The city was at war. Long guns. I would want to stop them shooting at us buy shooting at them, but then this would call their attention and they would shoot back.
I found a group to stick with but we were not sure who were friends, who were enemies. A boss told me that a girl with long straight hair was an enemy. The proof was a nano-splinter she had on one of her eyes, in the pupil. He showed me an augmented view of her eye. There was a small splinter stuck in her pupil, the black centre of the eye. Seeing the magnified image of the eye in three dimensions, it seemed easy to just grab the splinter and take it out of her eye. He said I had to find a way to talk her into allowing me to put my hands on her eye and take it out.
So I started to talk with this girl and two others that were with her. One of them looked like a younger version of her, and the other one looked like an older version of her.
The man told the closest version, in a very soft voice, shall I tie you, but he was referring to a belt for the girls. Old and young version did their belts on their own. Original version agreed to have it done for her and in the process he realised she was naked under that small dress. Naked?, he asked. I looked and she didn’t even have underwear. She said, yes, in a natural way. But since then on he looked at her differently.
We walked for a while. I was behind at a distance and noticed that the youngest version adjusted something under her pants as we walked. She didn’t look naked, it looked like a bulky nappy was under her dress. Then we regrouped as she went away to some toilet.
Then there was some confession with the other two, something about the guy having sex with them all.
The youngest version joined us back, looking devastated. She said, crying: I’m pregnant. I answered, I know. She looked surprised but then what could it have been, her having a nappy, disappearing for a long time to go to the toilet, the guy making this confession and then her looking devastated.
I tried to make conversation with the original girl, the one from whose pupil I had to get the splinter out, but there was no way I could introduce the subject of her eye.