[ WP ] You swear that you keep seeing the same woman in blue every time you go on family vacation , when you turn 18 , you are introduced to her .

On most days, Frey lived with his nannies in a rural bungalow on the far side of Io. But Frey and his dad came to New New York for all their vacations. It was a large sprawling city with so much happening, but Frey wondered why they never went anywhere else. It took Frey until he was five to realise this was because his dad worked here. 
 
 
 “ Must be nice to be so tall ”, Frey said to New New York ’ s Lady Liberty when he was seven and still very short. That was literally what she was called, the tall, blue Crystalline statue that was an exact replica of its sister from the now extinct Earth. Except for its colour, that was. The Ionians were a nostalgic bunch. 
 
 
 A few years later, she walked herself twelve blocks down the street and planted herself in front of City Hall, hacked by a group of vigilantes. They made her pull up her dress and fart right in the Mayor ’ s office window ( The fart was potent nitric oxide. This was perhaps the most creative assassination attempt in the history of mankind ). By the time the city engineers figured out how to override her and get her where she needed to be, the videos had gone viral at the speed of light across the solar system. 
 
 
 After that she was a bit more quiet. 
 
 
 When they were fourteen, Frey and his buddies came back to the city after ditching school, still in their smart day suits. Frey was the only one who ’ d been to New New York before so he felt really cool. They graffitied the shit out of Lady Blue Liberty with a surprising variety of artful renditions of penises and lewd comments about The Judies, who were the girls who went to the Catholic School right across the road from theirs. 
 
 
 MiNdY Da BiCycLE - pLS leT FREY have mORE RIDES 
 
 Mr and Mrs R 
 
 AJA LOVES the D 
 
 It woN ’ t sukk itSELF DelilaH 
 
 WhER R DA SEX RoBOTS?! 
 
 
 And etc. 
 
 
 By the next day, the statue would self repair itself. Technology solved the problem of graffiti a little too well. It made New New York very boring compared to the photos of videos of the old one. 
 
 
 Lady Blue Liberty, it was said, had a million long range cameras and microphones on her skin, and was made of a ‘ smart ’ crystal that could move better than the human muscle and skeletal structures. 
 
 
 Frey graduated high school with passable grades. His obsession with Mindy and her cycling abilities had waned in favour of trying to figure out a way to leave home. 
 
 
 They all got drunk in the city and went for a final graffiti session around the good old Lady ’ s ankles. Frey sprayed something cheesy about growing up and trying to catch a shuttle away from home and then passed out, Lady Blue Liberty ’ s ‘ smart ’ gown flapping around him. Crazy how real the material felt. 
 
 
 When he woke up, he was staring at a blue, marbley eye with no pupils. It was the size of his entire body. His lungs felt squeezed in. With a jolt, Frey realised he was a hundred feet off the ground, and that large blue fingers were holding him from his feet to his chest, his arms pinned to his sides. 
 
 
 A pleasant, female voice started talking. 
 
 
 “ Hello Frey. You are the mayor ’ s son, correct? ” 
 
 
 The statue ’ s lips didn ’ t move. 
 
 
 Frey vomited all over her fingers. The vomit was absorbed in a millisecond by the smart polymer she was made of. 
 
 
 Fuck. 
 
 
 “ My name is Liberty. Hello Frey. ” 
 
 
 “ Hi. ” Frey managed. 
 
 
 This could get ugly. 
 
 
 “ Hello, Mr Mayor. You must be listening in right now. Here are our demands. First, safe release and diplomatic immunity to all arrested members of the Jupiter Project. Second, a shuttle with five million Ion dollars by noon. Third- oh my, you will enjoy this! We would like- ”
