A/N: Some disgusting smell description near the end. Queasy folks prepare, if you can…
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When I left Crystalline's clothing shop, the consultant waved through the glass door as it was locked behind me. My tied up hair whips the air as I nod forward and turn on my heel.
Payment had gone through without a hitch, again. Even knowing there is a lot of technology involved, it's amazing how money can trade hands without a living intermediary.
The idea of banking did exist in my world. But penning promissory notes is still quite different from a piece of plastic working seamlessly with computers to authorize the transfer of funds without any immediate human overwatch.
"Trust in society is high, when things like this are possible. Civilization indeed."
Autumn was deepening its grip on the world; on Vossden. My warm breath formed small clouds of vapor that dissipated almost instantly in the night.
