"That makes more sense. You didn't seem like someone too rich to bother learning how t'read - we get them, you know. They come over to Touristville for a night on the wild side, then get pissed they gotta read a menu."
"And no, they do not." Her hands move remarkably quickly; she might be using a little of her extra speed. "Everything about this place... there's joints like this where I'm from. Gettin' caught by one's basically my worst nightmare - they're bad enough to work for if you're salaried, indentured... shit, you know?" If you're lucky, corp security shoots you dead right then and there. If you're unlucky, someone has questions, and it takes a little longer. And if god has decided to fuck you in particular that day, they don't kill you - because they have some other use for you. And you probably end up dead at the end anyway.
"You grew up on a farm? Like a real one? I got to pet a cow, once."
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"That makes more sense. You didn't seem like someone too rich to bother learning how t'read - we get them, you know. They come over to Touristville for a night on the wild side, then get pissed they gotta read a menu."
"And no, they do not." Her hands move remarkably quickly; she might be using a little of her extra speed. "Everything about this place... there's joints like this where I'm from. Gettin' caught by one's basically my worst nightmare - they're bad enough to work for if you're salaried, indentured... shit, you know?" If you're lucky, corp security shoots you dead right then and there. If you're unlucky, someone has questions, and it takes a little longer. And if god has decided to fuck you in particular that day, they don't kill you - because they have some other use for you. And you probably end up dead at the end anyway.
"You grew up on a farm? Like a real one? I got to pet a cow, once."