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   LEN {B Cybr Solo VI}

   I fidgit on the plane, still wondering why me?  I mean, I'm not a
recruiter, or a profiler, but the ones we have that I never even met say
I'm the perfect person to talk to this, open my eyes, and look it up. 
(Billy "Yuen Ng" Young).  Some kind of doctor, pictures from a long way
back, oriental, black, and white.  My eyes twitch to bring up the pallate,
and tooltips, I split a profile, and frontal face shot and start the
rendering algorythms.

   "Hhn!" kinda cute, really, even with those tiny slit eyes, I pull the
lids back with mine, over blank spheres.  No data, I fill it in, cute pink
irises, pinch them down from rings to hearts with black ones on the
centers. To match, colorize the grey skin a nice lavender.  Lightsources
pinpointed, the raytrace washes down the bust, no body, so I start working
on that next.

   "Mr.  Neilson," I blink, and bring up realtime input.  "We're comming in
to land."

   "Hn!" call me LEN, I settle back, and hook the belt.  Switch back to the
processors to save, but I have a little time, to finish the wings. 
"There," blink at (save) They lead me out, but it's not even an airport,
just another military base, and a bus waiting.  "HhH!" I get in, and
buckled quick so I can switch back.  To the dossier, flip back to other
files.

   "Oh!" detective specialising in Child Pornography, attached photographs,
vidio stills, a jolt, and I blink back to reality.  Rolling green hills,
trees, near the top I see mountains in the distance.  Like giant hills,
green, only the color shifting haze tells me how far, and massive they
might be, and we roll back down the hill.  Blink back, only one vidio, when
he was a lot younger.  In a cogal suit, face painted white, smiling up at
the camera, had to be about 7.

   "We're here," I blinked out, "Sir." He looked doubtfull.

   "HhH!" skip out, and follow them along the fence.  Make that at least 5
meters of steel fence with razor wire, and survailence cameras panning in.
To a prison yard, inmates working in the garden, hunters orange jumpsuits,
guarded with shotguns.  "Ooh, goody goody gumdrops."

   "Hey there!" I jump back from his hand, "I'm Kenny, you must be Mr. 
Neilson." I don't shake it, tuck my hands under my arms, "You prefer
Leonard, or mabe Lenny?"

   "Uh," look back up, "Just LEN."

   "Right," he rolls back the gate, "This way Len."

   Through a stainless steel corridor, "You don't mind me asking," he makes
the OK sign in front of his eyes, "What's with?"

   "They're Photoelectric crystals," finally something to talk about,
"Optical computers, and visual processors."

   He rolls back the gate, inside the fences, "What do they do?"

   "They see," didn't just sound like an idiot yokel, "And process light."

   Billy {MM NS}

   "Aright, damn it!" stop Kenny at the door, "Now quit stalling, and,
who's this?" Weirdo, looked like a cartoon mad scientist, giant bubbles
over his eyes, making them look huge, and turquoise, now blue.

   "LEN," didn't offer his hand, not sure I'd want to touch it.  "You have
fantastic eyes," he squinted, darkened, and blinked back at me with them. I
blinked, and shook my head.

   "He would like to talk to you." Kenny sat down, behind a sign.  [Dr. 
Kendall Jenkins: Administrative Director.]

   "Uh," the weirdo "In private."

   "Hh," he scoffed, "You can use my office."

   "And we can just trust you to turn off that camera," he pointed, "And
that one.  This place wired for sound too?"

   "Uh, no?" he looked around, "How 'bout the yard?"

   "Uhn!" his eyes literally roll, counterclockwise, "You guys have to have
big brother in the back room to watch all those cameras, I counted more
than thirty on the perimeter fences alone."

   "Come on," I walked out, "I'll drive you out." Apparently the reason for
stalling, noone stopped me this time.  "(Fucking cages)" under my breath,
"Those displays record too?"

   "They can," yup, still behind me, "but I'm the one keeping a secret."
Interesting choice of words, I rolled my finger at the gatehouse, and a
guard hung up, stood in the doorway while it slid back.

   "Aright, hurry it up." he stepped out of the way, and closed it behind
us so the outside one would open.  Not much of a talker, "This bouta
cashe?" biting the filter, certainly not a cop, or military.  That get up,
peacock lab coat seemed to change between green, and blue, anime tee shirt,
sweat pants, and sneakers.

   "I think it's more like a job offer," outside, following me across the
parking lot.

   Turn to him, "You some kinda recruiter?"

   "No," he looks down, "I'm just a Tech, I don't know why they sent me."

   "So, a tech job," fish out my keys.

   "I don't know what they want you for." he shrugged.  "Either."

   THNK!  the locks dropped, and I stepped around the driver's side.  "But
you work for them," he nodded, getting in, "And what do you do?"

   He shrugged, "Image processing," looking around, "Photoelectronics," or
sweeps the interior carefully with his glasses.  Like crystal balls, blank
except for the reflections on the surface.  "You live in here?" the mess of
bedding, and laundry in back, a set of [SFPD] sweats on top.

   "Just had a long road trip," throw it in [R], and back out, "Keni drop
you off at the airport?"

