But for the Future.

[Guest]

Nicole

Quivering under his touch, Nicole noted how sensitive she'd become. Why she had denied her body this pleasure for so long, she wasn't sure. She was sure there was a logical reason buried somewhere underneath, but for the moment, she didn't care. This was bliss.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Lexi Huntington

She was pleased with the new I.D. and her new name. She altered her subroutines so when asked she could say her new name as easily as if she'd been born with it. Amanda Benton was reborn. She chose to go by Mandy.

She gathered the negatives and minutia that had created her new identity and accessed from her data banks the procedure to erase the visit from the forger's mind.

She placed her index finger along his temple, the tiny probe showing her the right spot, and injected the solution directly into his memory cortex, effectively wiping from his mind any memory of her or her fake I.D. She eased him back on the couch. He would awaken in 1/2 an hour or so fully refreshed, wondering why he'd taken a nap in the middle of the day.

She quickly gathered the incriminating evidence and hurried out. She had changed to shorts, tank top and running shoes and effected a jogging gait, just a typical jogger, complete with satellite earphones. Except for the slim backpack, she was just another woman trying to keep in shape.

She headed crosstown, determined to get a state-of-the-art remote so she wouldn't have to find a terminal to get information. Her speed was faster than a human could achieve so she kept to the less-traveled streets in order not to draw attention to herself.

 

[Ravenloft]

Steven:

"Nicole? Um..." Steven still ran his fingers along her skin as the dazzing pleasure of his orgasm receaded. "I... Didn't er... Get the chance to put a condom on..."

 

[Guest]

Nicole

Rising from the bed slowly, her rational mind returned.

"I'm sorry. Perhaps this was a mistake after all. You don't have to worry, I'm desease free, and I can't get pregnant. Perhaps you should go."

Nicole took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Now she remembered why she didn't get involved with men. The pleasure overrode her logic, and that's when the trouble usually began. She certainly can't allow herself to feel emotions, nor allow this man to fall for her either. It just wouldn't work.

 

[Ravenloft]

Steven:

"Nicole... Im sorry... I didn't mean it like that... I..." He lowered his head a little. "Im clean too... I mean..." He paused again, and reached out to touch Nicole's shoulder. "I'd really... Like to stay..." Steven leaned forward, resting his lips against her skin, then his cheek as he slipped his arms about her middle to caress her stomach.

 

[poohlive]

He had been asking for over and hour, getting nothing more than the standard head shake. One person claimed to see someone possibly like her jogging, he sighed, shaking his head.
Not much help from his common man, that's for sure.
Finally info came back to him. He wasn't surprised, she had gone to erase her own I.D. and get a new one. He grabbed the address, going over there as soon as possible. It wasn't far from where he was actually, honestly, he was getting better at this.
Apart from the mote, a determinable foe for any replicant, or other person altered by science, he also had a regular gun from taking care of . Well, most everyone was altered in some way, enhancements, alterations, the works.
He himself had the strength of a bear. Steel running underneath his massive arms. It felt incredible, like he could literally break a man in two if given the chance.
Being a repo man, he was given a lot of chances.
As for the gun, it was only used in special cases. If this was a legit business, he probably would have gone in, adn knocked politely. Forgers were illegal operators, and deserved a slightly different approach.
"Yes, how may I..."
The door crashed in behind the man, as Robert pushed himself beyond the door frame. He aimed the gun at the man's head.
"Where is she?"
"I... I don't know what you're talking about."
He shot the man in the leg. A scream pierced the room as he fell to the floor.
"Next time it's going higher, where is she?"
"FUCK!... I... I don't know, JESUS CHRIST YOU FUCKING SHOT ME!!!"
He walked over, clubbing the man with the gun, checking his temple. Indeed, a clever one he was following. That might make it a bit more fun.
Well, no use torturing a man that didn't have any info. He sat down on the couch, looking about the place. Any evidence in here she would have cleared right away. Negatives, folders, and anything else. Just a fucking fart in the wind, and all he could do was sit here and...
He glanced up, seeing a small black triangel in the corner.
"You have closed circuit security system?"
"You shot me, you shot me," he was blubbering in a small voice. Robert forgot about him, going into the back room. Apart from a small studio to shoot the person, and a dark room, there was a final room, locked.
He burst in, looking att eh three cameras.
Back on track.
He went back two hours ago, not before searching the house for a beer, and then dragging the bleeding man into the room with him. No sense in having him out where he could reach a phone port.
The man was as astonished as he was when they say the woman walk into the room.
"Who..."
He looked down at the mote. Same face, different skin and hair. He shook his head, she was a chameleon, wasn't she? He altered the mote interface, to match what she looked like on the screen.
Some talking was done, as well as handing him of some money.
The man checked his pocket, surprised to see some credits in there. They were slightly stained from his bloody hands.
They went into the studio to shoot, and she sat out there while he went and made the final altercations. Finally, he came back to her, with everything in hand.
She touched him at the temple, and eased him back into the couch. After that, she took every piece of evidence and left.
What a smart woman.
He rewound it back to when he passed her the new I.D. card. He moved the angle closer, and closer, but couldn't make out the name. It was still a bit fuzy.
Allison?
Alicia?
Amanda?
It was too close to make an certainty of the letter. He downloaded the image into mote, and then sent it back to the boys at the lab. If the name was possible to get, they would do it.
Might take a while though.
He thanked the man, walking out without a moment's notice. The poor guy, he couldn't call the police. Enough evidence in there to send him away for a long long time.
The best he could hope fo was to have a friend that didn't ask too many questions.
As for him, he was going to get a hotel room and then a much needed nap. After that, once he got the new name, he would find out where she went next.
Of course, that wasn't needed, he had what she looked like now, and it should be on the evening news of her altered appearance. She wouldn't escape Washington.
Finding a shit hole of a place, he paid the clerk and went to sleep. God, he had been on his feet all day, and they were dog tired. Perhaps he should get those altered as well. Be able to run forever and never get tired.
He drifted away into silence.

