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Soon after, a blur passes by your stand, hopping onto the sidewalk and roaring past honking, irate taxis with 1000CC of explosive power. You don't get a good look at it, but whoever it was decided traffic law was no longer applicable to him. Maybe it wasn't.
Ten minutes later, you get a massive credit to your account, which quickly corrects itself. You're not sure why, until a massive notification swarms your vision and forces you to blink until your eyes refocus on what's spelled out in a brilliant electrical blue.
<span class="mu-b">Hello, Miss Hope Bernice.</span>
An employment contract rolls out on your HUD, and your heart jumps. You know what that means! You're a person now! And all you need to do is sign. As an employee, you get slightly better treatment than property, and you get a salary beside. Of course, most of the salary is in company credit so that they get 80% or more of your business, but you can do things like eat something besides freeze-dried vegetables and clone meat!
Still, there's an itching feeling in the back of your skull. They never treated you like people- why would they? They don't have any oversight. Nobody's going to stop them if one day they decide they want to put you back in metaphorical chains. The longer you stay in Mossless, the better chance you do something they don't want you to do, or say something they don't want you to say.
But money is money, and you've lived here all of your life. It fucking blows, but you know exactly how hard it blows, and you've adapted so far. Besides, you've just shown what it means to miss the bus, both figuratively and literally. If the bus drivers decide they want to kick you off again, that might be grounds for Smiling Days putting you back in chains.
>>Sign (Your Soul?)
>Sign
>Don't sign
>Sign and run (The next bus leaves in 6 hours, you'll need to hold the shop until about an hour before then)
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