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[/row][/table][color=bc8dbf]"Bunnies...only like healthy girls...?"[/color]

Mary's face fell as she followed Ayem obediently through the streets. [color=bc8dbf]"That's...no good."[/color] The girl said quietly. [color=bc8dbf]"I'll always be sick. I won't ever get better. Never ever. Because...I was born sick. So I'll always be this way, forever and ever."[/color] There hadn't been much strength in her grip to begin with, but even so, it still somehow gave a feeling of weakness. [color=bc8dbf]"Even if I got new clothes...they'd just get dirty and messy all over again. Is there even...a point to replacing them? If I won't ever stop coughing stuff up?"[/color]

All of the dirt and grime over her hoodie hadn't come from the ground or from the air, but from her own throat. Changing the clothes wouldn't cure her illness. Nothing would. Her body was unstable from the start, a false existence forced into being, and made to pay the price for her father's hubris.

Even if she took care of herself, how long would that flaw-ridden body persist? A year, maybe two. And then she would fall apart, just like all of the failures before her.

And even that much, really, was a miracle in and of itself.

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[color=bc8dbf]"Candy~"[/color]

The little girl was distracted easily enough by the wide assortment of choices before her. All of them likely owned and produced by the same company and made to create a thinly-veiled illusion of consumer choice, but eight-year-olds generally didn't care about that sort of thing.

[color=bc8dbf]"I like these ones!"[/color] Tapping the screen, she moved quickly to a sort of powdered candy that was basically a straw filled with pure synthetic sugar, and adjusted the 'quantity' slider to its maximum value, 99. [color=bc8dbf]"They don't weigh a lot, and they're easy to chew."[/color]

Without even thinking twice, Mary swiped a black, unmarked card, which seemed to pay for the purchase in full. Those kinds of cards were generally carried by high-ranking businessmen, and were tied directly to a corporate account. They weren't credit cards or anything of the sort — it was literally a corporation asset.

The screen briefly flashed a name as it authorized the purchase — [i]Atticus Vüqar[/i] — before it went through without issue. Mary was now the proud owner of 99 glorified sugar cubes, according to a computer on the wall. That was probably enough food for an interplanetary expedition.

[color=bc8dbf]"I wonder if I can get a flying thingy with this...Papa said it only goes up so far..."[/color] The girl wondered to herself, turning back to Ayem, standing and waiting for the purchase to be brought to them. [color=bc8dbf]"Where do they sell floaty-boats? The ones that go up into the sky."[/color] The girl blinked, [color=bc8dbf]"Oh, um...we needed other things first...I forgot. What was it...?"[/color]

It was difficult to tell if she had a short attention span, or actual short term memory issues.