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Chapter Twelve - STP-44 The Oasis

 Water is necessary for life.

 It goes without saying that good water is necessary for good living, then.

 At the lower levels, and lower costs, you have water services that will provide cheaper water. This water is poorly filtered, usually tainted and brackish, with microstics and bacterial colonies giving it a pungent odour and colour.

 In better neighbourhoods, where themunity has agreed to pay for a better quality of water, youll find near-distilled water. It may have some traces of industrial decontaminants within it, but it is entirely possible to drink this water without getting sick (in the short or medium term).

 Many buildings have their own filtration system as well, but these are expensive, and usually reserved for industrial applications.

 The best water, the water found only in the penthouses and the ces where the ultra-rich live, is carried over to local cisterns from outside of any mega-city. It is tailored to have a good taste, a clear colouration, and no stics, oils, or any other chemical contaminants.

 --On Watering, S. Cing

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 The non-maintenance elevator was probably safer, but holy fuck it was slow. The entire thing hummed as it rose up, and its LEDs flickered every so often. It made some of the ads stered to the walls look cool for the split second they were in the dark. The glow-in-the-dark ink was probably worth it.

 So, I asked as I debated leaning against one of the walls. Would it hold? I didnt normally have to consider whether things could handle my weight. How did you two meet?

 Franny turned my way. I assume youre talking about Delh and I?

 Yeah, I said. I was there when GomDelh met Rac here, so that only leaves you two, right?

 Franny crossed her arms, her bat left next to her, the lump at the end of the handle pushing against her side. I joined the convent when I was... nine? Ten years old? I met Gomorrah the year after that. She wouldnt stop crying until I became her friend, and then she followed me around non-stop.

 I was terrified, Gomorrah said. She looked my way, and probably guessed that I was missing some context. The convent has a few programs in it; some of them basically act as a sort of... babysitting sh summer-camp. Its not too expensive, and it means your daughter gets to go to a decent private school afterwards.

 Like a schrship? I asked.

 Something like that, Gomorrah said. They train girls to be well-behaved and on how to carry out basic duties, and we get to attend one of the citys better schools for a lot less. Its also one of the stricter schools, but the results are usually pretty good.

 I wouldnt know, I said. Half of my schooling was online, and when I did go to a ss, it wasnt exactly ritzy.

 Oh, my family couldnt afford anything too nice, Gomorrah said. Hence the convent. But it... well, Im not close to my parents, lets say. A lot of the girls there arent.

 What, like abandonment issues?

 Gomorrah shrugged, and I decided not to poke at it any more than that.

 The ce isnt so bad, Franny said. She picked up her bat and twirled it around. Theyre strict, but thats better than being tossed out on the street, and theyre big on morals and such.

 Never could afford morals, I said.

 Roon nodded. Those are rich people things.

 I raised my hand her way, and she pped it in a quick high-five. Yeah, moral-less gang rise up.

 Youre terrible, Gomorrah said.

 The elevator ground to a halt, and the doors slid open. Roon slipped past the rest of us and took the lead, doing what I think she thought of as her job in leading us through the underground. Either her sense of direction was really keen, or she just knew her way around--either way, we soon exited into the parking space where Gomorrahs Fury was waiting.

 Dibs on the front, I said.

 You want to sit up front? Franny asked. Ive been friends with Delh longer.

 Oh, this is apetition? I asked. Well, Ive fought by Gomorrahs side before.

 You dont even call her by her real name, she said.

 We have cute nicknames for each other. She calls me Stray Cat, as if Im some mangy mutt off the street, and I call her Gomorrah, after a city that was burned down or whatever.

 I dont think that fits the usual definition of cute, Franny said.

 Grinning, I leaned down so that I was closer to Franny. If you want to sit next to your girl, you just have to ask. Im sure shes appreciating you fighting for the right already.

 She sputtered, then with a huff, moved over to the rear of the Fury and jumped into the backseat. Roon followed her in without any fuss.

 What did you tell her? Gomorrah asked over a secured line.

 Just poked fun at her obvious romantic feelings for you.

