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She stumbled out into the street. Traffic whizzed by overhead with mechanical roars and belches. Music blared from a nearby storefront. Holographic ads flashed to life in front of her, sensing a mark.
She stumbled back with a cry, shielding her eyes.
Was this what she had dreamed of? Was this freedom?
Someone paused in front of her with a concerned frown. "Miss? Are you okay?"
"Take me back," she sobbed. "Take me back."
Back to prison. Back to the isolation pod where she had spent the past twenty years.
She had thought the pod was hell. Freedom was worse.
