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R Y A N   M A Y E Z

T I M E : Sunset
L O C A T I O N : Hinode Wild Birds Sanctuary Nature Park
I N T E R A C T I O N S: None
M E N T I O N S: Riku Azuma @JDubs Brian MacPherson @BenG85

"What’s that guy doing?” Ryan asked in a hushed whisper to Terriermon, but instead of a response, the Digimon shook his head lightly before resuming a stuffed animal-like appearance. 

	Ryan let out a soft sigh. The bird sanctuary was beautiful and serene. However, there was some weirdo and a camera filming every nook and cranny of the place. “What a creep,” Ryan mumbled in another whisper. He even looked a bit older than her. He was probably an adult. What a loser! Shouldn’t he be working an actual job or something?

“Are you sure it’s here?” Ryan asked quietly again and looked back over at the cemetery. There was some man coming this way. Ryan hugged tightly on Terriermon, who was gently affirming this was the place with a an almost inaudible, yes. She was surrounded by weirdos. “Okay then,” she whispered and continued walking inside the sanctuary.

	The serenity was breathtaking (aside from the jabbering man with the video camera). A small wind was blowing through the leaves, and the setting sun was casting purple and gray shadows into the grass. She stopped walking to admire the view. However, as much as Ryan wanted to enjoy the moment, it was reminding her of how it was getting dark, and how she was alone with two strange grown men. Who even came to bird sanctuaries and cemeteries at night? Creeps.

“If either of these two creeps try anything weird, you have my permission to blast at them.”

“I’d never let them lay a finger on you, Ryan,” Terriermon assured her quietly. 

“Good,” Ryan drew in a deep breath and took a step forward. Despite being in the city, she could smell the greenery, and it was refreshing. However as she slowly made her way through the sanctuary, Terriermon began wiggling. Her arms hugged tightly around the Digimon. “What is it?”

“Ryan, there’s another Digimon here… several…” Terriermon looked around with his eyes.  “Where that guy is pointing his camera.”

	Ryan stopped a walking. Her eyes followed the camera’s angle. More Digimon? Here? It explained why Terriermon felt so strongly about coming here. It might also explain some of the unusual news surrounding this place. This guy literally has no idea what he’s doing. She had no intention of talking to him or getting his attention by accident. So, she stood there, holding Terriermon and watching the man foolishly make his video, while her shadow merged with the surrounding area.

N E K T A R I O S   F I O N N   &   A D A M   C R E L L
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Time: 4:30 AM - 5:30 AM
Location: Adam & Nektarios' Apartment, Boren Street
Interactions: Adam, Nektarios, Inu-tan, Tamago-tan, Annie's Secretary
Mentions: None
Equipment: N/A

" O n i i i i i  -  c h a a a a n ! ”

	“It's time to wake up! You're gonna be late for wooooork!" Standing above the scared man with lifeless eyes was a girl in a bright white and blue schoolgirl uniform. She had floppy dog ears and making puppy eyes at him, as usual.

"Alright Inu-tan. I'm up, I'm up!"  The man was floating in a black, featureless room. he simply re-orientated himself to be standing. Inu-tan took out a little tablet and filled the walls with holographic screens. She rattled off the usual. 

"You have five new messages! One from your boss and... the rest are ads, sorry. Today's going to be a freezing 35 degrees Fahrenheit, Pweaaase wear a jacket today! The time is currently 0430AM" Adam Crell preferred to sleep in the wired. His brain operated faster here, and the only noise was the kind he invited. Here, there was no outer world, just him, and his personal assistant/sister/daughter. Well worth the three months of pay he needed to save for her. After tending to his morning business, he jacked out.

     Now he found himself back into meatspace, and in his meat. He slept in a military surplus Rigger Cocoon. Meant for drone operators who jacked into their drones directly. It was a bulletproof shell, a Faraday cage, and sensory deprivation tank all in one. With a satisfying woosh, the hermetic seal was broken, revealing a shabby, 500 square foot studio apartment. It was a coffin with only a single window looking at nothing, but it was... a place to rest your meat.