   "Uh," he looks up, "Were are we?"

   "Western Virginia," pull out, "Closest 'port is Charlottesville." WV.

   "Oh," he shook his head, "I came in through some military base."

   "Right," left actually, "I know the one," a ways up the road.  Reaching
down, I pulled into 4x4, and took the dirt road.  "Now, what's this about?"

   "Hn!" he sighs girlishly, "I'm not sure exactly what they do, but far's
I can tell it's some sort of government project, with criminals."

   "What do you do," not surprised, Kenny's involved, and that's what he
does.

   "I built the survailence system, and configured most of the labs for
VI."

   "What?" I don't know every acronym.

   "Visual Interface," I looked over at him raising his hand, and tapping
one of the lenses with his fingernail, "I think that's why they hired me, I
helped develop it." can't see his eyes, but he purses his lips, bites
something back.

   "What is, 'it'?" really gotta prompt this guy.

   "It's like the standard point, and click interface, with a mouse,
tracball, or touchscreen, but you use your eyes.  Sensors calibrated to
your irises handle Biometric Keying, and also track where you're looking,
so it's more like 'look, and blink'."

   "So those aren't wired in?" no straps, or anything else holding them up,
"You still have your real eyes."

   "Right," he carefully detached them, cradled them in his hands, and
blinked.  Obviously not used to the light of day, the sockets were pale,
but it looked like there were mounts, implanted on the sides of his nose.
"SnH!" he glanced over, plain brown irises, and clipped them back on.

   "And you watched the Survailence?" he said 'Image Processing.'

   "Yeah," he 'Blinks', maroon.

   "And what did you see?"

   Shugs, "Iano, prisoners, some kind of labs, medical treatments."

   At the gate, the guard just saluted, and waved me through.  "Huh,"
expecting us, "But you don't really know what they do th'?  Ah, fuck."

   The truckbomb barriers folded out behind the gate, and in front of my
bumpers, lurching back from slamming on the brakes.  Four squads from
nowhere, popping out, surrounding the van, and covering it with shouldered
rifles.  "Hh," I lifted my hands into veiw, and let the balaclavad,
helmeted, and goggled soldier pull open the door.  "Aright, Billy!" I
turned to the commander, "Done makeis a fight."

   "All right," I walked over, and held out my hand, "Hank, now what the
samhill's goin on here?"

   He pulled off his hood, and grinned.  "Now what're you doin here?"

   "Just droppin someone off," I took his hand, empty.

   "Cummon," he led me through two squads, "I'll tell you on the plane."

   Knight {MB NS}

   "Whth?" way the fuck out here, an undisclosed valley, crusted flat with
dry salty sand.  Late evening, he said "Sunset," but I gotta find him,
right?  "There," I guess, had ta be, the only thing sticking out of the
bright flat pan.  Khaki suit, hands together, just standing there.  He lets
go, reaches up, and waves, nothing around him, no car, like he walked all
the way out there.

   I roll to a stop, he's already walking up, cut the motor.  "Hey, K."

   He reaches up for my hand, "Now why the hell you drag me all th way ou
tere?"

   "Privacy," he held a finger in front of his grin.  "Got any
transmitters, recorders onya?"

   "Uh," spread my hands, "Fuck no, whatdya think?"

   "Lemme see your phone."

   "Ait," I pull it out, "Damn!" He just pulls the battery off, and drops
them on the seat.

   "I ain't even got reception ou tere," I look around.

   "Les go for a walk," he wanders twards the setting sun.  Past my tracks,
I look down.  Footprints back to where he was standing, like he fell out
the sky.

   "Where man?" I dropped my hands, "Ait, waitup!" He said he couldn't talk
about it over the phone, or internet, but damn!  "Now what this all about?"

   "Hh," he blows out smoke, "How'd you like to be a supersoldier?"

   "What?" shake my hand, "What d'you mean?"

   "You know, Weapon X, Captain America, $6million dollar man." He reads to
many comic books.

   "Yeh," Shrug, "Sounds cool, now what's this about?"

   "Huh!" he takes another drag, and stops, turning.  I hold my hand up to
the red light, behind him.  "I was recently," looks down, "recruited," kind
of dirty, the way he stands when he talks about his childood, "Into a
secret government project, and they want me to recruit you."

   "For enhancement?" he nods, up, "What kind of, 'enhancement'?"

   "Mostly cybernetic, right now.  You remember the Deus Ex vidio games?"

   Now yer talkin, "Yeh," he knows I love those games.

   "Well, kind of likeat." he spreads his hands, and puts them together.

   nnnnnnnn, "I," turn around, nnNNN "Wh?"

   "Oh look," the sky was dark, and whatever it was had no lights on it. 
"Our ride's here." I could barely see my car, way out there.

   "Mutha," I take off, "Fucka!"

   "Aw, don't waste the gas!" Yeh, ait they got a plane, and I got a car,
and miles of sandy salt to hide, and manuver behind.  I cut on the lights,
took a deep breath, and laced my fingers on top of my head.  "Fucking Dr.
Faggot." C-130, lights up right before coming in, landing short, dumping
out a small army, and rolling past in a blast of grit.

