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Chapter 3

"Industrialization has crippled the globe..." A soft haunting voice spoke up over the screams of the city. Although a familiar tune, it was somehow comforting. For the scene in front of him was almost frightening, yet strangely captivating. It had been another eventful night.

Too eventful...

"Nature failed as technology spread... "

Graverobber was used to spending his evenings in cemeteries, locked away in another dimension with the dead. He never paid much attention to Geneco, it was a circus and now Amber was the one running it all. In fact, he felt comfort in not knowing anything that was going on behind those doors. But this... this was unusual. And for some reason he felt curiously drawn to the situation.

A part of him questioned his actions; why he would be so foolish as to walk straight up to the gates of the ones who hunted his kind. Although he knew full aware that his every day actions were illegal, he never minded selling to those who desperately craved Zydrate, especially to the ones who were beautiful and would give their body up to him. He did the dirty work, but was rewarded in the end for a few minutes of heaven and meaningless kisses. No, none of those scalpel sluts truly mattered. Even though he enjoyed himself immensely a majority of the time, none of them were full of emotion or gave him a longing that he actually hoped would happen. But, let's face it. No one was real anymore. Even Graverobber spent some of his evenings wondering to himself why he didn't just give in to the drug as well and undergo a few peaceful moments without worrying about the world around him.

"And in this wake, a market erected..."

No.

An inexcusable thought and way to live. Although his life could be lonely at times, he was proud to be one of the last few whom had never had surgery. And he did enjoy having so many girls at his fingertips...

His feet followed a pathway to the scene, leading him out of the gates of Death and into the depths of the city. Graverobber looked up at the sky, a frown spreading across his face. The whole city was covered in smog, and ash debris was falling about in places all over. And the mess was just getting worse as Rob made his way to his destination; Geneco.

Although he knew it was a stupid idea, -he was never one who thought rationally. Duh, he was a drug dealer-, Graverobber was very curious as to what exactly happened to the once famous sky riser building. And also what would become of his most well-known customer: Miss Sweet.

"An entire city built on top of the dead."

The smell grew terrible as he neared the building. Fire was spreading, and the bodies which had until so recently been holding this party of the city up, were slowly turning to ash. Graverobber recognized this as the source of the smell as he stood in front of the entire sight, hidden in the shadows.

"And you can finance your bones, and your kidneys. For every market a submarket grows..."

An uncomfortable feeling settled inside of him, and that was odd for him. Death and destruction seemed to follow him wherever he went, and he never seemed to mind any of it before. But for some reason this bothered him beyond words.

"But best you be punctual with making your payments..."

GENEcops and Repo men were covering the grounds, surrounding the entire building bit by bit. And more were arriving. Graverobber flinched at the amount of GENEterns being drug out, their bodies covered in blood from the flames licking their skin. But where were the Largos? Graverobber looked up, attempting to see the highest floor. But it didn't seem to be in structure anymore. The building was already partially gone, and more was falling to the ground by the minute.

"Lest it be you on the concrete below..."

Suddenly, another explosion, and everyone, including Rob, was blown back again by the force. More debris than before fell to the ground, crushing some of the GENEcops below. And the Geneco sign, which had been holding onto the building for so long, smashed into the streets, sending once lit up pieces flying everywhere. It would have been quite a scene, but everyone was focused on just what exactly caused the second explosion.

Graverobber was the first to get to his feet again. And that was when he saw a very interesting person which made his heart stop.
"So why care for these petty obsessions?"

Even though he was watching from quite a distance away, he could see that she was very beautiful. And she moved without hesitation, emerging from the now large hole in the building and taking down everyone that got in her way. Although most of them were still dazed, Rob was impressed at her ability to take on so many.

"Your designer heart still beats with common blood. And what if you could have genetic perfection?"

She had to have had surgeries and parts from Geneco. How else could she move so flawlessly? He watched with interest, noting her long flowing hair and flexible body. Damn. I do believe I thought too soon... He remembered his views on scalpel sluts and how fake he thought they were. How irritable they could make him. But he didn't care. Somehow, this one was different. And he knew that if he didn't get to know her soon, it would drive him crazy.

"Would you change who you are if you could?"

Somehow, he just knew everything was about to change.