Baseline
A couple of gene punks slink around the corner, one’s features vaguely feline, the other covered in complex patterns of glittering scales.
“What’chu staring at, human?”
I know not to respond; their physiology is almost completely human as well, the differences only cosmetic, but let them call themselves what they like.
“Hey, he asked you a question! Don’t you walk away, baseline!”
Heh, baseline? They don’t know what they’re messing with. A few echolocative clicks, outside the range of human ears, and I know their exact location as they surround me from behind – wait till the last minute, then jump...
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