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<p>There was, True Name discovered, essentially no place for sulfur in a cocktail. It was a drink that was <em>almost</em> good, so long as one didn&rsquo;t breathe in the scent. The first heady whiff that she got had burnt her nostrils and she only managed a few sips after that.</p>
<p>Her next drink was some bracingly strong lime-and-bitters-and-liquor deal with a float of foam made of egg whites and pork fat. There was a dusting of star anise and cinnamon on top. Her final assessment: pleasantly disgusting. The lime, egg whites, and spices all worked quite well together, she imagined, but the added porky fat clashed with it in such a savory way that she suspected it would&rsquo;ve gone better with some brown spirit.</p>
<p>Still, she drank it all.</p>
<p>Her final drink was a weak, British style ale that, she was informed, used a mixture of herbs rather than hops as the bittering agent. Spruce and henbane, the first of which left her with an almost-unpleasant subdermal itching and the latter of which left her vision tinted red and her intoxication higher than it might have been, otherwise.</p>
<p>Her final drink was a weak, British style ale that, she was informed, used a mixture of herbs rather than hops as the bittering agent. Spruce and henbane, the first of which left her with an almost-unpleasant subdermal itching and the latter of which left her vision tinted red and her intoxication higher than it might have been otherwise.</p>
<p>Terrible. Delightful</p>
<p>She let that intoxication linger as she prowled through one of the mall sections of the solid block of building. She paced along balconies, fingering wilting leaves of variegated plants, scratching a claw through the grime of countless hands accumulated on faux-wood banisters. She peered through grates at shelves still speckled with abandoned gadgets and folded jeans. She sat in the food court, still smelling of rancid grease and sanitizer. She breathed in the stale, over-conditioned air, and wondered for the thousandth time just who had thought to create such a sim, and what sort of twisted nostalgia had led them to do so. </p>
<p>It was as she stood in front of a quiescent fountain that it occurred to her that this place &mdash; the mall, the dingy city, the parking structure and its shoddily crafted drinks &mdash; was all a monument to the imperfections of mankind&rsquo;s countless attempts to provide for itself in so many imperfect ways.</p>
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<p>True Name remained a while in the sim, falling back into the habit of planning and rumination, memorizing the pieces and their locations that Jonas had pushed onto the board, and thinking about all of the lies she had told today.</p>
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