Bring it with you

If Barry knows what this thing is, showing it to him instead of just describing it makes more sense. You take the slab but leave the box in your desk drawer.

Stepping onto your doorstep you wave your hand in front of the bio-lock and notice your neighbor again, sweeping her porch. You look at her and she turns away back to her sweeping, ice pick heels tapping as she walks. She must be new, you’ve never seen her before but this is the second time in the same day. You decide to say hi, stopping near her on your way to the elevator.

‘Hi, I live a few doors down, obviously, John.” You introduce yourself and offer your hand in greeting “I haven’t seen you around before did you just move in ?” She looks at your hand for a second, never meeting your gaze. You get the impression she doesn’t really want to shake your hand but does so out of politeness. She gives you a weak handshake even for a woman, and almost inaudibly blurts her name “Lola,” before returning to sweeping a bare floor.

“I moved in a few days ago.”

Having learned its best to simply leave an awkward situation, you end the conversation with a “Nice to meet you,” and quickly and keep on moving. After a few steps you look back and finally make eye contact. Your neighbor is very beautiful, in a 1950s crossed with 80s punk kind of way and she has the most beautiful purple eyes. She doesn’t look scared or disgusted, and she didn’t wipe her hand on her shirt after shaking yours, she just may be very shy and reserved. Oh well, to each his own.

Hopping in the closest AI Taxi you tell it to take you to the Persied district.