I followed the road that went towards the city, during this time, I waved at incoming cars to hatch a ride but all drive past me. I’m not sure why, do they know that I am an unnatural, scientifically designed human being, or they had too much momentum to stop, or its against the rules to stop in the highway? Regardless, I still have kept my stamina through out the walk.

It have been about an hour and then I’ve reached a bridged road with commercial stores I believe under the bridge. All this hiking have made me hungry but if I recall correctly, in human society, I need to get money to purchase the goods I need. I believed that this method was superior in order to control finite resources unlike those scientists that hoard all the resources and dictate who can use want.

I also started to get this urge to cut, cut flesh, the flesh that have inflicted pain to me. There was no one, well no one deserve it to get slice and diced. “Ouch!”, I screamed and I realized that I took a knife and cut my left wrist without noticing. It was automatic like breathing. I need to get a job, but what? I kept on going further down the city.

As I journey deeper into the heart of the city, I stomped onto the centre of the tall skyscrapers roaring the skies, lights from every position I looked, the structures, the car, the roads. I never been in such a crowded area, all individuals with their own lives. They hold and talk on these primitive computers, old cars littered the roads, noise of every possible source sounding at once. It was overwhelming at first but they it became comforting the longer I stayed.

I then heard this bombastic beat from this dark blue lit building on the other side of the street. People were outside drinking and making weird movements. I walked towards this mystery building while trying avoid the speeding cars as they made weird honking sounds. The outsiders stared at me in shock, I replied with a simple, “Hi.”, followed with an awkward and shy smile.

As I entered the building, there is a large dark skinned man in a black suit on the right sitting on the floor holding a bottle. He said, “ID?”. I said, “Twenty four?”. He smile then laughed, he said, “Ah screw it, welcome to Technovania!”. I think he is drunk, regardless, I go in to the interior of the building. The sounds are loud, and catchy. A lot of people were making those cool and weird movements while drinking their beverages. It smelled weird, probably due to the multicultural backgrounds of all these people.

I went to the front of the counter top and a pale skinned guy with a white suit was serving drinks. I asked him, “I’m looking for a job.”, he looked at me oddly, replying “Um, okay”. He looked at the screen computer, made some commands, then started making a drink. A brown male with loose clothes came up to me and said in a funny voice “Yo girl, this is the Technovania. Techno is back baby and you should get the hot shot, it will fire up your party butt to the fly.”.

The guy at the counter top gave me a white, carbonated drink and he said also in a funny voice, “That will be fifth-teen ninety nine sweet cheeks.”. I was a little scared because I had no money. As I was trying to think of an answer, this female with peach skin, came up with little clothes, blue furred ears like a cat, and said to the drink man, “Oh, this one is on me bar manchie.”. She lay down the money and the bar manchie took it, then push the drink towards me ending with, “Enjoy.”.

She made eye contact with me with piercing eyes, and said in a Texas accent, “You not around this part of town, aren’t you?”. I replied back nervously, “Um, yeah. You aren’t wearing a lot of clothes, actually coming to think of it.”. She confidently reply, “Oh cutie buns, the boys love it, and its a hot day, can’t let your skin melt behind the layers of corporate wool.”. She then added with a little suspicious tone, “You know, your the first grill to notice my dubs.”.

These people use very strange vocabulary, I never heard of it on the internet, tho they did censored the internet greatly, they must be gifted with unlimited internet. I was thinking of telling her my past but I was nervous if she was an agent and I wanted to leave that horrid lifestyle behind. But before I could would give an answer, she said, “I’m Reba, what is your name solid eyes?”.

My thoughts change, then I act on instinct, “K three.”. She looked in disappointment, “Kitten, that a horrible name, I heard drone names with more flare.”. I then come to my senses and thought of an alternative, then lied, “My real name is Lue, that just my code name.”.

Reba laughed a little, “I know the bull fecal but I’ll snatch that.”. She then notice my left arm was cut, “Yo grill, what happen to your off hand there?”. I took a good look and claimed, “Uh, I accidentally cut myself while, um, cutting meat.”. Reba come back with “Oh so your a butcher? You cut and handle meat?”. I thought to myself that it could be something that I could do, I took the opportunity to possibly find a job, “Yeah, right now I’m looking for a job as I have entered this city.”. Reba smiled, “I may be able to hook you with a payroll. I know a guy that are looking for, special handling. Something that a robot couldn’t, by cookie touch, do.”. While joy of relief, “Thank you. You are so kind.”. She spoke of appreciation, “No problemo, but we gotta remix your game buttercup.”. In confusion, I asked, “What do you mean?”. She spoke, “Look at those dubs, they are bland and stiff, they look like prisoner skin cages. Let me get you something more, flash.”.

Reba got up from her chair and shown hand gestures to follow her. I got up and took my drink, took a sip and tasted a strong, bitter and cold substance of carbonated liquid. As I follow her through the center and heart of the building. A young girl with a drink bumped into me at my left and spilled her drink all over the tall, masculine guy on the other side of me at my right. The guy shouted, “What the fuck!?”. The girl screamed “Hey who do you think you are just stand in my way, buch?”. Another young girl behind her quietly said, “Whoa, she didn’t budged.”.

