norwegian name Nesoddtangen — a name consisting of three words that means the same: a piece of land sticking out into the water.)
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