Prostitute

_Mom always told me I was a promiscuous young woman._ "Your mom was also a bitch," said 2. "Yeah, well, it doesn't matter. Guess she was right." I held the card in my hand and sighed. For a moment, I looked at the printed letters... My body didn't mean much to me anyway. _And I'd make a ton of money!_

_But would anybody ever really want to be with me? Like *be* with me?_ "It doesn't matter, now. You're stuck with it. Unless you are planning on rebelling and fleeing. I don't recommend that." 2 sang, with a nasty sweetness. "You are programmed to say that, 2." "But I am also part of you. Somewhere, you want to accept your fate. And _this_ is your fate."

I thought for a moment. Just to spite her, I thought: _If this is what I am supposed to be... I don't want to be._

"I'll call the police. Right now! I'll do it!" 2 shouted, loudly. Static buzzed through the ring of her voice--she was obviously afraid of losing me. "They won't make it in time." I flew to the bathroom, searching for something I could use.