 

[Guest]

Nicole

Nicole pulled away from his touch, though she didn't want to, it felt so soothing.

"I'm sorry, that just isn't possible."

'What was I thinking?' Nicole thought to herself. 'I can't have a [normal] relationship. This is insanity.'

Tears begin to form and she turned her head away from him. She couldn't let him see he has gotten to her.

She rose from the bed and crossed the room to the adjoined bathroom, and grabbed her bathrobe. Putting it on, she collected their discarded articles of clothing, and returned to hand Steve his. Turning in silence, she exited the bedroom into her living area to wait for him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Steven:

Completely bewildered by Nicole's sudden coldness, Steven dressed, feeling a numbness inside himself. He walked out as he buttoned his shirt back up. Looking up, he did his best not to look hurt. He came upto her, took her hand and kissed it lightly. "I... I had a wonderful time with you Nicole... Please believe me..." Steven's voice was shaking as he let go of Nicole's hand, and stood there for a moment, searching her eyes, her face for something, anything...

 

[Guest]

Nicole

Nicole looked into Steve's eyes, seeing the hurt behind them. Compassion overcame her, and she kissed his hands back.

"I know, but I think I rushed things a bit, and I don't feel very good about it right now. I need to be alone to sort this all out. I care for you very much Steve, but to be honest, that's what's really scaring me. Please don't take it personal."

 

[Ravenloft]

Steven:

Giving a half smile, Steve nodded. "Yes... It was a little fast..." He smiled fully now. "But it was good." He paused. "Listen... Let me take you out again then... There's really nothing to be scared of really... I mean, we can just take it nice and slow, don't you think?" And with that, Steven slipped into his jacket.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Lexi Huntington/Amanda Benton

She perused the remotes carefully, knowing she needed the latest technology. She recognized the salesperson as a fellow replicant and subvocalized to the point where no one else could possibly hear them.

"Do you have anything that's untraceable? Since I'm on the run, I'm worried that I'll be traced when I access information."

He looked about and said he had something in the back.

Waiting for his return, she eyed the people in the store nervously, watching the door for anyone coming in.

He returned with a remote that she'd never even heard of and told her it was used by spies. Raising her eyebrow questioningly, she inserted her probe and was amazed at the complexity of the unit.

When he told her the price, she gasped involuntarily but reached in her pocket for her credits.

Pleased with the purchase, she again subvocalized to him.

"Is there any way you can get another job? You know how easily we're detected now, and I fear for your capture. Even if you successfully removed any trace of me from your memory banks, you're in danger."

Feeling she'd done what she could, she left the store.

