The world can be a very dangerous place, you can get run over, stabbed, mauled, eaten, evaporated, etc. For one young woman her family was wiped out by santa clause, and in their case; they were evaporated with what santa clause called The Star of Bethlehem. Nobody in the year 3000 knew why he called it this, you don't really care when white hot mini stars are being thrown at you.

Vicky was found huddled under a christmas tree during the annual Boxing Day Orphan Search, and after a cup of cheap cocoa and a cookie, she was immediately placed in the Cookieville Minimum Security Orphanarium. She was young and scared, wasn't abandoned like all the other children, who grew jealous and resentful of her, knowing that she'd known and was loved by her parents.

Nobody coming out of an orphanage had any great ambitions in life. Maybe get married, own an apartment, or get addicted to concentrated slurm. Vicky had one ambition though, she wanted to cook.

It wasn't that she couldn't afford food, she just couldn't afford any of the good stuff, like spice weasels. Vicky had seen Elzar use them many times on his tv shows, and she's seen how many differant weasels he owned, he brought them all out when he went against that bending unit for the iron chef competition. Vicky could never own that many.

Vicky shared a small apartment with her robo puppy; Spark, she'd found him a long time ago in the garbage cans of a delivery company. She doesn't voluntarily root through trash, but she could hear his yapping, and wondered why anybody would throw him out, he was just so cute!

Vicky was greeted by Spark when she opened the door, he was in front of the door, and she knew it, before she even slotted the key in, Vicky had heard him whining for her. She kicked him back in when he tried get out of the door. He immediately ceased yapping, and clamoured to be picked up, the girl rolled her green eyes, placing her groceries on the scratched laminate floor.

She heard the screech of springs and pistons, and Spark was in her arms, she'd had him programmed a long time ago not to be able to speak, but an icon flashed on his head to let her know that he was going to lick her, he did, his tongue was cold and wet, Vicky didn't know what the mechanism was for him to have a liquid inside of him, but it didnt't matter, it was still wet.

After Vicky'd pushed the yapping dog down, she got on with her task of putting the groceries away, she left the beef, paprika, onions and double cream out, putting the rest away, before shoving the mentioned ingrediants in a rusty old pan to fry off, adding a pinch of salt and pepper for taste, before pouring it into a chipped bowl with some noodles, sitting on the musty red couch, and switching on the tv.

There wasn't really much on, so Vicky switched on the news, Morbo was plotting revenge against the ' Pitiful human ' Who had ripped him off at the hot dog stall, and most likely an invasion on humanity, with Linda giggling at him, as if her brain was made out of air, or didn't exist at all. Vicky wasn't really sure how she'd gotten to the anchor job, maybe because she was pretty. Vicky desperately needed a new job to pay the rent, selling weed, slurm concentrate and stolen cigars wouldn't pay the rent for much longer.

Before Vicky went to bed, she had to roll some cigarettes, put some sugar into the slurm con, and fill some cigar jackets with weed. Vicky was used to the smell now, but before that sickening sweetness made her sick. Preparing her stock gave Vicky a good time to think, and she began to muse about becoming a chef at one of the local diners. She didn't want to help make peoples lives a misery anymore, she didn't want to make a profit on stolen cigars that she'd aquire from the robot mafia. But this was just a muse, Vicky sighed, inhaling the smoke from her cigarette. Vicky resigned herself to the fact that she was a dreamer, and tipped her weed cigars in the slurm con, to be aged for a week.

Vicky woke up late, she'd forgotten to set Spark's alarm. She needed to be on her patch by 7pm, it was already 6:45! Vicky hurriedly brushed her russet red hair, and pulled on her rumpled hoody and jeans, she didn't have the change to go wash them at the moment. Or iron them. It didn't really matter, since she dressed warmer, and(in her mind) Better than those hookers and hooker bots. But it wouldn't hurt to put some makeup on, she needed to attract customers of course

Vicky had to pick her way through the streets today, the ancient crack vending machine lay on the ground, smashed and pillaged years ago. Its lonely decayed state reflected most of the red light district. People and robots alike were worn out and tired, if someone got very short of money, they'd sell eyes, kidneys, lungs, gentitalia and everything else you can sort of live without. Robots would be selling parts, or even their memory chips.

