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imagination her?”
    “Oh, so it's a ‘her,’ eh?” That seemed to grab his awareness.
    “Don’t get annoying.”
    “Is she pretty?”
    I paused.
    “Well?”
    I guess he wasn’t completely in my favor after I took the new job.
    “Just see if it lets you contact her or not. This whole thing is so intuitive and you keep asking me questions instead of trying for yourself. My story ended, like all stories should. It’s time for you to play alone.”
    “Ok, fine.”
    “Will they defrost another one to replace you?”
    “I don’t know yet.”
    I could see how disappointed in me he was, but he was right, maybe I should have started to be more independent. I lay inside the simulation bed and imagined I was in the main street. Everyone passed me by very quickly as I was looking for Shanta. I got a message appearing in front of my eyes saying she's not available for calls and that I should leave a message. At least I knew it was real, otherwise I would have just been able to summon her. I said something like, 'Hi, it was nice to meet you yesterday, and I’m wondering if we can meet again today?' I didn't know what else to say to convince her to see me because I didn’t know anything about her. I left the simulation.
    To get to the training I had to remember the way that lead to the corridor inside the inner circle of the city. I was already late. I tried to ask people where to go. It took me four attempts to talk at the right speed for them to understand me and for me to understand them. Eventually, I went back a hundred meters and pushed a door. From there I had to climb two floors up a staircase. The air felt warmer, like I was actually closer to the surface. If I could feel the heat underground, it meant that it was burning outside. I hoped we weren't going to train out there in the middle of the day, despite wanting to go out and see things for what they were.
    The corridor was empty, and it wasn't as sexy as the main street. It was dirty and darker, like a backstage or a service corridor. I followed noises to another room. I knocked.
    “Come in ,” a woman's voice shouted back at me.
    She was chubby compared to the others I’d met, although she was more tanned. She had grease and dust smeared all over her hands and face.
    She cleaned her hands with a dirty towel and shook my arm.
    “ I'm Viti, you must be Roy. ”
    My face twitched, which is which is what happens when somebody talks fast to me and I concentrate on what they are saying.
    “Sorry, I should talk slower.”
    The room was full with tools, spare parts on shelves and a big gun lying on the table in the middle of the room. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before.
    “Nice to meet you," I said. "Are you alone here?”
    “Yes, you're looking at the only gun technician of the city.”
    “Just one?”
    “Well as you can see it's not so glamorous job, yet an important one.”
    “I thought I'd see a whole team.”
    “I don't need a team. The systems take care of the actual threats, I just fix the guns from time to time, and they are pretty reliable.”
    “But Padma made it sound like it was so…”
    “Yes, she knows how to talk, doesn’t she? The former gun techs are still lying around in the city in case we need them and soon someone will replace me.” She smiled and touched her round belly, “but as long as I’m here, you’ll be working with me.”
    “Congratulations.”
    “Thanks, hope you're a fast learner.”
    “I used to be.”
    “Don't worry about it. As long as you follow the rules you’ll be fine.”
    “What are the rules?”
    “We’ll get to them. First, come meet your new best friend.”
    She approached the gun on the table and I followed her.
    “Lift it, it's not that heavy.”
    I held it for a second but had to put it down. I wasn't in great shape.
    “Hey! Easy. I just finished fixing it. You need to hit the gym more often, apparently.”
    “I just woke up two days ago.”
    “Right, but you probably know about