   Crouch behind the car, it catches most of it, and I put my hands back on
my head when I stand up.  "Sure you brought enough guys?" {Singer} bout 15,
all tactical ninja, goggles, assault rifles wired into them, and strapped
around their arms.  "Come on," Billy plucks K3 out of the leather, and
drops it on the seat.  I just walk up to the ramp, at gunspoint, and they
roll the car up after me.

   "Nice pistol," I look down at one's thigh.  Magazine curved back from
the grip to the butt, semibulpup.

   "Just sit down," he flips his rifle to knock me back onto the seat, but
the other two keep there's pointed at me.

   "Ait," I set my hands down to the sides, fingers spread open.  Now, I
happen to know the guy who invented that semibulpup, and if they had him,
there's no use fighting.  "Were's Hank?" Billy sat next to me, and I moved
away.

   "Back at the Base." he nodded, "Strap in, we're about to take off." The
tacninjas unsling, and lock down their guns.  Never saw any like that
before, but I don't think I was imagining some familiar ergonomics in those
too.  "Now, let me breif you."

   Billy {BB NS}

   "Hh," I slowly focussed on the screen, and the sprite centered on the
button.

   "Good," Len looked down.  "Billeh." I thought he said it likeat to make
fun of me, but he doesn't do that, I don't think, he just thinks that's my
name cause that's how I say it.  I got it, Leonard Edward Neilson, L.E.N.,
as soon as I read his dossier.  Glancing at (Connect), I winked, and the
paws animation scrolled over it {(Tm) Commidore}.  Google, he looked like,
I tried to place it.  Not someone I met, but like, one of those bands Molly
listened to.  Maybe it was the goggle sized lenses, no, something about his
face.

   Wink at [Images] we had it set up for a left wink back click, double
blinks ignored.  "Uhh," [Project Pitchfork,] type fast, but just looking
around the screen sped things up, if I didn't do stupid things like wink at
the [Enter] button.  Scanning the faces, no, don't even have to wink at the
feild, just backclick, [Ctrl+A][KMFDM] no, but two guys, right, it was a
group, two principals, [Hanzel ü] (<) no, males, [Godflesh] no.  [Nailbomb]
no, [| |

   | The sprite flashes vertical next to it, "Hh," [German Industrial+EBM],
wink up at [Web], down, (Wikipedia), scroll down, "no, no, n," Das Ich. 
(>) Band photo, huge guy with twisted curled horns {Look a lot like
Liggett's} and, I glance up at LEN.  Not perfect, taller, I think, but just
as skinny, black makeup instead of the LENses, red trihawk instead of thin
greying cornstalk hanging in a horshoe, but I know for a fact he shaves his
pate, and no goggles.

   "Stephen Acherman," I read, ohh, a vidio.

   {Das Ich - Got ist Tod (Live @ WGT) Youtube it.}

   "OohH!" he looked down, "What's that?" eyes swirling.  Just about as
nukken futz.

   Knight {MB NS}

   "Arright," he leaned in, "Now first lemme tell ya bout the farm.  Back
east, this freind of mine runs a work camp for sex criminals.  Now Kenny,
he didn't have a rough childhood, but he was a teenager when his first
girlfreind was kindapped, gangraped, and eaten alive by a mad dog trainer,
and his pack.  He, uh, hasn't dated much since.

   Anyways, he wasn't there to see all of it, but got to hear her tell him
about it before she died of a head shot she took for him.  Now, I know you
aint real Psycho savy, but I betcha understand this kina stuck with him. 
He graduated, went to Quantico, and become a profiler, Mannhunter, top
rate." Kinda cross between Will Graham, and Hearns.  "Worked for the State
Police a while, and proposed the farm to the DOC.

   Now, the way he put it, it's to segregate the pathological rapists from
General population, so they don't rape the other convicts, and make more.
Thing is, he uses it as a nice private place to study them.  Sexual
sadists, serial rapists, and sociopaths, with noone to rape, and abuse but
each other.  I dropped off Ashe there, you remember Her?"

   "Uh," blood, black in the ultraviolet dark on bone white skin, "Yeah."

   "Yeah, well, she escaped, with two man rapeists, who proceeded to go on
a rampage while she snuck away till Kenny hunted them down.  She's still at
large, and I kinda got this gig, in part for bringing her in the first
time. Anyway, were we're going ain't likeat, but it's kinda a similar deal.
Diffrence is, we're taking supercriminals, and developing the training, and
technology to make supersoldiers.

   "Right." Starting to get that, "So we're going to upgrade me."

   "Right," he looks away, "If you survive." I look up, but he cuts me off,
"Part of the reason for using criminals, and lunatics is noone else will
sign up for proceedures with about a 50/50 success/fatality ratio."

   "Thf?"

   "Hey," he tapped my chest, "I'm not worried about you." right over my
oldest gunshot wound.  "You're a survivor."

   "What's this 'project' called?" I wondered.

   "It doesn't have a name, I know of," he looked away, "Barely has a
number.  I'm not sure how it's funded."

