She’d ran half way back to Romeo when she decided she’d better save the robots first and changed her course towards Gore industries. The rain poured but she was too enamored with the sensations to get in out of it. She stretched out her arms and whirled like a dervish, feeling all that it meant to be alive.
“Hey you’ll get sick like that,” a street girl with long blond dreadlocks yelled.
“You’re a gutter-punk aren’t you?” a young boy next to the girl called.
She looked down at her tattered and burnt clothes and realized she must have looked a mess.
The girl walked over and said, “I am Sandy and this is Pockets. You wanna fly signs with us?”
Juliet looked puzzlingly at them.
“You know, flying signs? It’s how we get food.” She held up a sign she was making about working for food.
Pockets held out a bottle of some his famous hooch, and Juliet took a swig, making a horrible face, causing them to laugh.
Then Juliet took another swig, cringed, and held up her sign..
Traded it all for love!