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be made of greasy grey-brown plastic, and Sally Yoshino was lifted almost
two metres into the air. Sally's mirror-dummy stirred, awoke and
stared up at Sally's in shock. Alannah took the opportunity to view
from the dummy's position, and saw herself in the arms of a huge
warrior Parkry, with bronze patterns etched into its carapace,
which was lit from behind by red torchlight. Its barbed jaws
opened and closed reflexively, and a thread of saliva drooled
onto Sally's face. Alannah tried to log out, but there was an
override in place. The dummy shuddered sympathetically, and then
vanished in a hissing haze of static. The Parkry carried her
outside. It was about ten o'clock in the evening.
Nobody in the market seemed too concerned about a two-and-a-half
metre tall Parkry warrior carrying a naked girl around,
occasionally ducking to avoid the overhead stonework. It was a
common sight, apparently. The Parkry carried Sally's to the tent of
the balloon-seller, chittered loudly. A flap drew back. The
aged Moridani appeared, murmuring a gr
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