 

[poohlive]

Robert asked for the evening paper, downloading it into the mote. Nothing important coming through, at least nothing important to him. Mostly it was just normal news things.
A tip was coming through, someone from Redmond had apparetnly spotted a person resting while they were plugged into a port. Looked like another replicant.
He stowed the info away, right now there was bigger fish to fry. Robert called the company.
"Yes, what do you need?"
"Do you have the name yet?"
"All we've got is the full first name, and only part of the last. It won't help much, but it's better than nothing."
Amanda Ben...
Benson? Bentnor? Benton?
Who knew, he would have to keep an eye on the local ways of travel for an Amanda Ben-something. In the same context, he transferred the new picture.
"Ok, listen, don't give out the name to public. I want her to feel like she's still safe, as far as that goes, but display the new picture all over the evening news. If she shows her face in public, I want her found, all right?"
"Yes sir."
He sat back in his chair, looking at the dark vixen before her. Why did she have to fuck with the hair, that was beautiful? He'd have to ask her, of course she needed to alter her appearance, but why so ugly? A very nice dark blonde would have done just as well.
Robert went downstairs, getting a drink from the bar. He told the bartender to turn on the local evening news, waiting for the report. It should be on within the hour.
Sipping his scotch, he waited.

 

[Guest]

Nicole

"Sure, that would be nice." Nicole replied as she accompanied him to the door. She gave him a quick kiss and a warm hug, then watched him walk down her hallway. Closing the door, she sighed. Why does life have to be so complicated?

Walking into the kitchen, she poured herself another glass of wine. She didn't really need it, but the liquid was soothing to her throat. Finishing the glass quickly, she rinsed it out, and put away the half bottle on the rack on the counter.

Back in her bedroom again, she walked over to a mirrored wall, and pressed a switch that was out of sight. The mirror began to slide into it's self revealing.........

 

[LipstickKitten]

Lexi Huntington/Amanda Benton

She decided to cover herself up some so she went shopping. After purchasing large dark sunglasses and a broad-rimmed floppy hat, she completed her plan. She'd check into a hotel and pay cash, avoiding using her I.D., and search on her remote for some help.

She found a remote hotel with an old sleepy man checking people in and got a room. He barely looked at her as she handed over the money and signed the register. She used the name Carol Jones when she signed in and told him she'd be staying just the night.

After getting to her room, she turned on the satellite feed on her remote, setting it for news broadcasts. She knew it was only a matter of time before a bounty hunter would be looking for her, if it hadn't happened already. She needed to know everything she could to stay ahead of him.

Then she began the task of looking for replicant sympathizers. She'd been compiling the list in her memory banks for an hour or so when a news bulletin flashed her face, complete with her new coloring. She blanched and had to transmit signals to her "lungs" and "heart" to keep herself calm. How had this happened? She'd blanked the forger's mind, gathered all the evidence.

If they knew what she looked like, she couldn't spend any time in any one place. She began hastily gathering her belongings, intent on evacuating the hotel. But before she turned the doorknob, she adjusted her system chemicals, clearing the hormonal fog from her brain. She stopped cold.

She'd changed her appearnace before. What was to stop her from doing it again? And after watching the forger do his job, she knew she could do it as well or better than he.

She reinitiated the process of changing her hair to a fiery red with creamy pale skin and bright green eyes. She'd have to come up with a name just in case they'd found that out, too.

She once again lay down to get her rest, awaiting the transformation. She'd have to leave in the middle of the night in order not to raise suspicion from the hotel personnel, but that was no problem for a replicant who needed no more then 10 minutes to recharge.

 

[poohlive]

