Beyond the door the market was busy and full of people bustling from one shop to the next. The streets were clean and swept of the trash and litter. I walking into the crowd and surveyed the shops. A butchers shop with fatty meats, a clothing store, a vegetable stand with lush greens and colorful produce, nothing like what we had in Sector 7. I leisurely paced though the road and checked out all the shops. It was just like I imagined. This was exactly the place I could imagine my parents with their bakery.
Reluctantly I left gleaming Sector 4 and returned to the slums of Sector 7. I took a last look at the market Sector before thinking to myself, “Lucky bastards.” I made my way back to Diagram 72, to Clariia’s garage. She was standing on a shelf reaching for a gear when I walked in. She was preoccupied, so I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled, “You really shouldn’t be doing that.” She jumped and nearly fell backward.
“Was that really necessar…” she stepped down and turned to me. I held my card between my index and middle fingers. She gasped, “Where did you get that?”
“That item in Diagram 18 was Hydrospeed. I traded up for this!” I grinned. “Do you realize the kind of haul I can bring in now that I have this?”
“Do you realize the inventions I can make now that I have this? You think you could leave this with me overnight?”
Friday, March 11, 2011
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