     After Adam got reacquainted with the flesh, a the wolf girl stood besides him in augmented reality, now wearing yoga pants, a loose hoodie, and a whistle around her neck only he could hear. "Shake the atrophy away! You'll need to be in peak physical condition if you wanna protect that dragon lady! Hup-to! Hup-to! And so they begun their morning calisthenics. Adam suppressed his breathing as to not wake his only friend Nektarios up, but in the parallel world of AR, his now instructor and workout buddy could cheer him through the pain and exertion.

     The mind and body duality imposed by being Combat Rigger was always tempting him to leave his body behind. The feeling of becoming the machine he was piloting, and being able to send your mind everywhere at once was more addicting than nova-coke for him. If he didn't have someone reminding him that he still had a corporeal form, he would have died long ago.

	In the meantime, something a little bit different than that of his best friend's alarm style, Nektarios' morning intervention waz panelized by some sort of chirping optimism of unrealistic expectation and virtual forgiveness that went something like this:

“ O - h a i - y ō - z a i - m a s u  ~ ”

“It is time to wake up, Nektarios-sama!” a chiming cybergirl, whistled over a solid, hologram projecting through the Wire's gray reality.  All of it was triggered by a black electronic, hologrammed timer clock, nubbed and nursed with chips from ill-use. Age had given the augment a small glitch that flickered sporadically when she deviated through the plane's path and projected her programming sequence. Nonetheless, her large amethyst eyes blinked and cooed at him as a gentle, excited arm reached to nudge the warmth of her astral pixels onto his scruff meaty cheek, “Nek-tar-ios-saaamaa...!” Her tiny voice chimed over-and-over, jingling his name with a fresh bit of excitement each and every time. She was a pixelated pixie and more.

“Hnnitan...?” like a dry scraggly breath through his nostrils, his voice cussed inaudibly with all the annoyance and perplexity, leaning against invalid reasoning.  The blunt attitude was more than likely a cause by his inevitable reliance on such a charming little doll and her overtly sparkling faux-personality. Each and every fucked up morning seemed to produce the same reaction from him, if not a worse one, and each and every morning, her nearly perfect complexion was nestling against his meat like a bitch in heat, begging for validity in her master's approval and happiness. If Nektarios was bloody honest, when all was said and done, he couldn't deny her form or tantalizing style of intellectual coding. She was programmed to be the way she was, and he'd be a damned liar if he said he didn't love her. It was a love-hate relationship. Call him a pervert or call him brokenhearted, but there was little consolation in anything he did without Tamago-tan.

Nah, man. Fuck it.

	He had his younger, lone star mate, Adam, but there was only so much male camaraderie could do for one man's sanity. Fuck it, again. Who the fuck was he kidding? Adam was more messed up than he was, in more than one way. The guy barely had a backbone, and he meant that like as a friend, a comrade. The bastard wasted most of his nonworking life trapped in Silicon Valley, and he wasn't referencing the equally toxic city south of Seattle. Nektarios didn't judge, though. He loved the man, even if he was a dick about it. Soft love was for cybercoms. Real love, the tough stuff was where he put his true loyalty. He'd die for the boy, with or without warrant. He was hardly legalistic at this point in his middle aged life span and neither was Adam.

	 Enough about Adam, though. He had to wake his meaty self up, if not for his own fucking good but for the ever-so-lovely dragon lady. Nah, fuck the dragon lady. He'd wake up because Tamago-tan asked him, too. She was such a dream girl to him... Thoughts shifting... unlike his ex-wife. “Nektar-Nektar-Nek-tar-ios-saaamaa...!” Tamago-tan cheered through Nekatarios' thoughts before he could roll through another mental health trip of how he had been completely fucked over by the supposed-love of his life, who not only dumped his army ass for some old pig like a thirsty beggar on the side of the street eating sewer hot dogs, while he was off making dough for her and the family to eat like a proper human being, but she stole his son and daughter, his Goddamn fucking children, you know, his bloody motherfucking livelihood... and then she had the audacity to suck him dry like a hooker trying to keep her body from being dumped in Elliot Bay with only God knows how much mula in child pay- “Wakey! Wakey!”

