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"Fine - stick it on my tab, VanniF!"Danik shouts, kinda not really needed. I hate that shouty thing. Then I notice something: that waitress is called VanniF.
That's one funny name - as in Fanny right? - so I start laughing real loud. I can't help it. The waitress and the other aliens think I'm a freak.
"What you laughing at", mumbles Vanni F.
"Yeah, it's just that Fanny is a really funny name!"
"My real name's Vanilla you jerk!"
"Shit! That name rings some bells!"
Danik pulls me away from Vanni F.
"Leave her alone", whispers Danik.
"Why man? I think I know her from somewhere!"
"Just forget about it. We all work for the Politician now, and she's an Outcaster. She's real wild, like a real wild child."
"Shit, Danik, do you speak in cliches and fucking songs?"
"I'm just warning you, Jezzy. We don't want you too wasted, remember we hate reborns."
"Thanks man, I'll remember that. Shall we jack in those Acid vibes?"
The fuckers ignore me. As we go to leave, Vanni F hands me a napkin and winks at me as I take it. I'm hoping it's some wicked shit, or a number to get some later, but I got some gut feeling it's a serious message of some kind. Shit, I thought everyone in the future was telefuckingpathic. I guess not. Seems like humans have gone backwards! And thank fuck it’s just the mutated turds that can read minds!
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Publication Date: 04-02-2013
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