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Thin Limbs
Thin limbs burst through the high grass. Then came the rest of her out into the clearing, hooded, covering as much bare skin as her stolen rags could manage – may she be forgiven for stealing. The casual film of grime attending her served as a second layer of protection from the lethal UV. The leathery texture of her young skin testifying to its efficacy.
By cityashram5 years ago in Fiction
Junk Hunters
The figures - there were three of them - breached the summit of rot and rubble, black-clad and vaguely human-shaped. Upon closer inspection, they might have been identified as young adults, two males and one female. As it happened, an authority drone on a routine circuit did just that after first scanning their identity bar codes and searching its database for infractions. The three were all clear. The males wore full-face visors and UV protective ponchos over street clothes. Street clothes were black, unisex bodysuits. The female of their crew was also in black, though she didn’t have to be. Those with the credits printed custom skin-tone-matched suits and, if you could afford them, body enhancements. She wore black in solidarity with her lower-caste friends in the form of a corseted, tailored, hooded hazmat suit with built-in backpack and detachable boots. It didn’t bother her at all that black cost less. She was egalitarian that way.
By cityashram5 years ago in Humans
