The old gypsy handed Maisie the satchel. Both women’s faces were shrouded by their dark hoods. The old woman’s hand shook, the bracelets on her wrists jangling. Maisie held it in her pale, steady hands and peered inside.

“What’s in it?” Maisie asked.

The gypsy replied in verse:

“Take a look,

And you will see.

It’s not what I tell you,

But what **you** think.”

Maisie just nodded and slung the satchel over her shoulder.

Leaving the old hut, the sunlight burned her eyes- both real and synthetic. She removed her hood and she’s her cloak. It was hot enough in the desert without a thick, heavy coat. Her half-robotic body conducted more heat than before surgery, and it was important that she stayed cool so that her mechanics wouldn’t overheat.

Maisie trekked through the villiage, which was run entirely on steam, her prosthetic leg gliding through the air like butter.

She ducked behind a robosmith’s shop and reached her hand into the satchel. The first object was round and smooth in her hand. A bottle, she realized. Perhaps a bottle of poison?

But she pulled it out, and the label read, _H20._

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Water. It was nothing but creek water.

Maisie huffed and set it aside.

She grabbed the next item. She traced its body, and there was a barrel in front, with a bigger body attached to it. She felt a trigger and placed her finger gently on it. It _had_ to be a gun!

A crossbow. An ancient crossbow that Maisie couldn’t even use.

She needed something that could kill, not stun.

Maisie thought as hard as she could when she pulled out the next two items.

_Deadly, death, _**_murder_**_._

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The items were just as useless. A glitter bomb. A can of fart gas.

Maisie wound up her mechanic arm and flung the satchel across the street.

And that’s when the last item fell out.

It was a slip of paper.

Maisie walked over and picked it up. It only read one line:

_A crafty cyborg and change the world._

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“What the…” Maisie muttered.

She peered down at her collection.

Suddenly, genius struck.

Maisie rushed over and furiously scooped everything up.

She put the glitter bomb and the fart gas in the crossbow. Then she added the water and relied and the acidity from polluted creeks.

Then, she drew, aimed, and fired.