Posted by VHunter on 12/6/2007, 2:25 pm, in reply to "Symulent Wars Part 2"
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hehe, love the senile computer. 
--Previous Message--
: The weather broke as the afternoon turned to
: evening. Rain poured from the sky in sheets
: and send people scurrying for shelter their
: summer clothes already soaked through.
: Kiren stopped outside the hospital and
: watched the rain pour down from the darkened
: sky. Even in her heyday she could never have
: been described as beautiful, though handsome
: was a possibility. Her chin jutted out a
: little too proudly and a bump on her nose
: indicated that it had been broken once or
: twice, dark hair lay tangled over one
: shoulder of her coat. Dull red lipstick had
: been carefully applied and seemed to pull
: the corners of her mouth into a permanent
: frown. She was a little too tall and rake
: thin with arms and legs that were almost
: gangly, looking as if someone had got hold
: of her head and feet and stretched her out
: of shape. Her raincoat was soon soaked and
: heavy and clung in weighted folds around
: her, water streamed off her hat and past her
: nose.
: There weren’t many people out in the rain
: but those that were stared. Kiren’s simulent
: half was almost hidden in her clothes and
: hat but she could do little about the lack
: of hair on one side of her scalp and even
: less about her face. Dull silver metal,
: seared to a join with her remaining skin,
: covered the left half of her face dipping up
: and curving as it reached her lips and
: passing on behind her hairline. Lights took
: the place of eyeballs on the moulded black
: unit that covered the top of he face like a
: pair of sunglasses; these grew or shrank
: depending on her mood. Right now the lights
: were like large molten red suns in her
: sockets, Kiren was angry.
: She had felt sure to find him at the
: Simbiotic unit of New London’s main
: hospital, getting checked for the feared
: illegal additions before being allowed to
: stalk the streets. As a Simulent and not a
: Mechamide she could avoid all that
: bureaucracy as long as she didn’t stay in
: the country too long, which was good as she
: didn’t fancy being taken apart to separate
: the none too legal devices she had hidden
: about her Sim half. Her friend Mec however
: played by the rules. She was afraid he
: wasn’t going to last five minutes here.
: A car of young men, pulling over to jeer at
: the lone woman walking the streets, wound
: their windows up and fled skyward as she
: turned to glare at them. For a brief moment
: she consider firing a smiler blade at wiring
: on the car’s underside, and then thought
: what Mec would say about it and regretted
: thinking about firing the blade. She then
: regretting letting Mec get inside her skin
: enough to make her regret what previously
: she would have considered a just act after
: such provocation. She then regretted
: regretting this and so carried on Kiren’s
: thought processes until her computer
: interrupted her.
: “Your pulse has gone up again. Three guesses
: who you’re thinking about!”
: “Shut up Sophia.” Kiren daily regretted
: buying the emotional computer system that
: had been all the range thirty years ago,
: but, after having its circuits hardwired
: into her own cranial cavity and sensory
: array for some company, she doubted whether
: she could have had the thing removed.
: “Bet it begins with the letter M?”
: “I’m warning you, you senile piece of
: retardant hardware, I’ll cut your www time.”
: “And I’ll cut your bank account off, you
: know you can never remember the pins by
: yourself.” Kiren’s pupils swelled another
: millimetre or so, shutting her mouth, her
: muttering was not helping the stares.
: “Anyway enough baiting, you’re never going
: to guess where the Bio Mec Gladiator
: championships are being held.”
: “Mmmm.” This was probably safer than saying
: anything to the deranged computer.
: “New London stadium.”
: “WHAT” Everyone in earshot looked at her,
: above in the sky rise apartments a baby
: began wailing. She ignored the stares,
: ducked her head and strode forward quickly
: to get out from under the eyes.
: “Exactly as you predicted, even that big wig
: the head of the United European Federation
: and his pals from the European Congress are
: coming to watch the games before voting for
: the preliminary Biomechanical
: Standardisation Paper... Wow BIG pulse surge
: that time.”
: “I was hoping I was wrong.”
: “So what do we do now?”
: “Now we find that idiot Davis, extract him
: from whatever zed he’s got himself into this
: time and get our arses out of this
: Godforsaken weather before I rust.”
: “Ahhh mi amour.”
: “Shut UP Sophia.”
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