As luck would have it not too far away a reckless Frostygirl showed up in broad daylight. Probably lost, as the nearest frostybar was at least 10 miles more south in the BXL.SPHERENET, she turned out to be much less agressive than expected. Still, encountering one this far out of their regular Arcturf does make me seriously consider buying a Blojo Heatkicker of respectable caliber. Keeping it hanging at no more than an arm's length from my utility belt. Less than an eye-blink away from a possible icy death.

As water grows scarcer the new fad among the new cultural twen-cen poseurs is to stick one's favourite brand of aqua to the face. A far cry from branded shirts and commercially tattooed bellybuttons of the late 20th century. Roving and violent gangs of Frostygirls notwithstanding the Aquaposies don't seem to diminish in numbers. Waterly devotion seems nothing if not ever more succesful in its infection of the young urban minds.