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A Future We'd Like To See 1.45 - Help
By Twoflower (Copyright 1994)

A new day; a new city. One city out of many I had been to.
Exactly twelve cities, to be specific, since five years, fifty
two days, three hours, six minutes, and seventeen seconds ago.

I wanted to settle down, meet some friends, maybe date
someone, have a calm, ordinary social life. It wasn't too much
to ask for. Shame that wasn't to be.

"'scuze me, little girl?" a street bystander called out, as
I was passing him by on the C'atel streets. (I didn't really
like C'atel, but I was certainly equipped to deal with it; I had
my umbrella, my only real possession other than the clothes on my
back.)

I should have kept walking, but naturally, I couldn't.
"Yes, sir? How may I help you?" I asked, not wanting to.

"Do you know how to get to Ninth and Keister from here?" he
asked. "I seem to have lost my map--"

"No worries, sir. What you need to do is walk three blocks
down the street, turn left, and walk two more blocks."

"Thanks, missie. If you'll excu--"

"Of course, Ninth and Keister is known for its specialty
stores and curio shops," I continued, trying to fight the urge to
do so. Maps and city information folders opened themselves
involuntarily.

"Yes, I'm aware of that. Thanks for the inf--"

"Also in the red light district, there are many brothels and
whorehouses as well," I recited from memory. Oh, great. How's
THAT for social awkwardness?

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Someone might tell my wife!"

I gave the man a quick glance. My census files opened.
"Ah, Mr. Paul Territhan Morris, domicile at the juncture of Main
and Lanker. Your wife's name is Shelly and you're allergic to
turnips."

"Shut up, kid."

"Your eyes are blue, your hair is black, you have a fetish
for being tied up with scarves--"