Better get moving.

The second you can't hear them talking you spring into motion. First a ten second shower just enough to get yourself soaking wet. Next you bolt into the closet to get something to wear. As you quickly pick through the clothes your computer comes back online and the little digital display starts to give you information on the articles you look at such as size and in a few cases even an armor rating. With this convenient little aid, and knowing your measurements, you are able to quickly find something to wear, feeling a little silly that only female clothing is available, “Well I guess I am kinda girly.” A glance at the mirror though and you would say that androgynous is more accurate and if you dress male, people might think you are rather feminine but not specifically female. Your internal clock tells you that you have lost exactly one minute twenty three seconds since they left you alone as you yank open the door and step into the hall on your sexy new 3” heel white leather looking knee high gogo boots. Your long sexy legs are clad in soft form fitting black low rise yoga making your perky little fuck me ass look oh so nice. To cover your ever so sexy tiny little titties all you need really is a tiny piece of tape, but as that wasn't available you opt for a black lace bra that you clearly don’t need. Over that you have a spaghetti strap belly button revealing yellow shirt. To finish the look and for a place to hide things, you have a black leather Italian style biker jacket. Your computer tells you that even though the jacket is quite soft and light, it has an armor rating of thirteen.

As you hit the bottom of the stairs the girl at the front smiles, “Should I put you down for the same time next week Brianna?”

Her question basically blows your mind, with a somewhat glazed look you mumble, “Sure, sounds great.” Then walk on towards the door getting several friendly waves and blown kisses from the girls in line as you pass by them.

She adds, “Great, you’re in the book, see you next week.” Her head returning to whatever she was reading as soon as she stops talking.

The second you step outside you tell your computer, “Run diagnostic.” To see if it can tell you something. It starts with... Working... then after a few moments, while you stroll casually down the street in the exact opposite direction from where you stashed the prototype. It scrolls a list of text: Reinforced skeleton... normal, skin weave armor with enhanced elasticity option... normal, reflex enhancement... normal, agility enhancement... normal, adrenaline boost... normal 100% available, computer cpu operating at 23% capacity with 75% memory free, optics: night vision... normal, weapon sight link... normal. 1 gun linked, eye display... active, and finally, better than life simulation player and recorder... normal.... After a slightly longer pause it quickly runs a single file list of what it says are installed programs, all with the tag of ready, they are: persona, attack, defense, data mine, code breaker, decoy, stealth, heavy machinery, coms, and armor. So it would seem the injection, somehow, has changed a lot of your cybernetics. “Why did she call me Brianna?”

Once you are completely out of view of the brothel you slow down and try to decide what to do next. Just then a pair of guards step into view with drawn sub-machine guns. You don’t even have a chance to react, but to your surprise one waves and says, “Hey Bri.” You stand in stunned silence as they walk past you.

“Wait, did my computer say one gun linked?”