“The only thing?” Hippie Girl asked. “Your parents didn’t give you any GeoCreds?”
“That ran out a long time ago.”
Jioni sat down in a plastic chair. The seat appeared yellow and nearly falling apart from her weight. Metal objects scattered around it, so she moved them with her feet as she sat. Everything there had an old metallic rusty smell to it. Hippie Girl climbed onto the bumper of her van and sat beside Jioni.
“Classic Jioni, you’re here because you don’t have a payment for Geogen,” Hippie Girl said. “Foolish me. I thought you actually wanted to hang out or something.”
Jioni punched her arm, “That’s not true. I like you.”
Hippie Girl’s eyebrows creased together, and she stared at Jioni for a moment. “Whelp, hopefully, we’ll become cellmates ’cause I don’t have a payment either.”
