"I didn't know any different. But if I didn't, I'd have been purged much sooner than I was." So you were purged?" Yes, but as a young girl who was dee...ed to be marketable I was spared public execution and instead sold as a sex slave." A sex slave. How horrible! Surely you'd have preferred death." Not really," said Petal. "You really have no idea how cruel and obscene the public executions could be. In any case, I didn't know when I was selected to be purged that this was to be my fate. No one. What does that mean?"Bob laughed, "That means that it offers protection against high powered rifles, grenades and land mines. We use it as a demonstration vehicle. Level B6 will usually let the occupant of the vehicle escape with only minor injuries if they run over a land mine or a grenade." How much does an armored car cost?"Bob watched her face as he answered her, "Well, a Mercedes S-class limo, fully armored to Level B6, can cost as much as a million dollars; I could probably get you one. Me I was just Bill Jones, my Mom and Dad had been killed in an auto accident by a drunk driver when I was eighteen, just after I had graduated High School. I was totally on my own alone with no family. I had to sell the house to pay off their bills but was left with enough to put myself thru college as long as I worked too. I was happy at college my one activity I could afford was to work out and box in the gym, which were free. The college also provided me grief consulting, that taught me. "This," and I shot my tongue out grabbing a magazine and pulling it in dropping it in my hand before retracting my tongue fully, "It's like a chameleons very handy for stealing biscuits."The girl giggled at that, she seemed much happier now that I had talked to her. I hoped she would get on OK. Largely I'd had other problems in my first few weeks as a girl. Still it was a tough and confusing experience having to sort yourself out again."Eric Marlow?" a nurse called and the girl's mother stood.