As long as you had sufficient raw material and power you could replicate things as you needed them. The likes of knives, forks and spoons no longer fi...led drawers, even the sports equipment he had just been using was produced as it was required and recycled after use.There was very little that actually belonged to anyone any more, which seemed to have solved the problem of petty theft overnight. Nobody needed stolen property when they could replicate anything they might want without risk or. You two will have the place all to yourselves. Take good care of her and I'll fucking pay you tomorrow. She's been a little crabby-ass all day long." I don't need to be paid. It's a privilege being with her." You're so sweet, Anthony," Stephanie said. For a moment she sounded exactly like Charlotte. It was uncanny."Thanks," I replied. "It's the honest truth though. Charlotte rocks my world."There was a pause, and for a moment I was wondering what Stephanie was thinking over there. I was sure it. There were some logistics to take care of. He'd have to lay out some serious money to buy an appropriate wardrobe -- a "hustling" outfit. And he'd need to make an arrangement with a sympathetic physician who wouldn't mind treating venereal diseases of the anus, if it came to that. But all that was minor stuff.More worrisome was the physical danger he'd subject himself to. One of his "customers" might, at any time, assault him or worse. And, what could he do to prevent it? He'd have to learn to. I started back, but Carol, still testy from the trip, pushed past me to go in ahead. If she had just been polite, I think we would have gotten out of there."Would you assholes move your bikes so we can get out of here," Carol almost screeched as she said the words before I could stop her."Why of course, ma'am," one of them said. As he stepped near, he smiled with the most dazzlingly white even teeth I'd ever seen. Holding out his hand, he said, "My name is Auston."He was big. Well over six.