Even for those who don't feel sorry for the social dropouts who can't find purpose, they can and do feel the pain of their fellow contributing citizen... when those good citizens are harmed by the idea of their fellow human beings suffering through debt, prison, social rejection, or meaninglessness.To correct these social harms the Life Plan Correction was implemented. Dropouts, those who can't find purpose on their own, are modified with a behavioral chip to give them the purpose they lack in. With one magical wave of her hand, my pyjamas disappeared into thin air and I found myself naked."Well, you'd better find something to put on, or you're going to feel very silly!" she retorted mischievously.I sprang to my feet and tiptoed into the bedroom where Marie was now slumbering peacefully. I browsed my wardrobe and decided upon my "gypsy" dress, my favourite item of clothing that I had made myself and embroidered into its white satin every colour of the rainbow. I started to get dressed. "Todd said I would probably find you here." Sheila took a deep breath and I could see her gathering herself. "Nat, what happened last night?"I snorted as I dropped back into the leather chair that had been housing my frame all night."I believe it's called an orgasm, Sheila. It looked like it was a damn good one too." I speared her with a look before continuing, "And I was the one who gave it to you. Don't forget it."I was being an ass again, but dammit, I was hurt. I had known Sheila since she. He took lead on the moving figure, and squeezed the trigger. Not for the first time, he wished he'd practiced more at the range, as the figure broke into a run, and disappeared behind a clump of ironwood. Osvaldo turned and ran for the trucks. Halfway back, he remembered the radio at his hip."Collins, armed suspect headed to your position. Suspect is armed with a rifle, do not engage." Osvaldo sounded out of breath, like he was running.Sandy and Ben traded glances, and then he dug in the bag..