I was about to say sorry but then she tried to push me, before her weak left arm could push me, I dropped the drink, I grabbed it at blinking speed, twist it while turning her to have her back face me, then kick her femur to knee her, then finally tackle her to the ground while keep her arm locked. I spoke close to her ear, “There is no need for violence here.”. She was silent, shocked and scared. I look up and saw the crowd have moved back form me, staring. The guy came closer as I heard his footsteps, “Whoa, whoa, chill grills.”. Reba came up and said, “Lets go buttercup.”. As she starts guiding me with her hands. I let the young girl go and followed Reba to where she will help me with my attire.

Reba leaded to a clothing station like place with slick clothing lit with lights. They turn on and off with a constant beat, like they are moving with the music. Reba scattered around looking for the perfect suit. A light skin, blonde hair male step up to her and asked, “Hey Reba, whats new today? Choosing another style for a new cream?”. Reba replied, “Yeah Chony. Problem is, she is small, and has an, interesting personality.”. They took a good amount of time of thinking and looking around, while checking me often. Then Chony look raised his finger, “I think I got the stuff.”. He walked towards me and made measurements with a measuring tape on me. Then he walks towards a room at the back of the front door counter top, open the door and looked for a clothing set.

I approached Reba and asked, “Do you know what he is looking for?”. Reba replied, “I’m not sure, if he can’t find anything, he can hook you up with custom blings due that might have to have you having to pour some in the pot.”. I grew a little suspicious, she seem to friendly to help me this much. Getting a drink is one thing but buying an entire set of clothing and help search for me a job seem too generous, so I asked, “Do you often help people to this extent?”. She smile, “Your not the first to ask that. From a young child, I always wanted to help people, get them on the right track, not what their parents, internet or school would tell them but to encourage them to take care of themselves.”. Curiously, I questioned, “Parents, internet and school? Why not?”. Her smiled died out, “Back in my younger years, after high school, I joined the United States armed forces, and lets just say what I learned is not nice. What I did was that I wasn’t protecting my country but putting the blood covered money on corporate pockets.”.

I think I know what she is talking about, I know they were involved in my caving and would have ‘sold’ me to bidders that needed others dead, but from her story, she sound like she voluntary entered the military force, and why would she tell people to not trust their parents? And all of the internet? Its too broad. She really didn’t answer my question.

Chony came out with a dark blue and black trench coat with blue outlines and lights. Chony walked towards us “I think I found the perfect suit.”. I commented, “That, looks nice, it fits in with all the other themes I witnessed on the other structure tho smoother and dark.”. Chony shake his head, and whispered to Reba, “Its perfect.”. He then proceed to give me the suit, “Try this on, see if it fits, it the only one so cross your snapping fingers.”. I don’t know how crossing my fingers would help but I took the suit and find the changing room and exchange my wearings.

As I was changing my clothing, I heard Reba using her computer to talk to another person. “Hello, yeah its Reba. You still looking for a butcher and meat handler employee?”. She pause, then said, “Good, I got one, she will meet you soon. At the local grocery store. Yeah see you then rough cheeks.”.

As I come out from the changing room, I enjoy the fitting of this odd trench coat. It even matched my blue hair and knives, tho I hope that they will not have to touch the flesh of a human.

Reba applause “Whoa, that looks so light, its a perfect match in ions.”. I reply, “You gonna have to teach me more of your vocabulary. Also I heard your discussion with my employer.”. Reba said, “Yes, we will be meeting here.”. Ending with a wink. I think she said the local grocery store as a code word for Technovania, is this place a place for outlaws, if so, why so public?

Reba filled the low ambience “Well since we are here waiting, let me teach you some dance moves buttercup.”. She grabbed my right hand and followed me back to the Technovania building. I blushed, left hand at my face, she was pulling me and I just let her. I don’t know what it is but I have this fondness for her.

We arrived at the center, Reba let go and added, “We are at the dance floor. For the start, let me show you some basic show.”. Then proceeded to make movements that I assume is dancing. I tried to mimic her and while I can I couldn’t find the enjoyment of it. I asked “Where is the fun in making these dancing moves?”. She replied, “You lose yourself to the beat, go with the flow, let your body become one with the dance floor.”. I responded, “I like the music much more than doing the movements. I think I’m just gonna stop and enjoy the beat.”. So I stopped dancing and climbed the wall and sit still on the ceiling support and just listen to the beat.

People from below was looking at me funny, looking scared but Reba stared with skepticism.

Much later on, an overweight man entered from where we entered and asked Reba, “Hey Reba, you got my employee?”. She replied, “Yeah she is up there.”. She pointed at me. The man yelled, “Ah yes, a little short, but you should do. Um, the music is getting loud, lets discuss in the Chony hut.”. Then he exit the dance floor. I dropped down and shook head towards Reba and we both entered back to Chony’s place.