"Are you going somewhere?" Bumi asked. He didn't like the way the conversation going. It feels like goodbye.
"Yes," Anne replied, pointing her finger to the night sky. Her beautiful face, long flowing hair shined brightly under the moon.
Bumi wasn't sure what she meant by that. There he waited for her next explanation.
Strangely, Bumi wasn't shocked. Anne - despite looking perfectly youthful supposedly with the same appearance in her 20s - was a centennarian. She is definitely overdue for a one-way trip to Mars, where seniors "voluntarily" go to the new frontier, living precariously and governing themselves with various experimental living themes until they expired.
"Which village?" Bumi asked.
Anne shrugged. "I like the 50s village, at least in the brochure it looks very promising. And who knows..." Anne chuckled, "...I could meet a good ole husband there!"
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