It was 7:05 pm, and Vicky had just gotten to her patch, sweating profuselesly from running. She was glad of the shortness of her hair, cut close to her head, she'd save on shampoo thats for sure.

After an hour of hanging around, she's had only one freakin' customer, and he'd only asked her for a light. A freakin' light ! She'd overcharged him for a lighter of course, but that's beside the point; it's a dog eat dog world out there.

Vicky was standing against the filthy crumbly wall, cupping her hand around her lighter, to protect it from the brisk wind. She sucked on her cigarette, inhaling the bitter smoke and hiding her hands inside her ragged hoodie's pockets, shivering slightly. Spark was lying at her feet, in standby mode. He twitched occasionally. Vicky straightened when she heard footsteps, stubbing out her cigarette on the floor.

It was a twitchy looking teenager, she had greasy black hair, and serious acne. She glanced fearfully at Vicky, who made herself known. " You lookin' for somethin'? " She asked. The teenager jumped and nodded, then shook her head " Not for me " She squeaked, wringing her hands together, " For a friend " Vicky nodded lightly, " Ah huh " She replied, taking out another cigarette and lightning it. She took a drag before asking " So..what does your...friend want?" The teenager cringed, before gushing out "Weedandcon...please. "

Vicky nodded, sucking on her cigarette while she opened her large and shoddy handbag. Taking out an old plastic bottle and a small sandwhich bag. The plastic bottle was full of a slightly glowing green substance. It was once thick, but Vicky always added water to make it go further, then cornflour to thicken it up again. Vicky shook the bottle briskly, before asking " You got a jar? " The teenager nodded, producing a sticky jar from her pocket. " Half or full? ", she asked. " Um.. " Said the teen, Vicky grinned, not giving her a chance to answer, filling it to the brim. She gave over the jar, and a whole bag of weed. " That'll be 200 dollars please "

Vicky giggled insatiably, Spark in 2 hour yapping mode at her feet, jumping up happily. Vicky spotted a video phone booth, walking into the urine smelling box, kicking out a bum who grumbled something and went to sleep on the road. Vicky inserted a quarter on a string, giggling when she pulled it back out. The machine fizzled a bit, buzzed, smoked wildly, before asking in a cold metallic voice. "Speak the name of the person you intend to contact " Vicky smiled slyly. Tapping her fingers against the foggy transparent plastic.

A manbot with a very angry dispossition showed up, he had strong clamps for hands. " Well well, look what the catbot dragged in " Vicky grinned into the microphone "Clamps" She greeted. Clamps just made a 'feh' sound. " I've got your money " She smiled. Clamps spat oil on the floor " That's what you said the last time, and the last time The Donbot made me clamp you one. " He gestured to her wrist, that bore the unmistakable mark of nails, and was slightly misshapen, due to that Decapod doctor not setting it right.

Clamp's gestured to her wrist menacingly " Give the money to that Tiny Tim bot and we'll see if I don't gotta clamp you one.." He laughed menacingly, brandishing his claws with a menacing slicing sound. Vicky smiled. " No Clamps, you..don't gotta clamp me this time."

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A/N: Hooray! My first Futurama fanfic! It took me a lot of time to figure out Vicky's character and lifestyle, but I think that it's consistant to the plot that I have in my head. I've been thinking of this story for a while, but wasn't sure how things would fit together. Anyways, reviews are greatly appreciated. I'd be grateful to know what you all think about it as well, what you think of Vicky so far, if it was too boring, etc. I'll be updating with a week, well, most likely xP