   "And what kind of 'Technology' do we have?" I'm on the plane, and the
'success/fatality ratio' of escape looked a bit lower than even odds.

   "Right now, VI targeting, and Neuronano, looks like we'll be getting
skin reinforcement soon, and cross training with other supercriminals."

   "Anyone I heard of?"

   LEN {BB Nude G-X}

   "Hhn," I rolled my eyes, and he looked over, back at the screen.  "HnH!"

   "Ah, damnit," he got up.  I curled back in my seat, "Arright, I hearya."

   Finally, I blinked everything away.  I saw how he looked at me, and
didn't, tried not to, finally understood why they picked me.  The way he
explained it, "You don't send a predator after a predator, you send prey."
At first, I thought he was a mouse, then mighty when he undid his shirt.

   Bottom up, he pulled it out, and I backwinked a capture.  How did he get
the muscles likeat?  Fanning out like fingers, his belly button pinched to
an (), shrugging back out of it.  Glancing to the side, I held the wink to
drag out a pallate, wireframe weaving out over it, and sat up on my elbows.

   Leopard print, quick change the color gradient from yellow/brown/black
to red, and deep blue with purple overlap, and fuzzed the edges.  "HhH!"
his fist lifted my shirt over my head, but I had a frontal model to keep
playing with in the downtime.

   "Nh!" black wings, pitch shifted up to his natural flesh tone, sampling
from the back of his hand, and the center of his chest.  "Ooh!" they sweep
up, like a U, split up the middle by a smooth pale valley.  Realtime in the
right, I kept processing on the left, crossing, and cocking my eyes as
neccisary.

   No belt, black tailored pants, flat front, slipping open like pages over
another layer of matte black.  They slipped down, and I licked my lips,
queing up the rendering software.  Lycra weave, no reflective index to
differentiate the other fibers, later anyway.  Right now, I wasn't
following the shorts down as much as capturing what popped up.

   "OohH!" no hair, but "Cute!" His thumb hooked over, and rolled back the
tan skin from his cute pink head.

   Billy {BB Moll}

   "Huh," numbfuck.  Probly too schitzotypal to have sex, but he can be
mollested.  About all he knew, his real experience as opposed to his
fantasy, cartoon cybersex online.  Never takes the lenses off, bugeyed,
reflecting the room like mirrors, but.  Anyway, I guess it explained his
passive agressive mating call.

   Okay, there are a few differences between these two pictures.  On the
left, we have me, bulged between my attenuated head, and legs, panning up,
and down as he tilts his head.  On the right, the same frame colorized by a
schitzophrenic, on acid.  They swirled, bled into each other, and rippled
into leopard rosettes, changing back, and forth into blue/red, with a
purple line between, unchanging.

   I sat down, watched my hands loosen the drawstring, feel inside.  Not
bad, I don't need much, "OoHh!"

   "Hh," the real reflection was gone, and the room, just a blackground
with me floating out, or something with my face, torso, dog, no cat legs,
and tail with just a tuft on the end, and lynx ears, but in stripes, dots,
rosettes, and the vertigo inducing swirl of psychedelic color.  Soft,
hanging between my legs, but I kept petting him with my thumb, and two
fingers curled under.

   "Hhuh," some sort of atrophy, or underdeveloped.  Circumsized, barely
pubertal, but his 32 years show in the lines around his /|mouth|\,
diagonal, and almost straight.  Back down his hairless chest, also
atrophied, pale with pink nipples.  "HnhH!" Golum {Tolkien} belly, I
crossed my legs, and slipped my other hand in my lap.  Like baby fat, but
rounder, not quite ascites, but soft, with a cute little outie.

   "NhnH!" can't tell if his eyes are closed, wait, a wink pulling the skin
of his cheek under the shiny hard curvature.  "hnH!"

   He twitches in my hand, pulses on the ball of my thumb, and I swear it
looks yellowish on his pale hairless belly.

   Gerber {MM Bond}

   "Hello," the door seals behind the black man, and I blink, see the
whites of his eyes, and only two of them.  The curved stick dissapears from
his side, too.  My hands spasm, curling around, I can almost feel the
pressure in my palms, pulsing.

   "Uh," he looks around, up through the slanted quartz wall at the lab
above.  "Dr.  Gerber?" he presumes.

   "Oh, I'm no doctor," they don't have degrees for what I do, "I'm just a
programmer, but yes, I am Joseph Gerber." KillHim.  "Nh, you are, ?"

   "Knight," he shrugged, "Wudo Ido"

   "Uh," I backed up, "Sit down."

   He looks at it suspiciously, "What're the straps for?"

   "Your head must be anchored for the connection," step behind the rest
cage to prep it, "A seizure is common for the,"{survivors}"Initial
interface."

   "Ait," he doesn't step foreward, "What exactly are you going to do?"

   "Hh," I unfold the restraint, "You have the Medular Interface Port," he
reached back, "I'm going to inject it with neuronano, Microscopic antenna
which will connect it to the synapses between the nerves of your brain
stem, so we can directly connect your nervous system to my computer."

   "Great," he looks back at the armed guard in front of the door, "Why?"

