I am Penny Robinson, and I've been sentenced to miss out on the entire rest of my life by my parents, who are going to freeze themselves, ***and myself***, and fly across the galaxy to colonize a new world, and I'll never see the mall, or my friends ever again. So I'm gonna make one last blowout on my last night on Earth. Anything and everything—all my allowance—goes in *One. Last. Night.*

You see a teen girl with piecy raven bob-styled hair and porcelain skin wearing a black miniskirt. The flashing, multicolored displays of the holograms over the presidium walkway flash across the both of you, the pale white flesh of the girl's elfin features and midriff light up with colored patterns of the rays cast by the vibrant graphics.