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Drifter slowly came to a landing inside of the Head Quarter's Compound nodding at a cute mundane grunt with strawberry blonde hair named Trent.

She knew he fancied her but the idea of retro sliding with a Homo Sapien was still not appealing to her. She was a primary and she'd heard countless times that her procreative partner should be at the very least an elemental. In the beginning when she was 15 it had gallery her to be thought of as breeding stock but as she'd grown older she'd come first to the conclusion that the squints were right in so far as describing her as the next stage of evolution. 

She and the other Meta were the beginning of a new stage of evolution or a failed branch which might be forgotten as little more than a footnote an perhaps later nothing more than a myth. Jess didn't plan on being the last of her kind, she was a female of Homo Metus or whatever her kind became called in he future.

Still she smiled and waved to him before she floated past an into the building where her final destination was the lounge.

The coolers opened as she approached displaying their plethora of choices of ready made consumables 

She quickly made her selection and was followed by three heaping plates that would have paused the appetite of a powerlifter. 

Soon though she lay back on the couch not caring for what was playing on the TV as she was fed by ghostly magnetic hands