Rude Awakening...

[Ash]

There was a such thing as crowd of other people whom Ash could blend flawlessly in and vanish into the background, where the lines around her image would blur and it would become difficult to pick her out of the masses.. The people in Coruscant was not that crowd. It existed somewhere out there where a teifling could walk down the street and not stand out. She just hasn't found that place yet. And furthermore, there was no guaranteed a girl like Ash would actually enjoy something like that. She was the type that has always managed to stand out in one way or another. Be it her piercings, tattoos, once a month attention catching injury, or her terrible attitude firmly stapled to her face. Now it was a pair of horns and a Devil's tail.

Her outfits generally gave her a certain individuality, but this one kind of fit in to the area. There weren't a surplus of crazily dressed gothic or punk flavored people around, but the common fashion in the adopted cultures that were collected to create Coruscant had one uniform quality. They all stood out compared to the old fashions of her world. Wearing a plain tee and skirt seemed like an easier way to stand out.

But even so, as she walked through the golden streets of this technological heaven and the strings at her sides snapped at the thick fabric of her pants, she turned heads. The number of heads were relatively low for her usually, but it would appear that the NPCs of this universe were more easier to get judgmental looks from than those of The Nexus. She got looks that both conveyed disgust, and interest. She wondered when she noticed these looks herself, how their programming would make them react if she ever confronted them.

It was from these thoughts that she started to consider what kind of programming at all happened in making this filler she waded through. Did they have home points to return to, a work mode, a resting period.. Did they react to insults, assault, or casual flirting in different ways? Or was she swimming among a thousand married men and women who'd flash their rings if she said a word that could be considered her hitting on them? Were they all conveniently connected to an alarm that went off if she did anything but look at them funny? Would they randomly group together if she started to call them out as sheep, and get their pitchforks and tar ready. Were they random personalities and looks, but each had a voice and a goal in a sad meaningless life? Or were they just random data walking across the streets in an endless circle to give the appearance that this place was where it was busiest?

All of these questions could he answered if she was capable of looking at the code.. But as far as she knew at this moment, if she stabbed any one of them, they would cry out in horror and then fall to the cold ground where they would bleed out, and there would be a million eye witnesses to her crime. Which could actually make things interesting, but she decided she should at least get a good look around first before she burned any bridges.