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Late October during the paranoid twilight. Running is an exhaustion. Pseudo-freedom fighter of the outskirts and skimming. The ice blue concoction, psychedelic and alcoholic; parabola vitale, an illicit sublimation. Samantha of the regeneration. Histories witness becoming the temporal victim. The bottle emptied. She threw the fallen soldier into the trash. She waited and watched.
Something foreign she didn't comprehend. Practicing her self importance she lied well enough that she believed it made sense. It didn't matter how inebriated, her organs would regenerate with expedience. Her eternal adaptation.
A noise, either a really lazy burglar or an animal. Or the authorities had found her lair of absentia. She'd been a fugitive for a decade. Ten years under the influence. She should investigate. Her contact computer amplified ambiant light. Augmented reality of 2222 an ominous age. Silent and stealth she approached the source of sound.
A cat! Not just a cat a tiger trolling the trash. She got eye level or as close as possible. It was just a cub. She smiled and dissappeared to the makeshift kitchen. Deciding on something feline and delicious, she hoped. Steak. She knew of no rational animal that feared the mighty cow.
She returned and spoke melodically (or she hoped) in what she believed was a friendly voice:

"Stranger are you hungry? I'm guessing you wouldn't be scavenging otherwise. "
Samantha held out the raw steak. A timid bengal approached. All it would take is a sudden movement to send the cub away. It slowly clenched the cow.

"Sweetie come over here........" she did her best maternal impression.

The cub crawled into her lap, "An angel in the architecture. I you know I might have a place for you to bed down. If you're nice I may even adopt. You're to be called Cairo." a sandpaper tongue greeted her.