The old man sighed "That is a beautiful plasma knife and the color black gives it a higher value.
I would say that it can be sold for about 1000 or 1500 Ehmarks on the black market. Being a plasma weapon, it has a very high value but if you only had 50 of those weapons.
You could sell them for 2000 Ehmarks each, with that you would have a profit of 100000 Ehmarks, a rather considerable amount of money.
Considering that daily life in this city of cyber-butterflies is 45 Ehmarks, you will survive without problems. "
Marie looked at her plasma knife that she had made with the scientists and smiled triumphantly.
"Not only can I make this knife, I can make thousands of them and even more."
The old man wanted to laugh but somehow felt a sense of fear because in that face of innocence, there was security.
"Well, if you can make thousands, I think you should create a corporation. That way you can generate money, but that would be fighting the corporations.
But I see you as a very capable girl. You just lack a little guidance. You would like me to teach you the art of trafficking weapons.
It is a very honest business. We only sell weapons. People are the ones who use them, although for citizens we will always be the bad guys.
They never think that we only offer a service which is required by their compatriots. We are always condemned to be the bad guys in the eyes of civilians.
But for the elites of any army, we are easily accessible stores. They do not care where the weapons come from, as long as they can fulfill their purpose.
Besides, there will always be wars. You only need to have the complete sales material. "
Marie scratched her cheek "I suppose selling guns serves the purpose of not breaking with a nation's economy.
Very well, old man, I would like you to teach me the art of dealing with arms, but first, what should I call you? "
The old man smiled, revealing his metal teeth "My real name was removed from the databases a long time ago.
But you can call me Prometheus. I'm the one who stole the flame from Olympus to take it to humans, it's the name they gave me in many places. "
Marie smiled and reached out her small hand to give Prometheus a hand shake who squeezed the girl's hand.
"My name is Marie and I am a goddess who travels the multiverse. I hope we can get along better.
Although now that I think about it, where is Mom Diara… "
Marie interrupted her words when she heard the noise of the micro Uzi, so she turned her head and could see some homeless people running out of a building.
Some fell to the ground full of bullet holes, leaving a pool of blood on the ground. At that moment, Diara came out quite angry.
Far from containing her hatred, Uzi pointed her mike at one of the homeless people who was breathing heavily on the ground.
"Damn rapist they were just little girls"
Diara opened fire and the tramp's body turned into a shapeless, bloody mass.
When she eased her anger, some tears came out of her eyes. Marie, who had seen everything, started running towards Diara.
"Mama Diara, what happened? You want me to destroy someone."
Diara looked sadly at Marie "Ma Marie, this garbage was killing little girls, but before that they made them suffer and they ...
They raped them; they are a bloody scum. "
An angrier Diara took out her Uzi mic again and shot the corpse on the ground until she felt better.
Marie looked sadly at Diara "You want me to revive the girls."
Diara bit her lip and shook her head "We know nothing about them and what they went through before they died would be a horrible trauma.
If you revive them, we can bring them back to suffer. What we must do is to guarantee a place in this world.
To later try to improve the lives of as many people as we can. "
Marie smiled and looked at Diara "About the money problem, I found what to do to sell and get money."
Diara stroked Marie's hair "What did you find to sell Ma Marie?"
Marie said casually, "Weapons, as they do not interfere with the business of the corporations that dominate the world.
Let me introduce you to Prometheus, he is a very kind man, who will help us find a good place to generate Ehmarks "
Diara wanted to refuse, but after seeing the horrible scene above, she just sighed and looked at Marie seriously.
"If you want to sell weapons, we can do it, but I hope you can listen to me when I tell you that we cannot sell weapons.
Although it is a business on the margins of the law, we really have no need for anything and I would not like you to have the blood of innocents on your little hands.
While it is true that a weapon will not kill anyone, as merchants, we have the moral standard to refuse when we see abuse.
Besides, nobody can force you to do something you don't want to do. You are a goddess, so threats should not affect you in any way. "
Marie nodded her head and looked seriously at Diara "I promise you that I will only sell weapons to whom I consider correct ..."
Marie turned her head and pointed at the building "But what do you want me to do with that building, Mom Diara."
Diara stroked Marie's hair "We have to report it to the authorities because they will know ..."
Prometheus shook his head and interrupted Diara "Miss Diara, sorry to interrupt your moralistic talk but I have to be honest with you.
These kinds of acts are committed all the time in this society. Human life is respected if you have enough money.
The police would not even come to see this place because it is not a rich area in the city of cyber butterflies. As for the little girls, they are only victims of their parents.
Many of their parents prefer to sell them to buy drugs or improvements for their bodies. There are even women and men who dedicate themselves to having children and then selling them.
Human life in this city and in this world is only worth 567 Ehmarks, that's what a little girl like Marie costs. "
Diara sighed and felt a terrible anger against this society, but remembered her own words that she once said to Marie.
So he squatted down and looked fondly at Marie "That building disappears with everything it has inside. It is a place where evil was done.
It shouldn't exist anymore. "
Marie smiled and stretched out one of her hands before clenching her fist. At that moment, the building completely disappeared, turning into beautiful butterflies that flew into the sky.
Prometheus, with his surprised face, looked at Marie with different eyes because he realized that she was not lying when she told him that she was a goddess.