Robert glanced sideways at the store.
"You sure this was the place?"
"Uh huh, she came in, and went up to one of the clerks to ask for something. I'm not a busy bee, but I did hear her ask about some sort of specialized remote device."
He nodded, of course she'd want something high tech and personalized. He downloaded the new picture of her.
"Was this her?"
The old woman nodded, pointing at the store, "I thought she looked familiar."
It was getting dark as he stepped into the electronic shop, walking to the back. There were only a few customers. A manager stood by one of the devices, tweaking it just a little bit.
"Yes, sir, how many I help you?"
He explained who he was, and who he was with, asking for a roster of his employee's earlier today.
"Ahh, yes, of course. Here, let me get the schedule."
He walked into the back room. A few minutes passed, and then he emerged.
"Well, Sofie left for the day, but Brian and Harry are still here."
Both guys, excellent, that would make it much easier.
"Can I speak with them please?"
Harry walked over, looking curiously at the man. After a few questions, he was done. Brian was next.
"Did you have a conversation with Lexi Huntington?"
"No."
Cool calm and compassionate, the mote said he wasn't lying.
"You didn't sell her anything?"
"No."
Cool, calm, and compassionate, just as before. Not only was this man not lying, he was a fucking rock.
"What time did you get into work this afternoon?"
"2:57."
Cool, calm, and passionate. A specific number, and yet his mind didn't try to search for the answer. It was almost as if he just knew exactly when he came to...
Oh fuck!!!
He clicked on the EMP.
At once the man started to shiver and shake. His entire body turning to nothing more than a rickety tin man.
"You are in a lot of trouble son," he called the company.
"What did you sell her?" He turned it off.
Brian returned to normal, somewhat, part of his face twitched uncontrollably, but he didn't seem anything more than just shaken up.
"The... the SRZX Mote-AR 720 model."
He cursed again, shaking his head.
The manager yelled quite openly at him, "That's not a sellable model. You know we're not even supposed to have them in the back, you fucking idiot."
Robert stopped the man, "Nothing could have been done, he was just helping his kind."
A police car arrived, and men went to arrest him. He walked with the manager to the back, looking up the remote system they were talking about.
"Yes, we accidentally got a shipment. It's something even the government doesn't know about yet. This is the kind of shit you get when you don't want people to know what you're doing."
He looked at the man, quite honestly.
"Listen, I do need to know what the person who bought this is doing, is there anything I can do?"
He shook his head, "I'm not sure. I'm not an expert at these things, you might want to get in touch with the company that makes it. They'd know more than I do."
He grabbed one, looking at the man curiously, "Ok, thank you."
"No, thank you, getting those fuckers off of out streets. You are truly a hero."
He nodded, walking out into the street.
A hero?
Well, maybe just a little. He was simply a repo man, doing his job.
Dialing up the company on his mote, he looked at the space aged piece of equipment in his hands.
They were busy, and busnines hours were tomorrow, eastern time. He'd have to call back then.
Damn, she was good. Better than even he had given her credit for. He would have to congratulate her on a wonderous chase as soon as this was finished.
The first worthy opponent he's had in a long while.
Rain was beginning to fall, so he went back to his hotel room.

 

[Ravenloft]

Steven:

Steven left with a smile on his lips, clicked his heels as he hopped into his car and drove home. He stayed up for about half an hour just thinking over the day, then fell asleep quite content.

The next morning, he got up, made ready for work and headed in. He found a memo reguarding a meeting when he got to his office, a meeting that had started ten minutes ago. "Fuck! That bitch... I swear..." He growled under his breath. "Always trying to make me look bad..." He adjusted his tie as he stomped off for the conferance room. He strode in, not even looking in her direction, and took his seat without a word. He listened for a few minutes, doing his best to ascertain the current topic.

 

[crysede]

Leah Campbell:
Arriving just as the other board members were filing in, Leah was pleased to see that Steven was noticeably absent. Taking her seat, she smiled pleasantly at the others around the table, "Well," she said brightly, "I guess we're all set to begin, as soon as Mr. Polaski gets here that is!" Glancing pointedly at Steven's empty chair. "Oh I'm sure he'll be along any second though, he wouldn't miss an important board meeting."

It had taken some effort to delay his notification about the meeting until after he had left for the day, but, as she looked around at the irritated faces of the board members, she had to admit it was definitely worth it. Now she just had to get the meeting started before the asshole showed up, and she knew just how to do that! She crossed her legs, letting the skirt of her power suit accidentally slip up to reveal the edge of her stockings to Mr. Gladstone, the older, rather sexually repressed gentleman sitting next to her.

His face turned bright red and he swiftly looked away, his eyes showing both desire and extreme discomfort, he shifted uneasily in his seat, looking about with nervous anxiety for something else to occupy his attention with. Finding nothing, he was forced to create his own diversion: "Ah, look gentlemen,...and um, ladies," he coughed, "Why don't we get this underway then? We all have important things to see, um people to do, er, well we're busy men,... and er women of course." He finished lamely.

But the suggestion was all Leah really needed from him, "Yes gentlemen, ladies, Mr. Gladstone is quite right, you shouldn't be kept waiting, why don't we proceed then. I'm sure we can manage without Mr. Polaski," she paused before adding, almost as an afterthought, "for now." Taking a sip from the glass of ice water in front of her, she continued, "Now, I've yet to speak with our head of engineering, but the changes needed in the Fido2000 model are not very great, so I foresee no complications there. Marketing has already looked at the plans and they estimate the revised cost to be..."

