They blasted up Fifth Avenue on a wave of stinking blue smoke to arrive at the Hymann Boutique on the corner of Cortex Park. An aggressive security team had forced the homeless to the perimeter, keeping the plaza empty. Xavi parked at the edge and walked onto the white marble surface ignoring the security team’s shouts. Alice followed and crossed to the boutique’s thirty-foot-tall glass entry cube. The most challenging part of the printing process, and the one that kept the price astronomical, was the power requirement. Normal city infrastructure couldn’t handle the loads required, so Hymann built their print shops alongside new fusion reactors. They made a feature of the equipment, turned it into part of the show. This one had been chromed and displayed in the entrance. Alice saw herself distorted in the tokamak’s polished torus as Xavi stood behind her.