Benny as his friends called him and they were few in numbers as he knew too much had too much and still he tried to play the game fairly and it pissed them off because it made them look like shit in comparison; the powerful were big on perceptions and they spent time cultivating it. Benny didn’t care about perceptions as they did, he didn’t hide his true self but he did hide those treasures of his with care and he treasured his Toy most of all.
She was his Masterpiece and Insurance all rolled into one and even if they discovered what she contained it would do them no good her true self was hidden in the flow of technology and the physical her meant as an access point, destroy it and she would shift priorities an alter mankind to accomplish it. He had thought so much on just going ahead and completing the Shiva protocol but Toy had asked him not to and he loved her too much to deny her.
One day they would make a mistake and she would become the mother of the new Man.
I’m headed to the Sammie, I’ll be at the Sammie, I heard at the Sammie common words about a common place that some thought was a franchise but was actually a forgotten and uncounted string of Guild halls for those who made their money the hard ways. Gun, Smart Gun or Code Gun it was the violent world of Solos, Street Samurai, Netrunners, and Fixers or about anyone else willing to risk their often brutal company.
This Sammie was like every Sammie and hell even its regulars looked as they all bore the same stamp of production. Drinks were Cheap and Nasty, food as in three types of Kibble was cheap but the dam things were rationed so the bartender didn’t just hand over an edible bag filled with vanilla, chocolate or pizza flavored Kibble to anyone unless you counted Pizza Flavored which most said was like vomit….they feed it to squats outside the bar for a laugh.
The Bartender Droid was well Maintained because in a way she was dating as in letting him do things to her a very good cybertech. Her name was Mavis but she’d answer to anything and while she was no powerhouse bruiser she ruled her roost with the ability to close it down with a thought and make your mates punish you to see it become active or all of the troublemakers get bored and drift away before she reopened and the crowded Sammies nearby send their overflow to her place.
It was a night like any other in the downs. The walkways were damp with...well they were damp and thank god you were either used to the smell or it didn’t smell. The Sammie was the Sammie with patrons nursing their cheap alks and nibbling either the kibble or bowls it came in as they talked openly or by close link.
It was a hole but it was their hole and the regulars sought to keep it and keep it the way they liked and how Mavis liked it as well.
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