Carla Scott wanted nothing more in life than to own a little bookshop in the coastal town she’d grown up in. The costal town she’d grown up in just didn’t want her.
It wasn’t uncommon on Gaia. Many people prided themselves on their purity. No implants, no prostheses, no chips or tats or whatever other add-ons had flooded the market. This was about humanity, and what counts as human.
Carla wasn’t human by Gaian standards. She was something else. The words didn’t matter, since none of them were very accurate or very kind. She was a person with very few biological parts left, and that meant she was a soulless monster.
Getting ahold of the real estate was easy. No one would object to her living quietly on the edge of town. The kinds of things she wanted her bookstore to do were too much. A community of writers and readers was quite possible in Renford; just not if it included her.
She bought up the location she wanted, nestled between a cheese shop and a small botique. She printed out flyers, asked her friend’s help to make the website, and baked for the grand opening. Carla had never been one for demurring. She was going to build this business if it killed her.