originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]"Yeah, it's just in the direction I came from. Watch out though, I had to cut through one of the seedier neighbourhoods to get out without any of my dad's friends seeing me, and it's right on the city outskirts," Nat responded, pointing behind her. About a quarter mile away was Dojoville, hidden beyond a few hills that were between the pair and the city. [/i]
English
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“Agreed. It sounds the most likely to be a normal name.”
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[i]"So you dont remember it?" [/i]
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“I remember all those. Titles, names, project labels maybe. I know they mean me but not much else.”
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[i]"You remember? What?" [/i]
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“I said I remember those words and know they mean me. So I guess they’re my names.”
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[i]"You're fûckin' wierd, you know that?" [/i]
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“Yep.” She says totally unabashedly.
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[i]"At least you know." [/i]
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“You are too. Cybernetic Cowboys are not “normal” assuming we’re using Average Joe as the definition for normal.”
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[i]"You want to go and insult cripples? 'cause plenty of people have prosthetics." [/i]
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“It isn’t an insult.“
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[i]"Right. Well, whaddya wanna do now, just brood edgily on the roof?" [/i]
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“You’re the one who brought me up here, and I’m not brooding.” She says as she continues observing.
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[i]"You know what I mean. And I ain't got any ideas." [/i]
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“Well I need to find somewhere to sleep.”
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[i]"Need an apartment?" [/i]
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“That would qualify.”
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[i]"Go to the Dojo, the place gives away free rooms." [/i]
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“Dojo? This place is home to a martial arts school?”
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[i]"Somewhat." [/i]
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“I see. What are the requirements for housing?”
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[i]"Show up." [/i]
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“Seriously? What’s the catch.”
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[i]"Nothing. It's easier than my ex." [/i]
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There’s a minor twitch under her eye. “How in the world is that a sustainable model?”