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The tram calls for the next stop where Bina pushes her way through the standing crowd and into another. Songpa is one of the nice districts in Seoul but it still had it’s patches of slum and shady characters ready to end your life for a few credits. she was lucky enough to live in one of the smaller but cheaper residential units that faces the Han River. With a nano-chip connected to her wrist, it was easy to get through the door and soon enough after a couple floors, to her little studio apartment. Unlocking the door she could still hear the noise of the city, one of the downfalls of the apartment but the reason why it was so cheap. Bina closed her door and walked straight to her bed where her beer and day belongings were thrown. While the silence wasn’t granted, Bina found comfort in the white noise of the city, opening her window the rested beside the bed. Soon her work clothes were off into something more relaxing, sitting on her bed and opening a can to down it all in one swig. she maybe an android but there is still pleasures in the buzz of alcohol. She remembered to plug in her power source behind her neck to download any updates and refill her emergency power supply. 

Ten years I’ve lived like this, Bina thought with her gaze watching the hover cars pass by, then onto the neon signs that changed every couple a seconds to a new advertisement. While it’s a life use to living, it was something she never wanted for herself. It was her husband at the time that choice this life after Bina was in a tragic car accident. The body looked human, felt and touched like one until you make a cut and see nothing but machinery so advanced it almost looks organic.