Amy rebelled against that idea.  How could a society advanced enough to have things like these lenses have such medieval ideas otherwise?  "You're not," she said, vehemently.  "You were the only one who was nice to me.  You're better than any of your so-called friends, and probably better than most of the people out there on the street.  Of course you're not<em>beneath</em>me."  And she leaned forward, impulsively, and kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger there for a moment.