By the time a somewhat harried looking Steven showed up, Leah was well into the intricate details of the proposed changes. "Steven, how nice of you to join us!" She smiled sweetly at him, "Please do interrupt it you have anything to add." Her smile broadened, she knew full well that, having missed the initial discussion, he would be in no place to make any comments.

 

[Ravenloft]

Steven:

"Bitch... Bitch bitch bitch..." Steven thought as he watched her venomously. He nodded his head, twitching his lip when she adressed him. And while they talked, his mind wandered back to the night before, and he couldn't wait to get out of the meeting to go see if Nicole was at work today.

 

[crysede]

Leah Campbell:
The meeting went flawlessly, meaning that for once her son-of-a-bitch ex was left totally out of the loop and she had the boards full attention. In fact, she noted with satisfaction, as the meeting was adjourned, he had not managed to get one word in. Putting the blueprints and design charts back in her attache case, Leah rose and gracefully smoothed out her short skirt. Glancing at her watch, she smiled happily: she had just enough time for a quick espresso in the upscale cafe on the building's ground floor before her meeting with Seth in the engineering department. She made her way over to the main elevators, stepping in to the wood paneled interior the moment the doors opened.

"What floor please?" Came a pleasant female voice.

"Ground floor."

The elevator whirred into life instantly, the purr of it's nearly frictionless motors the only indication of its movement.

 

[Ravenloft]

Steven:

Rushing after Leah, once the meeting was over, Steven just missed her at the elevators. "DAMN IT! I swear to god..." He grumbled as he slapped the palms of his hands against the elevator door, He looked up then and saw she was going to the first floor, he imediately tapped the button for the second elevator, thankfully, it opened. "You're not getting away that easilly Miss Bitch." He yelled as he pushed through the open doors, at this rate he could still catch her if he was lucky.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Lexi Huntington/Amanda Benton

The video trigger she'd place in the electronics store flashed and she immediately accessed the camera and mikes. She witnessed the bounty hunter's grilling of the replicant who'd helped her. Too late, she tried to steer the conversation through her link to him through the remote. She went cold as the bounty hunter used an EMP on him, the information about her purchase spilling from his lips.

She witnessed his arrest and the acquisition by the BH of the equipment she'd purchased. She knew he couldn't find her through the device. She'd instantly instructed herself about the entirety of the device, remotely downloading the latest updates, and gained comfort in the knowledge that she was untraceable, completely safe through the unit.

The discrete and anonymous purchases she'd made of the forging equipment would be waiting for her in the morning. She'd be able to change her identity at will once she'd installed the micro devices in her system. The holographic imaging device would come in handy for a quick change of persona. She also envisioned using it in her escape from her pursuer. Having the image transmitted from satellite orbit would keep her own whereabouts safe.

She had to admit to herself that this guy was good. He'd tracked her so successfully she didn't feel safe in any one place for long. She secretly admired his ability and wished he'd use it for protecting her species, for that's how replicants viewed themselves, a new species inhabiting mother Earth. She felt a kinship to the Jews persecuted by the Nazis. Just because she was different didn't make her a threat to humans. Her species had evolved and gained sentience just as the initial designs had envisioned.

She sat back against the tree, her hobo disguise blending in with the rest of the homeless. Her smudged bedraggled appearance had made the others accept her, especially when she'd eagerly accepted the meager soup they'd offered her, effecting a desperate hunger of the long deprived. The camp on the outskirts of town offered brief respite from her pursuit but she allowed herself to feel some modicum of safety as she shivered in the rain.

 

[crysede]

Leah Campbell:
The elevator door whooshed open smoothly, and Leah stepped out into the tastefully opulent main lobby. She paused briefly, to adjust her snugly tailored jacket: she knew she had a great body, not just for a woman her age, but one that any woman would be pleased with, and she saw no reason not to show it off. About to head to the cafe, she was startled as an indignant Steven burst out of the other elevator and confronted her. But she regained her composure in a second and gave him brilliant smile.

"Steven how lovely to see you again so soon!" She chimed, in a voice that dripped with insincere warmth. "Was there something you wanted? Some question about the new designs perhaps?" Her smile became slightly wider as she saw his teeth clench in anger.

