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sectors of the Midi Circle.
    The transporter swerves smoothly into a
stationary line of vehicles parked in front of a massive building. Shiny,
mirrored panels cover the lower level of the structure from left to right.
Several men and women in standard-issue police attire are scattered on the
sidewalk, digipads in hand, doling out instructions to the various people
alighting from the vehicles in front of us.
    The line moves slowly forward. When it’s
our turn, the door opens automatically, and everyone piles out in single file.
    Sliding my arms into my backpack, I gulp
nervously as I scan my surroundings. Miscalculating the step on the sidewalk, I
stumble and fall sideways into a tall, red-haired girl. Catching her off guard,
I grimace as she wobbles and drops to the ground, butt first.
    “Ouch!” she exclaims. “That is definitely
gonna bruise later.”
    Somehow, I’ve managed to stay upright, but
barely. My cheeks are fire engine red as I extend my hand to help her up. “I’m
so sorry! I’m such a klutz.”
    “No harm.” She rubs her butt. “That’s like
something I’d do.” She smiles widely at me and I can’t help but smile back.
“I’m Jenna.”
    “Sadie. Are you here for Thalassic City
too?”
    “Yep. Do you want to stick together?”
    “That would be super.” 
    “Great. Come on then.” Jenna throws a
burgundy duffle bag over her shoulder. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
    We walk to the nearest police officer—a
stout lady with a grim smile—and state our names. She records some details and
advises us to enter via block nine.
    “What Sector are you from?” Jenna asks.
Her piercing blue eyes infiltrate mine as we walk and talk.
    “Fourteen. You?”
    “Twenty-five.” She tucks her short
raven-colored hair behind her ears. “Which factory do you work in?”
    “I’m on the assembly line in Medi-Tech.
You?”
    “I work as a machinist in Fabrix. I’d
recently been promoted to undergarments. Lucky me; I get to make panties and
bras day-in, day-out. Although it has its advantages.” Casting a quick glance
over her shoulder, she pulls me off to the side and lifts up her shirt,
revealing a generous cleavage encased in the most gorgeous bra I’ve ever seen.
“Have a feel.”
    I sputter something incomprehensible.
    She chortles, maneuvering my hand to the
silky material. “The bra, Sadie,” she confirms, chuckling again.
    My fingers brush the firm pink silk of the
cup and trail over the black lace decorative panel. I’ve a mad case of bra lust,
which is totally ridiculous because even if I managed to snag me one of those,
it’s not like anyone is going to see it.
    Forming relationships is strictly
forbidden within the lower classes; however, casual flings are more than
tolerated—they’re encouraged. Bile rises up my throat. It’s only then I realize
my fingers are still sliding over Jenna’s bra, and I drop my hand as if
electrocuted.
    She laughs as she tucks her shirt back
into her pants. “Pity you’re not the same size,” she says, as we resume
walking, “I have tons of borrowed sets, and I’d be happy to give you a
few.” Stooping over, she stares at my chest, and I fold my arms protectively
across my smaller bust. She laughs raucously. “Relax, Sadie. I was only trying
to gauge your size. B-cup I’d wager. Am I right?”
    I nod in affirmation.
    “Yes!” She mock punches the air and I roll
my eyes. “I should be able to customize some to fit, provided I can get my
hands on the right equipment once we are in Thalassic City. Do you think we’ll
get to choose what we want to do there?”
    My gut tightens as I consider her
question. I’ve been so preoccupied with being chosen that I haven’t given much
thought to what life will actually be like once I reach the new underwater
city. Knots of worry form in my stomach. I hope they won’t force me to do
similar work. I think I’ll go crazy if I’m stuck underwater and forced into
monotonous factory life again.
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