 Franny isnt like that, Gomorrah said. And if she was, it wouldnt be for me... You dont actually think shes... you know?

 I stared at Gomorrah over the roof of the car, and noticed she was gazing at the ground. I mean, call me a hopeless romantic, but she used to protect you, right? Your redheaded knight? And now the bnce of power is all twisted around and shes not sure whats going on anymore, and youre both upset at each other because you both care a lot, but things arent the way they used to be?

 Youre taking a lot of this out of context.

 Lucy would be sighing right now at how romantic everything is, I said.

 Gomorrah groaned. Lucy is dating you. Her romantic abilities are very much up for debate, and her taste is unquestionably poor.

 Iughed as I slid into the passenger seat. She wasnt wrong; Lucy could do better. I was just lucky, and clever enough not to tell Lucy as much. Come on, lets go see about killing some dragons, I said as I flicked out of the private channel.

 I thought nuns didnt like killing things, Roon said.

 We dont, Franny said.

 Arent there dragons in the Bible? I asked.

 No, not the way youre thinking, Franny said.

 The fuck would you read it, then?

 Gomorrah spun up the Fury and we pivoted before taking off out of the alley at a speed I think Franny wasntfortable with.

 When did you learn how to drive, Del?

 This week, Gomorrah said as she shot out into oing traffic, weaved over a truck, then flipped us over into the rightne. There was a speedometer sign against one wall,rge green digits telling drivers how fast they were going over or under the limit. It shed red when we roared past.

 So, whats the n once we get to the Sewer Dragons? I asked. Because I have a n, but Im not sure its a good one.

 Does your n involve copious amounts of explosives? Gomorrah asked.

 You know me so well, I said.

 I... actually havent considered it that far, Franny said. If I caught a few of them in the act, I could beat them up, make them regret taking people the way they have. But Im not equipped to assault their front door. Therell be dozens of them, at least.

 So, we try the diplomatic method, I said. Gomorrah, you talk to them, maybe ask that they... I dont know, give up on their evil ways and such.

 And what will you do?

 I flicked on the invisibility on my coat and my new armour, and in the time it took for someone to blink, I was gone. Ill be sneaky! I said.

 Thats so cool, Roon said.

 I know, right?

 No one would be able to see me stealing their trash with something like that, she said.

 Not... exactly what I had in mind, but hey, good for you.

 I held onto one of the handles above the door as Gomorrah took a turn at a speed that was pretty far from advisable, and then I refocused on what was going on outside as we slowed down before arge gate with the words SEWAGE TREATMENT 44 stenciled across them in fading paint.

 Give me a minute, Gomorrah said. She did something that locked the car in ce, hovering before the doorway while she wiggled her fingers in the air. The strange gestures of someone fingering their way throughplex menus on their augs. Yeah, this is the one. The section beyond this technically belongs to the city, but its all being rented out by a fewpanies that are in charge of the water filtration and sewage treatment. They have things divided up, based on where in the city the waste ising from and where its going.

 The gate thumped, dust peeling off of it in a rain of rusty kes before the entire thing slid aside. When the path was finally clear, Gomorrah drove us in slowly, the headlights on the Fury doing more than the lights on the ceiling to illuminate the tunnels.

 The walls here werent walls at all, but huge pipes and tubes, all of them wide enough that I was sure the Fury could fit into them, if tightly.

 We moved down a long, narrow passage that opened up at the end on arge balcony that circled halfway around a lower level. It was like walking out of one of those entrances in a stadium, only instead of benches all around there were stations with pipes and little buildings with flickering lights, as well as other passages heading off every which way.

 The lower level had a cement arch over a much wider tunnel. There were smaller buildings all around the entrance, made of steel tes and scrapped cars. Stalls and shops and little areas where people were sitting around drums with fires burning merrily within. The entire area was lit up in the familiar blues and pinks and greens of stolen neon ads, most of them strung onto towers covered in wires to brighten the ce up a little, like psychedelic trees.

 I guess this is where the Sewer Dragonse from, Gomorrah said. Lets find a ce to park before we go say hello.

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