   "Mostly so we can upload the enhancement programs, like PASS." The one
he'd be most interested in.

   "Whuzat?" he looked back.

   "Projectile Avoidance Sensor System," I spelled it out for him.

   "What zat do?"

   "It senses incomming projectiles, bullets, and overides your reflexes to
move you out of the way."

   "So I can, (I know this is cliche') but it lets me 'dodge bullets'?"

   "Hh," so the full speil, "The human body is more than flexible enough
to, 'Dodge Bullets,' but lacks the microseccond reflexes, and senses to see
them comming.  You don't, 'Dodge Bullets,' PASS does, and you wonder what
just happened."

   "Ait," he practicly jumps in the seat, "Cool.  You got any pills for me
to eat?" {Aright, they did a lot of this stuff in "The Matrix", among
others in the genre.  It's cyberpunk, PASS didn't come from the Warshowski
Brothers any more than 3K ultimately getting his eyes from Molly, (C) W. 
Gibson.  Credit where it is Due.}

   "Have you taken any Martial Arts?" I slipped the tips of my longest
fingers into his temples, and bent to look under his head.  Behind the dark
curls, I could site on the flanges to line them up.

   "A few," he shrugged.

   "Well I suggest you practice it after this, for the reflex mapping
software." ClK.

   "Ait," I tightened the forehead, and chin straps.

   "The neuronano has to make microscopic connections to the part of your
brain, and spine which regulate autonymous processes in your body, like
your pulse.  You, Must, Remain as still as possible, untill the seizure
hits.  Bite on this, So far, the fatalities, and parylizations have been
traced to heart attacks, and nerve disruptions induced by movement of the
interface port."

   "u huh," he doesn't move, holds his breath while I move down beside him,
slip the shoulder straps through the rib belt, cross them, then through the
hip belt.  Reaching behind, I look up at the screen, and line up the spinal
bar with his vertebrae.  Then I start on the arms.  "Now.  In this suite,
you will get the targeting software.  Like the Visual interface you have
been working with, it tracks your eyes.  Movement, point, and depth of
focus.  With issue weapons, and ones you are familiar with, you will be
able to track, and zoom with Camera On Target equipped rifles."

   "Nysh!" he closed his lips over the biteguard.  One arm done, I'd
already adjusted the thigh belt.  I did the knees together, and moved up
the other side.  Nodding, "PASS, and Targeting should integrate with the
reflex mapping, in parallel as you gain experience." {(c) 2020,
R.L.Talisorian}

   Knight {M Solo Cybr NS}

   Darkness, eyes closed, shift the plastic in my teeth, lips over it. 
[KLCT] next to me, on the computer desk.  Shiver, numb tingling at the back
of my neck.  I can feel the top bone, right under my skull dissapear, and
then the one under it.  Cold dry itch sweeping up ahead of the numbness of
my head, filling up with nothin'

   Ai, the hard bent bar, rammed into the ends of my ribs.  Clenching
liketa cave in, every muscle in my body tightening, every bone, and joint
crushed together, and everything in my nose shot out with all the air in my
lungs.  I think HRRRRRRGH!  is about the best sound I heard before it all
went away.

   "UhnNH!" I rubbed my head, and straightened out on a bed.  Dark cell,
light under the door.  Knob, I pinch the bridge of my nose, it ain't
locked. Open my eyes, push it open, and step back.  Bright, I back to the
bed, sit down, hand on the pillow, to throw in the face, blink at the
stars.

   No, (tt...+) they come together, and I look out, to the mesh stretching
up to a flat metal pole.  PHT!  "Huh," it goes away.  Walk out, and look
each way, hand on the bar, pick up the pillow.  "Eh!" (tt..+) THP!  I swung
the door shut.

   "Hoothf?" some guy, waving.  Tall, and skinny like a basketball player
in a black coverall like mine.  Grey hair, and beard made his face look
pointed.

   "You are awake!" No idea, not a clue, never seen im before, or the guy
sitting next to him.  Shake my head, didn't see him before, not looking
anywhere, head straight, bald, and I mean cue ball, white.

   "Uh," friendly kinda prison, triangle with the corners cut off at the
tops, guards looking down from windows.  Stairs down, noone else in the
Pod. Might as well get used to it, meet the neighbors.  "Sorry, but
who'reyu?"

   "Gauche," 6' somethin, pointy tuft of beard, and mustache, almost
silver, "And this is my silent partner,"

   "Little Joe." I think his lips move, look back at Gauche.

   "High," hand out, "I'm."

   "We know," his nose twitches up, like a blade with a snooty chuck of his
head.

   "You a," supercriminal, "What're you infor?"

   "Uh," how droll, "Racketeering, murder, extortion, and bloodsport."

   "What was that last one?" I shook my head.

   "Dueling, and betting on it."

   "Save a little for funeral costs," I wink.

   "I don't lose." no expression, even the superior air stripped from his
face.

   "You gamble?" turn to, now where?

   "No." Behind me, I sidestep, and turn to put both of them back in front
of me.

   "Would you like to spar?" he smiles, spreads his long arms, and exhales.
KRKCK!  I hear his back pop, then neck straightening, chin pointed straight
up.  "HhuhH."

