This story contains some adult language 13 and up I'll say.
First off, I think I should explain a few things to the reader. The world isn't the place you think it is, not completely. I know you've heard that before in a few movies and books, but this ain't The Matrix, and it ain't the X-Files. There's a big change coming in this world and I can feel it. I don't know if you know this or not, but the city has a spirit. From every person who walks the streets to every bird in Central Park to smog that chokes the air. I feel the spirit of the city. Its not like a fuckin' ghost, or kami. Its just the feel of a city, you know? Heh. Anytime you get over a million human minds in a few hundred square miles some very interesting energy. My name is Jules, most people call me a gypsy, or a palm reader, but I prefer street shaman.
Oh, don't give me that all knowing look. First off, you're right. Most of it is bullshit. I tell people what they want to hear about their futures and I make a little money off of it. I try to be vague and ambiguous. Not because I can't read them, but because people don't really want to know their future. They just want to hear that everything is going to be groovy for them and I get to eat that night. It's a fuckin' living, right?
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