"I dunno. Blow up the Decanting Centers, maybe."
"Maybe," Jennette said, glancing impishly at the man beside her, "we ought to just stop wearing these silly old manufactured bodies entirely."
"Yes?" Mark tasted a pomegranate, made a face, and tried another. "Just what do you suggest people wear?"
"They could go around in their protobodies."
"What?" Mark looked swiftly and searchingly at her, alarm on his face.
"Why Mark," she laughed disarmingly. "You're such a righteous beast, aren't you?"
"Great Atoms, Jennette," he said, gazing intently at her golden-flecked eyes, wondering what strange things went on inside that lovely head. "You mean go around all the time as if we were savages? Why that's illegal, immoral, and besides—besides, it's dangerous. Suppose somebody took a shot at you? You've only got one protobody, you know."
"A clever fighter like you shouldn't have too much trouble with that, if you're careful," she said gaily. "And I'm pretty good at that myself."
Mark took a slow deep breath as he decided that she was just teasing him. "I'm surprised at you, Jennette."
She shrugged. "I'm bored, I guess. I'd like to try something new, just for excitement. Personally, sometimes I think the whole social system we have is pretty silly, anyway."