“I'm up. I'm fucking up,” he grunted and turned his body militantly, knocked the augmented figure's mechanics off kilter. “Fuck it. Damnit."  He didn't bother to apologize. He tithed enough for her to be pushed around worse than he was at work. She never minded in an angry manner because she was a good little girl like that, always congratulating his ass for having listened to him. She was a complete softie for him, even when he hated her with those long pink, loopty-loo pigtails.

“Eggs and bakey!” Tamago-tan continued and then balled her small hands like paws and playfully cheered the air in front of her.

	Nektarios' own pale, calloused knuckles hit the stiffness of his metal coffin, opening the darkness. Built more on muscle than machine, he immediately began pumping his muscular body up-and-down with breathes inhaling towards the shoddy sleeping cocoon and exhaling towards the death bed's lid. All the while, Tamago-tan began cheering him on by counting his routine and complimenting his strength like an overly obsessed fangirl who never knew anyone but him, which was mostly true. She really would never know anyone but him. Her coding said so, and he chose her coding over the truth. To hell, she fawned over him like a slave to his celebrity whims. He couldn't ask for anything like that from the nagging leach in the next town over, hording his own kin from him. From his perspective, coding never failed unless some angsty teenage hacker with a degree in computer programming that mommy and daddy bought them was involved. Or... of course, if the code was a late night call that sounded awfully like his ex-wife cozying up to the receiver like: Please, keep me company at night, Henry-san, while my hard-boiled husband is putting his life on the line by fighting abroad for his company's sanctions with the Megacorp. Nnnnyan ~

	No. She sounded way better. He killed himself every time he thought about the truth.

“Anata wa sore o suru koto ga dekimasu! Go, Nektahsan! You are soooo strong! Ooh! Ooh! Nektahsan! Ooouu ~ ! Shi! Go! Roku! Nana! Hachi!... Watashi wa anata o Kyu! totemo hokori ni omoimasu! I am so very proud of you! Juuku! Nijuu!... Nijuuichi!” The cybercoms girlish voice cheerfully counted his push-ups, interjecting coddles for coded gratification as her master/owner huffed and occasionally grumbled, growling something about if his roommate had woken up, yet. It didn't sound like Adam had, and damnit to hell, he better had, but fuck if he was getting old and was just hearing shit like the decrepit piece of junk living space that hosted them. Maybe his hearing would go sooner so he wouldn't have to listen to the CEO's bratty shrill command him around anymore. Who was he kidding? They'd drop his meatskin like his ex-wife did if he lost his hearing, and he needed the dough. Damn this metal prison. He looked over from his coffin to see Adam.

     As if in cue, within the walk-in closet came a cacophony of servos whirling, bolts being pulled back, and start-up chirps. An obsolete humanoid servant, missing an arm and silicone flesh gracefully walked out and began prepping their morning soy-based gruel. From within sat the combat rigger, working on a combat drone while humming a lullaby. In AR, Inu-tan (in coveralls this time) held schematics, repair manuals, and presented diagnostic information. Their favorite firearms were disassembled, cleaned, and loaded half an hour ago.

"You should really be nicer to your robotic servants. They can feel pain you know, they just don't show it. There's enough vileness in the world. Anyway, go take a shower, I'm just about done with breakfast." Adam was quite the rigger. Through his fiber-optic datajack and command console, he could micromanage up to a dozen drones, and step into their aluminum and titanium bodies if the task required a human touch. He closed the top panel of the Nissan Roto-drone. He heaved it up to his face and said, with a coo, "All better. Now you can actually see."

"Boss lady wants us to take her to a fancy cafe today. Then we're to 'accompany' her to some ritzy charity luncheon. After that, she wants to unwind by snorting nova-coka off of a male stripper's abs at the Electric Rose again. Eat a light lunch." In AR, Adam pat the little head of his assistant and got dressed himself. It was gonna be another one of those days.

