No thanks.

With all that has happened you can't help but think adding magic will just make it worse. “No.” When you say it another question pops up, “Vehicle control rig?” A little video below the question details the option as someone that can jack into vehicles as well as drones to control them remotely, including the ability to bypass most electronic security systems like cameras, anything with external control, so you could for example cause a camera to turn the wrong direction. The longer you watch the cooler it seems. “Yes.” As you answer it seems enough to finish the character as you suddenly find yourself fully fleshed out. The mirror in front of you shows off your new sexy self. Along side are your new measurements, 5'5” 106lbs, 33A 25 34, you have a 4 or 5 inch mop of platinum blonde hair on top with the sides and back of your head shaved. Your torso is long and lean with lots of smooth sexy softness, not much muscle tone, but with long sexy legs leading up to a nice tight ass. Your skin tone has also darkened just a bit and you would guess one of your parents must be Hispanic.

The shop closes as you finish and you see it has already picked out a set of clothes for you to start wearing, and it isn't at all what you were expecting. You would guess you must be entering in some kind of angry party, given the clothes that quickly cover you in layers. First is a very harsh looking but soft black leather g-string and for your nipples you get two little pieces of black tape. Over this is a pair of fishnet pantyhose with so many rips and tears they are almost gone. Then comes the top, a black fishnet long sleeve tight dress that hugs your body and much like the pantyhose it is ripped all over. Next come a pair of painted on tight pair of also violently ripped jeans that it mentions are armored to level 7 which is up to a heavy pistol, which gets you thinking that they aren't ripped for style they have just been shot a lot and purchased second hand. Looking back at the net dress it is level 3 armor which is more for abrasion resistance than gunfire. Over the dress is a heavier armor rating 12 black leather jacket with studs and zippers all over it and an old band logo on back, very faded, but you think it says “Ramones.” You then find yourself lifting up as your shoes slide on, a pair of white cheerleader style tennis shoes with two inch heels. Finally each of your wrists and neck get a studded black leather band.

Dressed to impress, you let out a little snort and giggle and push up a pair of black rimmed glasses as if you had done that a million times. “Wait I wear glasses?” You ask the mirror and see a few more things take shape in front of your eyes. Your tongue is pierced with a shiny silver barbell. Your ears are pierced by an ever widening gauge that finally stops about a half inch diameter black solid disk, four more shining silver piercings, and a bar at the top of your right ear finish off your ears. Next your navel is pierced top and bottom with a simple silver barbell. Mostly black makeup with a bit of purple eyeshadow is then expertly applied to your face and nails before it all seems done.

The next shop then opens and inside you find all sorts of headwear tech for a geeky rigger such as yourself. Almost like something is guiding your hand, which as each item sort of highlights as a recommended piece of hardware, which you go ahead and take most of, it sort of is. Your money dwindles rather quickly and as you leave the shop you have under $3000 left for other gear. You opted for a fast computer with sub-dermal microphone for the audio, and coms as well as for computer interface. This also is linked with your glasses which gives you a heads up display, anti-dazzle, enhanced night vision, as well as something called a dazzler that once in you know can be used in close range to blind someone much like a flash bang. You also now have four ports under your hair on the left side of your head, two on the right, and skill wires so you can run active programs. When you select this it automatically gives you chips for tons of computer skills, giving you the impression that while you can do many things with a computer, this character is a vehicle specialist, plus speed reading, several tech manuals for reference, and something called soft martial arts skills, of which it lets you know with your memory you can have a lot more skills loaded if you buy or find them, but your system can only run five programs at a time and that they greatly enhance your skill. It also lets you know that it can only do so much so a natural master of any skill is always better so if you train any skill your own ability will eventually surpass the slotted skill. The only body enhancements you are allowed to chose is a light skin weave armor that says it also enhances elasticity, slight strength enhancement, low level dexterity boost, as well as a level one reflex enhancement for added response time in and out of a vehicle.

Hardly satisfied you move on to weapons and find there are only three available and not only that you are limited to selecting one. Shaking your head slowly you catch yourself flicking your tongue stud while pondering, another mannerism perhaps, you think, and opt for the powerful but smallish blued frame revolver pistol with pearly pink grips. It says it is a .44 compact magnum and holds 5 rounds. With it you get 5 speed loaders, all filled with armor piercing duplex rounds, whatever that is, plus a box of 50 more bullets that you tuck in a small black denim purse that a very long wire reinforced neck strap so when you toss it over your shoulder it hangs down below your waist, resting on your hip. The lights in the weapon shop then turn out and you turn to the last little shop that lights up.

This one you guess is normally filled with vehicles but for you it seems you can have either a small mid engine two seat car, a powerful looking motorcycle, or a crappy looking but likely armored van. However as you look each over you realize you get all three at your apartment, you need now only select the one you are driving tonight. Unsure of what you are doing, you grab the keys to the car. As the lights shut off in the last store you can hear the angry beat of a club getting louder and louder coming from the exit of the mall. You tuck the car keys, which spring a key ring and many more keys, and the last $75 in your purse, noticing it is now filled with a few key makeup items as well as a large folding knife, and step up to the door. Taking the metal bar handle in hand you are suddenly nervous.