Broken Mermaids.

These tunnels only exist in his dreams as subways underneath railway lines,they are suffocating but diverse, useful but pointless.
Demonic but divine.
Yet he moves across the room at ceefax speed, slowly searching for the right page, displaying massive pixels of simplified data.
And to be alone with him is to become intoxicated by his half truth yarns of broken ships and mermaids that never mastered the art of swimming, let alone seduction.