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[i]She found basically Google maps on steroids, with a bunch of stores marked on the map. [/i]
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She scans it over carefully. “Do you have any idea where I can get a job?”
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[i]"Do you need one? I can straight up fund you for doing some shit for me." [/i]
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“Yes. What sort of shit?”
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[i]"General shit. I need a hand, you come help." [/i]
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“I agree to those terms.” She says, coldly and focused on the city, eyes flickering back and forth over its streets and houses.
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[i]"Cool. Also, you mind telling me what I can call you?" [/i]
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“Divia, Betrachter, Nazir, Mirumono, aanschouwer, Sakshay, spectateur, paratritis, ochevidets,” She stops. “I think it’s one of those. Or maybe all of them. Maybe none of them.”
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[i]"Let's just roll with Divia, aight?" [/i]
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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]