[center][color=bdaf17][b][h1]July 29[sup]th[/sup], 2371[/h1][/b][/color][h3]
[b][color=bdaf17]6:47PM[/color][/b]
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As one walked through the streets of a major city, the habit of ignoring the homeless was one ingrained early as a matter of practicality. You didn't have the time to have your attention snapped up by every poor sod you happened to pass on your way to the supermarket to pick up milk, or by that freak who fondles himself everyday in the same place on your commute. Especially in New Cardiff where there were so many around; the brain just screened them out, like how it would ignore trees or benches. Unless you were specifically looking for them, they were deemed unimportant so that the cortex would be free to ponder other things, like what to have for lunch, or how Becky's new dress really called attention to her rack.

Even with the built in filter, anyone with more than 10 brain cells who spent more than 5 minutes on the street tonight would be able to tell something was up. The homeless were forming groups much larger than they normally would, and the way they whispered amongst each other set off alarms in the primal part of the brain that sensed danger. When it came down to it all that extra programming in the brain was merely peripheral functions to the main job of "make sure you don't die." At the same time, they weren't acting in such a way that would indicate immediate hostility towards the random passerbys that invariably give the mobs a wide berth.