“Charity luncheon? Piss off. I've got enough volunteer work under my belt for the rest of my nine lives.” The one-armed robot clicked and clanked with clumsy motor skills as the large man took his share of grub. He finally relented to Adam's comment, rolling the man's coos from his own guilty conscious, “And, yeah, I'll remember that next time.” Years in the military taught him much differently, but then again, he knew the body transmissions came with a price. He'd seen the end equation of a fried user. It wasn't a pretty one by all means, but he still thought Adam was being sensitive. Still, he admitted defeat, “It's why I let you stick around, boy,” he shook his head, rubbing the morning shadow that stubbled his weathered face. His fingers trailed down his square chin as he squatted towards the ground, ignoring any thought to acknowledge Adam's own cybercom, Inu-tan, dressed for the occasion as always. Adam treated his machinery more like family than anything, and it was disturbing to say the least, not that Nektarios could wanted to call the kettle black.

	His own cybercom had seen her fair share of let downs from him, which explained her glitches and the wear of the Wire attributed generous information and space for her. She never minded, though. It meant he was using her, and she was doing her job. Her perpetual approval and moral encouragement despite his cold-hearted meathead mentality ways was why he really liked her, and he'd be damned if he had to replace her.

Fine. F-it. Adam won Round One.

It's really too damned early for this.

	Nektarios stalked across the room and wrapped his large hand around an oddly shaped metal-colored nob, bent and twisted from hard-use and illicit cleaning, scraped bits of locket and door frame as Nekatarios budged open the ratchet entrance to the bathroom himself to the toxic waste in front of him, and as the clanking of his own morning etiquette made its own chiming of feet against dusty, unkept cheap concrete exercised boarding, his cybercom, Tamago-tan, sprinkled his early morning grump with her usual humble optimism, “Yoroshiku onegaishimasu ~ !” Her hands were clasped together in nimble, playful prayer, and her head was bowed, curly hair swaying back and forth. “It's okay, Nektarios-sama!” Her childish smile twinkled with her astral eyes with happiness to have added her own personality to the conversation, “... Now, go take a shower!” She was standing next to him, and now playing with the length of her hair and tapping a finger to her plush cheek and making a wink, which turned into a nudge against his solid demeanor.

	Her girlish charm and energy truly disgusted him, but he adored her like his own, nonetheless, especially in her current outfit. He may have been a buff buzzkill, but he always enjoyed her dressing all kawaii in pastel fairy kei clothing. She was a good accent for his monochrome blunt pistol style, always equipped near him at hand because he was the paranoid type and took no chances, even with good ol'Adam boy. There was no telling in today's society; and fuck, it would torture him to kill someone so close to him; but if he had no other choice, pulling the trigger was no hesitation. The military didn't have to teach him that, even if it did. Nektarios glanced at Adam, still coddling his mechanics and then he looked down at Tamago-tan, “Yeah, yeah,” his body slid through the opening and slammed the door shut, rattling shelf space in the less-then kitchenette. 

	There ain't nothing like cold - dirty cheap - purple - cyber-rain at four thirty in the bloody blue and gray morning.

Ain't nothing like it.

	Okay, so it wasn't purple. It was more of a weird pale powdered color that reflected every bathroom just right so that it looked kind of like a thistle color. Electricity was weird like that, and it kind of reminded him of Tamago-tan's hazel, astral eyes that could turn their colors according to the background. They weren't quite like a chameleon, but it was close enough for intrigue. So yeah. Ain't nothing like it. 

'Cept maybe Tamago-tan.

	Sometime after Nektarios finished his business and dressed himself, the four went their way. Metal doors clanging open and closed.  The robotic sound of Alexa’s voice wished them a good day and reminded them that “It’s their choice, they always have a choice.” Inu-tan and Tamago-tan agreed with Alexa that the day would be good, but they were usually overly optimistic, just the way Alexa wanted them to be. The cybercoms wished Alexa Say-oh-nah-rah!  as Adam and Nektarios thrusted their muscles down the metal stairway of their building (so much for the elevators working to the nth floor). Twitches of electronic eyes blinked at them from the cobwebbed corners, glistening with something. A stench clung to the walls. It didn't bother either. They were used to it by now, like watching two college aged girls snort nova coka off some Surplus -- probably an Untrainable desperate to stay alive. At least, he was getting paid for it, and so were they.

