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[This was an inevitable happening.]

Like we can't just grow children in petri dishes... So you put aside some eggs for the unfortunate day you decide you want an organism of your own, and sterilize yourself in the meantime. Problem solved.

[Don't even need men involved, not that Carla would advocate a purely lesbian society.]

Although I wouldn't trust anyone here to be clean on a first glance, none of you keep your papers on you which should be routine, so the condoms are probably a good idea too. At least until you've taken a family trip to the doctor's office. It might save time to do it as a group, rather than waiting on everyone individually... Maybe that takes some of the spontaneity out of it, but you'll have more options in a group. Exponentially more. It probably makes up for it, when you get down to it.

[Thus concludes sex-ed with Carla... Get sterilized, use condoms, get tested, have orgies.]

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Living with them... depends on where and how much affluence. I didn't see one in person until I was fourteen. And the manufactured strains are often for more docile breeds, they make good slaves after you beat them enough.

[Yes, that's the reason.]

You're right, I doubt most people here know what Reanimates are. But I'd bet most of them would have some familiarity with the idea.

I think you're probably right, considering the City.

[Here in the City, or back home, there was still no one who really understood what she had been through.]

Actually, I was considering human nature.

The propensity to exploit each other, or the fear of death?

[There's a very long pause.]

In my world, they use children. Being aware of that... depends on where you live and how you live, but it's in the papers if you want to look. Child soldiers, children in the sex trade. It doesn't only happen in the less developed nations. But it happens there the most. The softest minds beaten into doing the dirtiest work.

[And he thinks about - no. He doesn't. He thinks about getting a drink.]

[She doesn't feel the need to tell him that they always use children.]

They're cheap commodities. Cheap and easy. It's not surprising.

[Of course. Which is what makes what they use Reanimates for so widely relatable.]

My point. In a world where it was possible I can't see people having more qualms about doing it with the dead.

I think you have your eyes open a little wider than most.

Sometimes things make you look at them.

What made you pick that?

I lived in one of the worst joytoy trade ports on the East Coast.

[Hmm.]

You didn't need to. Your background's as gilded as mine, at least.

Left that behind?

At least.

[Carla Morir and her two brothers were the product of old and new money, they had been deprived of nothing.]

It never meant anything to me. So I left and started over on my own.

In a little port town propped up by the sex trade.

[His tone says it's an interesting choice. He doesn't, because God knows his own choices haven't necessarily been smarter, and all made in the name of running away. (And ultimately, it's questionable how much any of his have been his choice at all - why do you always do things you don't want to that kid had said.)]

Where did you fit in?

[Hm.]

That's complicated.

[It's less that she doesn't want to answer, and more that she doesn't wish to do so on the network.]

[Though he takes it as a prelude to dismissal.]

I'm board certified in complicated. If you're worried I won't keep up.

You'll keep up just fine. Maybe I'm just hoping you'll bribe me with lunch if I hold out a little.

[Oh.]

I'm trying to remember if they sell hot dogs at the zoo.

I'm not picky.

On that, at least. [He hesitates, it might be acquiescence]

When I have some time.

I won't hold my breath.

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