She cut herself off. After all she'd been through back home, with the Rain of Fire and all of that shit, a part of her was genuinely amazed that she'd immediately defaulted back to assuming things like the internet still functioned and shaped society.
The City was no post-apocalyptic aftermath. But it still didn't have what she'd once considered a basic tool of survival, a necessity.
Fuck. They were going to have to kick this old school. Like her parents used to talk about. Like in 1980s sitcoms. "I guess a newspaper?" she said, wrinkling her nose. "They usually have those, uh, classified ads."
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She cut herself off. After all she'd been through back home, with the Rain of Fire and all of that shit, a part of her was genuinely amazed that she'd immediately defaulted back to assuming things like the internet still functioned and shaped society.
The City was no post-apocalyptic aftermath. But it still didn't have what she'd once considered a basic tool of survival, a necessity.
Fuck. They were going to have to kick this old school. Like her parents used to talk about. Like in 1980s sitcoms. "I guess a newspaper?" she said, wrinkling her nose. "They usually have those, uh, classified ads."