"Next on Animal Planet: when negotiations go bad!"

shia smiled "okay, let me find one." she got out a sheilded PDA and started to search, before it projected a scale size of a G-78 scout ship.

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shia smiled "okay, let me find one." she got out a sheilded PDA and started to search, before it projected a scale size of a G-78 scout ship.

The ship was the size of a child's toy in comparison with Numa. She tried to grab it, only for her hand to pass though. "How'd you do that?" she asked.

"It's a hologram." Shia told her. "Technology we developed."

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"It's a hologram." Shia told her. "Technology we developed."

"Oh...pretty. Kinda like the Science Fiction films." Numa commented.

Shia blinked "science fiction?" she asked rather confused.

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Shia blinked "science fiction?" she asked rather confused.

"Oh, you don't get out much?" Numa asked.

"No, just never heard of it. That's all."

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"No, just never heard of it. That's all."

"So you don't have Plasma Vision?" Numa asked.

"no." Shia answered "Plasma is mainly used as a weapon."

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"no." Shia answered "Plasma is mainly used as a weapon."

"Oh. So you have wars?" Numa asked sensitively.

"yes, but there hasn't been a war for along, long time." Shia answered.

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"yes, but there hasn't been a war for along, long time." Shia answered.

"Oh...you want to see it anyway?" Numa asked.

"sure." Came the reply.

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"sure." Came the reply.

Numa plucked Shia off the ground, and walked into what Shia assumed was a living room. Everything appeared to have been organically grown. the chairs, shaped like seeds, with enough room for many Elves to squeeze in, were grown from bone. In the corner, sat like a pustulant organ, was the 'Plasma Screen' Numa had talked about. The smell of the room was quite foul, upsetting Shia's sense of smell.

Shia commented quietly "I'm gonna be sick." turning a little green.

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Shia commented quietly "I'm gonna be sick." turning a little green.

"What? Its just a living room." Numa told Shia.

"Bad senses." Came the reply.

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"Bad senses." Came the reply.

Numa nodded. "I see, you don't have a butchers or anything."

"it's done, to ethical guidelines." Shia answered.

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"it's done, to ethical guidelines." Shia answered.

"We tried metal ages ago, but it merely rusted. So we had to grow everything. Its cheap, its good for the enviroment and its certainly unique." Numa explained. She sat Shia down on one of the smooth bone chairs, before fiddling with a few protusions on the plasma screen. How such a ugly, inelegant thing could get reception was beyond Shia's understanding.

"There, hopefully some of your questions could be answered by watching the news."

"I bet." Came Shia commented.

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"I bet." Came Shia commented.

Numa sat down next to Shia. "How will we know when your people find you?"

"oh trust me, I'll know." Shia simply answered.

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"oh trust me, I'll know." Shia simply answered.

Numa nodded. She walked out of the room, and came back with a large (to Shia) amount of a green and red synthetic meat. It was placed infront of Shia.

Shia looked at it confused.