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Mr. Universe is downstairs, for the first time in a couple of weeks, having got caught up in whatever's the latest thing to catch his interest.

He has his laptop, of course, and is working intently.

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"Yeah, but it doesn't matter anyways, cause I don't live there anymore. I'm a city girl now. New York."

Relief comes with being able to say such things.

He nods, understanding.

"When'd you run out?"

"12 am of my eighteenth birthday."

I smile. I had taken the 12:17 bus to New York. It took me about 15 minutes to walk there.

"You waited to be legal. Admirable patience."

"Well, thanks. And trust me, it was hell."

I smirk.

"Something happen? Or did the boredom just get to you?"

It's just idle curiosity.

"Both and it's all history. A story of death, despair, unacceptance, broken families, and just horrible, close-minded people. That's it, really."

I laugh.

"And quite a story it sounds." He leans back, ignoring the laptop now. "If typical of the human race, from what I've seen."

"Yeah, unfortunetly it is. I won't lie or cover it up. But there are a few people who care. That's guaranteed as well."

"Care about... helping others out? Yes."

"So, I take it, you..are not from Earth."

"Earth's been gone a long long time in my 'verse. We moved up and out."

I smile.

"That's a good way of putting it. Is life better where you are?"

"That would depend on who you are and where you live. The Core planets are a lot like Earth, or so they say."

"Well, you can't expect complete peace. It's a nice dream, nice for this place, but it's not real."

"Not with the humans I know."

"So, music. Is it the same? Still have Black Sabbeth, Dep Leppard and the like?"

"It's been five hundred years", he says casually. "I've made something of a study of Earth-that-Was culture, but your average man on the street? No."

"I make you copies of the tapes I have, and then you can play them for the universe. Dead serious."

I smile.

"That would be a very, very good plan, but sadly I find myself unable to go back. I can get them to someone who can, though."

"Oh, sorry. I leave them with the bar, one of these days."

I sigh.

"You've got family here..or something?"

"No. I don't have any family. Someone I think I could call a friend."

"Girlfriend? because I know this place is like a meat market. Everyone finds someone to be with. Besides me, of coarse. I'm still stuck in the whole "this is too perfect" phase."

I smirk. It's true. You can't say it isn't

"No girlfriend. I was married."

To a robot, but he tends to pass that over.

"Sorry. What was she like?"