Andy and Mark sat at a coffee shop. Unique pottery cups, alike only in width and shallowness, sat in front of each of them, coffee untouched. It was best to keep up appearances. While their meeting could have taken place at a park or on a beach, neither of them felt comfortable enough to try to leave the city yet. The wilderness beyond the city limits was savage and untamed- and so were the people that lived out there.
Mark shifted slightly in his chair. “What are we going to do about the laws? I don’t want to stop what I’m doing everytime some kid runs into the street.”
“I have some people working on it.” Andy soothed. “It’s a complex issue but don’t worry, I have it on good authority that it’s only a matter of time. Was that why you called, to talk about our progress?”
Mark slapped a hand on the table in frustration. “We’re not perfect!”
“I know.” Andy said quietly. He gestured at the free masses outside the large window. “How could we ever be perfect? With role-models like these; made in their image.”