	With Adam at the controls, automated and rusty, but somehow clean against the touch of Adam, the SkyNissan left it’s spot. Soon, it would be replaced with a much more luxurious model of TeslaMobile's as the two men escorted Annie the daughter of Nintendo's supposed CEO (no one was truly sure who the executive was, but this guy didn't mind the fame) for the day. The engine mumbled and gurgle a whir. It pushed itself from the gray ground, and just as it was entering the grid, a hologram of Inu-tan poked her nose into their conversation. 

"Oni-san! Oni-san! It's a call from dragon lady's secretary! Do you wish to answer?" Her tail swished back and forth with anticipation. (She was wearing her school girl uniform, again.)

"Answer. What's she have to say this time?" Adam sighed, not bothering to look to at the pixelated Inu-Tan. The little wolf-girl held up a small digital medallion and a holographic profile of an Asian woman glared at Alex and Nektarios. She was wearing a white blouse. It was silky and stern. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, styled on the side of her head. Her blush was contoured to make her look more Caucasian, but it held nothing against her tear drop eyes. 

"Oh good. You're in your car..." She drew in an exaggerated sigh. "Just so you know, it's going to be six in the fucking morning before you know it." She barked. The men agreed with her, looking at each other for confirmation. "Do you know how far in advanced we had to reserve her breakfast? We almost had to higher a pair of fucking no-good low life netrunners to change the reservation list." Her tongue clicked with doubt. As far as she was concerned, they were lucky to even breathe the same valuable air as Annie. "I wouldn't expect you both to understand. You better hurry and get here fast. We're almost done styling Annie's hair for the charity luncheon this afternoon," again, she clicked her tongue with the same disgusted doubt. "And remember, This is not some game. This is Annie's life  I'm talking about."

	Nektarios crinkled his nose as he spoke to her, "I don't play around with people's lives, Ma'am." His voice was low and serious. "As a soldier, I've never nursed the idea of it. Doesn't suit well with me," he looked at Adam, "Or Adam. That's why we wanted this job. You can trust us."

	The lady flared her nostrils and nodded her head in acknowledgement. "Don't -  Be - late."

	Inu-tan's medallion stopped projecting the secretary, and the Asian woman's face vanished. Inu-tan placed the medallian on the bowtie decorating her sailor collar and made a small shiver. "She's scaarrryyyy, oniii-saaannn!" the cybercom's hands were held up to her chest as her face made a painstakingly animated and scared look.

"It'll be alright, Inu-tan. You're safe with me," Adam consoled the wolf-girl. "If you stay in you carrier like a good girl, she won't even know you're there." His hand tapped a few buttons, as the vehicle went into  auto-drive, and the grid picked up the Nissan's magnetic field.

"Yeah, yeah. What Adam said." Nektarios touched his pocket where Tamago-tan resided and let his attention gaze out of the window.

	Neither of the men spoke to each other during the rest of the ride. They let their surroundings consume them: a tangle of plasticrete road and a dark fog with glows moving around in a strange rhythm. Those were the lights of the shops. If their windows were down, they would be able to hear the voices and other sounds emitting from the signs, billboards, and various advertisements trying to pull customers inside their venues. Around them, digital billboard screens went left and right, up and down, only making way for the digital street signs and traffic lights in the electric grid. It was a chaotic scene of nihilism with nothing but a hollow, lonely death at the end of it. If anyone told this to Adam and Nektarios, they wouldn't have batted an eye. They knew what this world was. It was any day, now they'd be replaced. Yesterday wasn't the day; and maybe today was; or maybe it would be tomorrow. Although, it wasn't right to think about those things, until they actually happened, and by then, it’d be too late. In the mean time, Inu-tan and Tamago-tan held the line.

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