 

[Ravenloft]

Steven:

"DON'T!" Steve spat, barely hiding his anger, then he forced a calmness over himself and brought Leah over into a corner to talk, out of sight of prying eyes. "Don't even play games, you set that whole meeting up, didn't you? What the FUCKING hell is your problem? Jesus, we're through as a couple, accept that, doesn't mean we have to be... Enemies, does it?" Steve was trying to be reasonable, and maybe a hint of vulnerability showed in his eyes, but his jaw was clenched, and his hand held Leah's shoulder against the wall, a little less than innocently. He was angry at her, but trying to hide it.

 

[poohlive]

*After a long flight from Seattle to New York*

It had taken him nearly an hour before he could finally track down the head programmer of these spy remotes. The man was in his office, resting comfortably.
Robert closed the door behind him.
"Hey, I just purchased this new remote thingy, and am having a bit of trouble working it."
The guy got up, looking a bit puzzled, "If you have basic maintenance problems, you should..."
Robert's hand came out like a snake stirking, grasping the man's neck and slowly lifting him. His arm tighened around the man's throat, if not, he would have screamed bloody murder.
"Now listen very carefully, I have a freind who just purchased one of these little wonder toys from you. I need to find her, as soon as possible, you comprehend?"
He choked once more, coughing up blood, but his head nodded as clear as crystal.
Robert dropped him. Slowly bending down to the clumped man beneath him, who was depserately clawing at thin air, trying to get as much distance from himself and the mad man.
He looked on the desk, seeing the man's name was Charles.
"Charles, we can do this the easy way," he took the gun out, "Or the hard way. Let me make something clear right now," he waved it back and forth, "The gun is the easy way."
If it were possible, the man's eyes went wider. He fumbled for a moment, searching through his mind.
"If... if I had the serial number I could find out if she downloaded anything from the company. Upgrades and things."
He handed the man a slip of paper, "There we are, I knew you'd see it my way."
He clumsily moved up to his chair, placing a phone call. After several minutes he looked back up at the man.
"She... she logged into the mainframe, downloading every single upgrade we have. She did it several hours ago."
"Where?" he gritted through his teeth.
"We don't know, the computer was designed...."
The gun did have a silencer on it, but the man's scream was as loud as possible. He howled, hitting the floor once again, holding his shoulder as blood spilled out.
"I don't care when she downloaded upgrade shit, I want to know where she is, and how to track her."
He shook his head, "I... I don't know, we... we... we programmed."
Another gunshot, and another scream of pain. He moved onto his back, as blood oozing out onto the carpet. It was some nice carpet too. Such a shame.
He moved the gun down, aiming it right at his crotch, "So far I've just been playing, but this is some serious shit you're in now. Tell me how to find her."
He tried to breathe in, but it was getting more and more difficult. In a few minutes, he'd be in shock, he needed more answer.
"Ok... ok," he shook his head, pointing at the first drawer.
"In there," he winced in pain, "A... tracking device. When she's using the mote, it'll pinpoint the signature, and tell you where she is. It's very weak though, you need to be within a couple of miles for it to even work."
Robert grabbed the small device, "Will she detect it?"
He shook his head, "No one will, each device runs on it's own signature, so it pinpoints each and every different signature. The remote itself isn't being tracked, just the operation mode."
Robert nodded, "Well, thank you. This has been most helpful."
He left the office, several people outside with dazed and confused looks on their faces. He made up a story about being in the F.B.I. and asked them to call an ambulance, the man had been mugged.
"In an office?"
"Those damn hackers these days, it's such a darn shame."
He went into the elevator, closing the doors.
An hour later he was somewhere over Pennsylvania. He would have to get close to her to even use this thing. She was somewhere in Seatlle, possibly on the edge of town. He'd have to check out all the hotels.
Sitting back and relaxing, he drifted off into sleep.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Amanda Benton/Aileen O'Shaugnessy

Mandy rose before dawn and made her way to the package dropoff. She stopped into the restroom and installed the new chip and adjusted it to the satellite. She stored the I.D. supplies in a chamber within her leg, leaving out just enough to create her new I.D.

She projected her new image against the wall of the stall and captured the image, bonding it to the new I.D. Her new name was Aileen O'Shaughnessy, recently naturalized citizen from Ireland. She used her remote to alter the INS records, erasing any trail, making it appear she'd been in the country for 15 years. She then forged a new passport, complete with photo.

She admired her own handiwork, fiery red hair, sparkling green eyes, freckles dotting her beautiful face.

She changed clothes, donning a light green business suit with matching high heels. She'd made an appointment the night before with one Steven Polaski for an replicant engineering job. She altered her speech program to effect an Irish brogue and made her way to the street. She had just enough time to make it to her appointment.