   "Sure," he said get some practice in, so I guessed fencer, and stepped
foreward with my right foot.  WH"GHN!" I sat down, gasped, or tried to,
winded, and looked up.

   He stepped back, dropping his rigid arm, hadta be, like 10 feet, his
together, and hands folded in front of him like a fuckin ballerina.

   "U," hael nah!  try to get up, "hH!" a draft behind me, cold on my back.
Where'd the little guy go?  Not behind me, oh there he is, sitting, right
next to Gauche.  "Wh?" Wutd he say his name was?  'Little Joe,' like Otis
used to say, 'come oonn Little Joe!' when he was rolling for a Deuce Deuce,
or Craps.  "whuH?"

   "Tell you what," he stood over me, "Why don't we do some other training
first."

   "Pass," I hold my hand up, and croak.

   "Ok," over by the door.  That guy don't move, make a sound when he
teleports.

   "Un," get up, armed guard waving.

   "Come on."

   "Hh, hHh, nh?"

   "Seccond door on the right," pointing down to the other guard, no sign
of that guy.  My shirt ripped open at the back, feel over to the clean
edge, up to the bottom of the collar.

   "Wh?" shake my head, "Hh, huh whH!" Almost breathing agin, I can ignore
it.  Turn, and go in, white room, high ceiling, about 10'x10'.  Knk!  jump
at the door, "Can you stop doing that?"

   "No." PK!

   My head moves, I had nothing to do with it, and I remember him throwing
his arm out, looking up from the pushup position, on the floor.

   Ppk, a little blue rubber ball rolls away.  "So, don't get hit?"

   "No," echos in the cube, "Try to stay on your feet." He must've lef, had
speakers, launchers set up hidden, or somethin.

   WhH!  I dropped to cobra, whHW!, and snapped up into a handstand. 
"Ait," not behind me, I cartwheeled, and jumped to kick a wall.

   PK!  tracking, I curled my fingers, and pointed to bring up the dots. 
PK!  another one, whirling, and thanking pop for ever tumbling, gymnatics,
and acrobatics class, all those years breakdancing, and free running, and
being pretty good at math.

   "Lesse," I can't see him, but there's two balls, (8x8), so a little
morena foot each, PpPK!  bouncing around like blue Bishops, a black
movement in the corner of my eye.  The Queen, probably mispredicted that
last jump, ignore the balls, and kickflip, tuck my legs in tighter, then
out, kicking over to reverse step, and drop roll, get my feet under me,
behind him.

   Pk, catch the handball, PpPpk.

   "Checkmate."

   "Good," whHW he dropped down, and I jumped over, half turn to drop a
foot, and kick over sideways to face him.  "HhHh."

   Legerdemain {MFM NS, Sex.}

   Very good, he jumped like a.  Smile, and bend down to pick up the
handball.  For a schvarzheit "Now, the limitations.  The System works best
with a long distance shot, such as a sniper, but only in your line of
sight, if supersonic.  I could not have hit you, these make too much noise,
and move too slow." show him it in my other hand.  "It can also be
overloaded," I threw two stacks of coins, and hit him with most of them,
"By multiple projectiles,"

   "Uhn!" he hunched, crumpled around the base of his sternum, "and does
nothing to stop hand attacks.  Or strikes from behind," I patted his
shoulder, and slipped out.

   We are forging tools here, weapons.  Warmth, softness, and a gentle hand
do not a keen edge make.  It takes a hot fire, cold quenching, a hard
whetstone, and firm hand to forge a good weapon.  And control, throughout.

   And now, I know his game.  Simple, predictable, rules and limitations.
Wears the symbol well, becomes it.

   Back in our cell, I close the door, and go to him.  I come alive in his
arms, feel.  Him inside me, filling me with life.  I have not heard from
death for a long time.

   Kenny {M solo GM Porn}

   "Goddamn it," set down, run back the beta tape, lock the door.  Sigh,
Billy's coming back to look over the body, but even I can tell he's beaten
to death.

   [|>] the tool shed, just one PoV, fixed in the corner.  Over the
charging station, the signal chord is piggybacked on power.  She stumbles,
thrown in, and he cuffs her hands behind her.

   Not one of my best, just worked his way up to surveilance, still on
probatory promotion, or he was.  Slip my pants open, it springs out into my
hand all by itself.  Slow motion, wide frame, his hand around her, coming
back with her knife, other squeezing her chest.

   I can still zoom, backclick, and down to 200%.  She moves, leads him in
front of the shovel, even the rust worn off.  Looking at him, aiming
carefully, [>|, >|, >|] Back of her head, straight into his chin, [>|]
snapping his head back.

   [<>] Splitting it, splashing her short blond hair with blood.  [|>] she
stands, sideways, between the wall, and his chest.  Stunned, she turns,
steps down in front of him, hands still cuffed behind her.  Screaming,
silently, can't afford to wire it all for sound too.

   "HhH!" close my eyes.  Her face, still on my lids, vicious, brow pulled
down into Vs, like a Klingon, snarling, swinging her boot into his rib,
bringing the knee up, then down, stomping him to the floor, switching feet,
kicking his head into the jamb.

