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"I guess it's time we headed home," the Blue-eyed boy says, unlocking the driver's door to the vehicle. "I could've stayed longer," Green-eyed girl puts in, stopping by the passenger door. Making her way across the cement driveway, Brown-eyed girl walks up to the vehicle. "It was a lot of fun. But I work tomorrow, and it's an hour from here to the City. Also, it would be nice not to have to drive fast home in the dark." They all get into the vehicle; Blue-eyed boy puts the keys in the ignition. Outside, in the fading gloaming of the evening, a few stars begin to make an appearance. They make it out of town in a few minutes in a comfortable silence. Then Green-eyed girl begins shuffling in the front seat. "Oh fiddlesticks!" she exclaims. "I forgot my purse back at the house! Should I phone somone to bring it to where we are?" Blue-eyed boy shakes his head and turns the vehicle around. "We might as well just go back for it." He pauses. "One of these days, they should make a GPS or locator to attach your phone to your purse. It should let off a little reminder if you get too much distance between the two." "That's clever," Brown-eyed girl says. "But I feel like once you begin with something like that, it always gets taken too far. Technology and research and science, small improvements in these things are never enough. These things become too much." "Yes, but is it the Thing or the People?" Blue-eyed boy asks. "Exactly. It's still the people who start it," she

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