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Tale Of Fiction From The `Holodeck`

A uniformed school-girl was trying to find her way to obtain some goods. For some reason, she kept going in circles, and no one was helping her when she asked for directions. She approached a young man slightly older than her for help. He towered over her by the height of a head, and she had to look up when speaking to him. This man seemed to have had just just left school, and from his outlook, he wasn’t doing that well.

“Why are you going to that place? It is not a place for school girls”, the young man advised appearing concerned. He knitted his eyebrows in deep disquietude.

“I have to work. The family is not doing well enough to help me. I have to do this to keep myself in school. It is expensive to be poor.”, the girl answered with clearly pent up frustrations.

“I will protect you when we get there, but you must leave that place after you get your things, ok?”, the young man pressed for the assurance.

He gestured towards a direction and the school girl walked ahead of him, willfully not responding to his terms.

They came to an area where trade of sex, drugs and alcohol reeked. For some reason, the school girl was able to sense someone in distress. She hurried towards a direction, not even waiting for the young man to react to her sudden change in itinerary.

They came to a room where a girl, likely early teens, was trying to keep a safe distance from an old man. The old…