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The sky was filled with cylinder plastic-like tubes that connected each building to another. The complex network was control by a motherboard hidden somewhere in the smoke, below all the bustle and commotion of the upper levels of the city. Each tube was designed to make sure that each citizen reached their destination through the safest route- often times not being the quickest, and upon reaching one???s destination they were lightly lowered onto the platform below them. Each platform had one exit tube and one entrance tube, and each platform was crowded by hustlers trying to sell the latest ???gadget??? or the newest ???modified??? modification.

Standing in front of a make-shaft booth- something that wasn???t so common in the seemingly perfect world- was a slender little figure, definitely out of its element. It was impossible to tell the gender of a person without checking their identification card. The petite figure raised a bony hand, placing the free one over its mouth as it coughed. It nodded vigorously in response to what it had been asked, and then shoved the coin-like chip back into its pocket. Bright yellow eyes peered up as the orange object was handed over the counter. With such soft features- a smooth forehead, firm cheekbones, an unblemished face and a pleading look of hope, it was impossible to deny that this was a young girl.

The owner of the booth held out a dirty black machine, waiting for the girl to respond. She dug in her pockets, searching furiously for something that obviously was not there. She looked back at the man, almost begging for forgiveness. He sighed and placed his device back onto the hook, and waved the girl off. Now, how easy was it to fool a man, and a crook at that, if all he needed to see was a pretty face, the girl thought. A thin smirk teased her face, and before she could safely escape, her body betrayed her, and she burst into a fit of laughter that was heard above all the commotion that was present. The man behind the counter instantly pulled a pistol from his side, and pointed it at the spot where the girl had been, but she was already gone. ???Damnit!??? He mumbled.

The girl chuckled as she pressed the orange object to her mouth, taking a bite. She chewed with satisfaction; another plan had gone off without a problem. Sure, it was only a small win- stealing fruit was child???s play. She examined her dirty dress and fingers. Glancing into a window, she s