44 lines
1.9 KiB
Markdown
44 lines
1.9 KiB
Markdown
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"If you had to boil down this year into a sales pitch, what would it be?"
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Reed laughed and bumped their shoulder against Hanne's. "A sales pitch?"
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"Yeah," she said, leaning briefly against them as they walked. "I'm in the market for a new year. Sell me 2368. I've got a wide variety to choose from, so tell me why you decided to live through this one."
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"You're a nerd. You realize that, right?"
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"Tell me why I should be a nerd in 2368.“
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Reed scuffed their heel against the pavement of the street. New Year's Eve, and everyone was still inside. Bars: full. Restaurants: packed. There were a few scattered couples or groups around, but they were all walking with purpose. Champagne called. Canapes. Crudites.
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And here they were, Reed and Hanne, arm in arm, strolling leisurely down the street, heedless of the passersby, to celebrate the last day of 2368, systime 244+365.
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"If you're looking for the utmost comfort, then it's really hard to go wrong with 2368. The ride was just about as smooth as could be."
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"How about comfort?"
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"Oh, very comfortable. Cushy, even," they said, poking themself in the belly.
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Hanne laughed. "Cute. How about the exterior?"
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"No clue. It's been a long, long time since I've had any reason to pay attention to the world outside. I imagine it looks just as confusing as it anyways has."
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"Well, okay, fair enough. You've been here longer than I have."
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"I keep forgetting you're younger than me."
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She nodded. "Robbing the cradle, you are."
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"You're 83."
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"Barely legal."
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It was their turn to laugh. "Whatever."
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"How about, uh... Features? Amenities?"
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"Well, it's got us in it, doesn't it?"
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She laughed and shoved them away from her. "Now who's the nerd? Gross."
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Reed stumbled to the side, laughing. They're own champagne from earlier added a pleasant freedom of movement ey only ever noticed at two drinks. Any more and they became too loose and had a hard time staying upright. Any less and they didn't notice that any freedom was lacking.
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