   "UnhHhH!" Open my eyes, and pull out a paper towel.

   Amanda Hunt {BG Cybr VI, NS}

   It shewed me the memory me, his hands on me, in me, touching me the way
Mendy did.  No, he had one of those stutering names, like Benedict,
Mendele, Genevive.  Not Genevy, but that's how I still think of her, the
way I member her, a baby, not the stranger I never knowed.

   I shiver, under the sheet, he pulled back up, over the retyed shirt, on
backwards so the strings are in front.  "hHhHh."

   "Mornin, sunshine!" Blink awake, shake my head at what looks like a
blurry cartoon character.  Like Stewie Griffin, all grown up, probably
strangled his mother in his sleep, and hung out with Dib Membrane to long.
(Fox, and Nicktoons, respectively.) "Have a nice nap?"

   "Uh," unbound, "No." Nightmares, and sensual daydreams
{Can'tYouJustSeeIt?!} Quiet, you.

   I think there's a real person under there, somewhere.  "Hn!" uncrossing
his fuscha/pink cheetah print pajama pants.  "We can start your training
now," flopping his neon green flipflop next to the blue one, he pulls a
pair of glasses out of his light purple lab coat, swirling tyedie on his
teeshirt, looks like it's moving.  "Hold still."

   I close my eyes, pink filtered light fading on my lids, darkening.  Like
round sunglasses, completely dark, fabric blinders around the side. 
(Initializing...) floats past.  "These are VIsusal Interface trainers," the
room comes back, and I blink again.  Through the looking glasses, he looks
like the bastard child of the Hatter, and Catapilliar, stole the White
Rabbit's waistcoat, ears, and Ccat's grin.

   Huge eyes, somehow larger than his head, floating beside the bed,
glitter falling behind him from the pink fluttering wings.  "Hiya!"
unarmed, "Uhn," it still hurts to breathe, "I'm Alice!"

   "Nhnt!" bells tincled, "Or how 'bout Wendy?" transmorphed, crocodile
tail, ticking, huge elaborate hat, tocking, peacock feather sweaping back
from the shoulder wide brim, plucked from the tail, fanning behind him to
bob tiny in the air.

   "Uhn!" flip them up to my hair, whipe my forehead with the back of my
hand.

   Dorthy?  Reflected in his "eyes," but standing up, bed, sheet, gown, and
whole hospital gone, standing, blonde curls brushing the shoulders of the
blue dress, grass waving behind me in the sunlight.

   Just standing there, looking down, now looked like Tyrell, in
foundation, except around the huge shiny balls on either side of his nose.
"Uh!" his hand shakes, pushing them back down.  "Look up," away from the
rabbit hole, "See those dots?" not down at the Ruby slippers.

   "Yeah," almost to close to focus on.

   "I want you to blink, first your right eye, then left."

   "Hnh!" (<, >) "Yeah?"

   "You have terrific eyes," can't see him, behind my blue gray irises,
dilated pupils, shrinking away, blinking from his lenses.  "Now, try to
superimpose those dots, into one."

   Blink, (iIi) I bring my eyes together.  "Kay?"

   "Good," he nodds, his bright purple eyes rolling to a stop.  "Very
nice."

   LEN {MG Furr NS}

   A flush spread down my coat, darkening the baby blue to lavender.  Billy
showed me her dossier, "Now, try to drag the sprites back up to the Iris
sensors," her pretty eyes twitched up, then back down, refoccussed, and
slowly went back up, slightly crossed.

   Fast learner, only 23, but looks, I'm not sure.  Parts of her look
younger, others older, timeless, like her eyes.  My coat darkens, dripping,
chrimson.

   Don't be fooled, 'Just don't set her off,' he said, 'She's a reflex
killer, triggered by rape, and sexual assault.  Just don't touch her.'

   "Hhn!" so cute, but deadly, a predator killer, pink ears waving over her
head with her nod, going through the (uneM).  Smiling, pink lips pulling
back over sharp teeth, fangs, like needles.

   "This interface works best with visual thinkers, inhnT!" she cocks one
eye, crosses them, and then the other, passing a command between them,
winks to (set) it.  "You done this before?"

   "I plade some arcade games," she licks where she was nibbling her lip,
"Virtual Reality."

   "Good," I left, her working on Settings, Profile, kept her Avatar up to
see what she does.  In the bathroom, the dress darkened, like she'd seen my
mood labcoat.  Hair lifting, twisting over her shoulders, now black instead
of brown, red bows, bangs straightening right over her eyes.

   "HhH!" translucent red, almost no white, "HihHh!" shiny heart earings,
pink box purse, matching, bunny, red eyes, draped in her arm, comming up,
gripping the black stock of a, what'd Henry call it, 'Sub Machinegun',
white tape curling down from the curved clip.

   Pleated skirt, like rose pedals over the lace trim of her slip, slippers
turning in, to black patent pumps, white socks, "ehnN!" It twitches out,
and I catch it, taste it, like Billy.  "HhnN!"

