Name: $REDACTED Alias: ['The Barista', and 2 unknown...] Classification: Artificial Organic Computer Race: Human Gender: Female Biological Age: Est. 28 Earth Years Chronological Age: N/A SCAN Rank: | C C | C C TIIN Rank: | C C | C C Reviewer Rank: 1 stars Location: Houston, TX Organizations: - A massive fast food chain Occupations: - Mother - Unskilled laborer Relationships: - The Fodder Variables: $MENTAL_HEALTH: -0.60 | # Probably not well. Single mother. Divorced. Smoker. $PLEASANT: +0.80 | # She seems nice. She recognized Fodder.
Fodder and the Barista first met while he was picking up breakfast before work.
They met a second time while Fodder was at the courthouse:
“Hey… do I know you?” Fodder would ask, upon seeing her sitting on the bench outside.
“I don’t…” she would start.
$REDACTED yesterday! I do remember you! So… what are you doing here?” she replied.
“Jury duty. You?”
“Parole. My stupid ex. Half a year and I’ll be free of this place.”
“Well that’s good! Good luck to you, I’ll see you around,” Fodder said, walking away.
He always regret that he didn’t keep talking.
Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)
She said, “I’m worryin' outta mind” (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam)
I said “Oh, Black Betty” (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
— from Ram Jam - “Black Betty”
She will be the first ASMBarista.