   {Image (C) Digital Dolls, used without permission.  Also, Caroll, ... 
and Baum.  Pretty much given up on the Copywright acknowledgements, in
chapter, unless in character, most have been alluded to before.}

   Liggett {Mf-F NS}

   I flexed my fingers, rubbed the numbness out.  "You were good," Dr. 
Jenkins, "Showed remarcable restraint." Looks over from the road.

   "Why," i slipped the chain through the handle, "Didn't," rolled down the
window, "You," close my eyes, feel the Cool Air (Lovecraft) on my face,
"r," swallow.

   "I could have," smug bastard, "But I learned somethings from your,
accomplice."

   "Got a cigarette?" i sigh, try to feel it, again.

   KNK!  "Here," he holds it by the tip.  chWHM!

   The fire, "Phf!" Winston Select, 100s, box, tucked back in his shirt
pocket.  That vest taken off, with all his gear pitched in the back. 
Doesn't look tired, he couldn't've slept.

   Where is She?  "Barby?"

   "No," lineless eyes, no puff of fatige under them, "Mandy.  (the one
what got away.)"

   "What about her?" I didn't know her too good.  Great planner.

   "Hh," back to the road, "She kills rapist, while they're raping her."
That explains a lot, "Always has another knife." Something I learned from
her, but I held out, knowing I couldn't cut through the cuffs.  Was that
fear?

   And why did he throw Kera away?  "Where's Brad?"

   "Your little girlfreind?" he chuckled again.

   "I'm not a fuckinG DYKE!" Hh, h hH.  There She was.

   "Impulse control," he warned.

   "Hh huh hHh." were are we going?  Look around, almost noon, I thought he
took us around town, but never turned off, back east.  Looking up, at the
blue ridge, on my side, North, then.

   KC barely had a Deputie's office, wouldn't give him their car no matter
how many credentials he flashed.  Escalating, VSP, FBI,..  So, he dragged
me across the street, bought a Bronco from the Garage, payed $10,000, 3 and
a half more'n it's worth.  5 liter, though.

   {...(c) Harris, as usual.}

   Benedict {TG/s Bond Srch NS}

   "hHn!" KRP!  I twist the other way, grip the bannister, PRK!  "nH!"
Glancing back in the cell, Keith turns away from the shaft of light, KNK!
Softly as possible, the population trippled over the last month.  Tori
looks up, back down, across the yard to Gauche, Legerdemain already
circling back, under the walkway.

   PNKNKNKNK!  I skip steps, and come around, hand on my butt.

   Whered "he" go, okay, I was shocked when I read that in her dossier, but
Billy confirmed it.

   Splat, behind me, and sHe lowered her broad hand, tucked the pinky, and
index, "Mahrime'." Schitzo, something, like most of the innmates here,
they'd have to write a whole new book for the psycology.  Kenny says she
truly beleives she's the Hand of Death, allied with Ghosh, once "Left Hand"
to various Mobsters.  Theres a joke there, between them, but I don't get
it.

   Reaching back, I feel a tear, cut down the back of my shirt down to the
armor.  And right next to Liggett, already partisanizing, I can't keep Her
from concealing knives, what chance do I have with the Gypsy?  The big
leagues, I drove the rapist up where Billy too the Antirapist.  Hope that
new pod gets dug out quick.

   "Come on," I take her hand, "let's go." Any other man puts his hand on
her, he looses something else.

   "Uh!" she flops off the table, but doesn't kick, and scream.  "Hh Hh
HhH!"

   "Where are they?" push her to the wall, catch her grin.

   SHSHK!  I catch the slashes on my arms, her wrists in my hands, step in,
and slam my hip into her midriff.  "Uhn," armored, or not, can't breathe,
can't fight.  "nh!"

   "Thanks," disarm her, push back, release her arms, and tuck them away.
Shank, or shiv would belittle them, where did she even get the steel? 
Sharpened down to a point, polished, and serrated on one edge, no handles.
"You!" point to the corner, "Come here!"

   Too predictible, practicly led by which way I turned, staying behind me.
Stare, don't blink.  "Stop!" out of reach, tatters falling from my sleeves.
"Hands up, spread those fingers," her's torn off at the shoulders.  "Good,"
step in to take her wrists, turn them up, back to the banister.

   Standing out of reach, I keep one hand on my gun, PLK!  out my cuffs,
plastic, like Magneto's.  CLCKT!  pull the other through, run my fingers
through her's, press my fingertips in her palms.  Feel up her bare arms, to
her shoulders, down her back, holding her feet with mine, pulling the chain
tight on the rail pipe.  "That's right," reach back, tuck one away, "Don't
move, I'll be done soon." Two, and three, four five, and six.

   "Now," get out the key, "You girls play nice." Clct!

   Not sure about that one, kinda Neuter, but I've seen her go to Gauche,
them make love.  Maybe a Switch gender, only aware of it's sex
situationally.  Whado I know, Billy and Kenny couldn't figure her out put
together.  In the locker room, I checked my arms, barely scratches, like
paper cuts, sigh, and pull off my split shirt.  Then my armor, not much
shift left.  KshsHSH!
   At least I don't have to pay for Uniform here.