{Whoops, sorry bout the spoilers there.  Editing...}

LEN {B Cybr Solo VI}

I fidgit on the plane, still wondering why me?  I mean, I'm not a recruiter, or a profiler, but the ones we have that I never even met say I'm the perfect person to talk to this, open my eyes, and look it up.  (Billy "Yuen Ng" Young).  Some kind of doctor, pictures from a long way back, oriental, black, and white.  My eyes twitch to bring up the pallate, and tooltips, I split a profile, and frontal face shot and start the rendering algorythms.

"Hhn!" kinda cute, really, even with those tiny slit eyes, I pull the lids back with mine, over blank spheres.  No data, I fill it in, cute pink irises, pinch them down from rings to hearts with black ones on the centers.  To match, colorize the grey skin a nice lavender.  Lightsources pinpointed, the raytrace washes down the bust, no body, so I start working on that next.

"Mr. Neilson," I blink, and bring up realtime input.  "We're comming in to land."

"Hn!" call me LEN, I settle back, and hook the belt.  Switch back to the processors to save, but I have a little time, to finish the wings.  "There," blink at (save)  They lead me out, but it's not even an airport, just another military base, and a bus waiting.  "HhH!" I get in, and buckled quick so I can switch back.  To the dossier, flip back to other files.

"Oh!" detective specialising in Child Pornography, attached photographs, vidio stills, a jolt, and I blink back to reality.  Rolling green hills, trees, near the top I see mountains in the distance.  Like giant hills, green, only the color shifting haze tells me how far, and massive they might be, and we roll back down the hill.  Blink back, only one vidio, when he was a lot younger.  In a cogal suit, face painted white, smiling up at the camera, had to be about 7.

"We're here," I blinked out, "Sir."  He looked doubtfull.

"HhH!" skip out, and follow them along the fence.  Make that at least 5 meters of steel fence with razor wire, and survailence cameras panning in.  To a prison yard, inmates working in the garden, hunters orange jumpsuits, guarded with shotguns.  "Ooh, goody goody gumdrops."

"Hey there!" I jump back from his hand, "I'm Kenny, you must be Mr. Neilson."  I don't shake it, tuck my hands under my arms, "You prefer Leonard, or mabe Lenny?"

"Uh," look back up, "Just LEN."

"Right," he rolls back the gate, "This way Len."

Through a stainless steel corridor, "You don't mind me asking," he makes the OK sign in front of his eyes, "What's with?"

"They're Photoelectric crystals," finally something to talk about, "Optical computers, and visual processors."

He rolls back the gate, inside the fences, "What do they do?"

"They see," didn't just sound like an idiot yokel, "And process light."

Billy {MM NS}

"Aright, damn it!" stop Kenny at the door, "Now quit stalling, and, who's this?"  Weirdo, looked like a cartoon mad scientist, giant bubbles over his eyes, making them look huge, and turquoise, now blue.

"LEN," didn't offer his hand, not sure I'd want to touch it.  "You have fantastic eyes," he squinted, darkened, and blinked back at me with them.  I blinked, and shook my head.

"He would like to talk to you."  Kenny sat down, behind a sign.  [Dr. Kendall Jenkins: Administrative Director.]

"Uh," the weirdo "In private."

"Hh," he scoffed, "You can use my office."

"And we can just trust you to turn off that camera," he pointed, "And that one.  This place wired for sound too?"

"Uh, no?" he looked around, "How 'bout the yard?"

"Uhn!" his eyes literally roll, counterclockwise, "You guys have to have big brother in the back room to watch all those cameras, I counted more than thirty on the perimeter fences alone."

"Come on," I walked out, "I'll drive you out."  Apparently the reason for stalling, noone stopped me this time.  "(Fucking cages)" under my breath, "Those displays record too?"

"They can," yup, still behind me, "but I'm the one keeping a secret."  Interesting choice of words, I rolled my finger at the gatehouse, and a guard hung up, stood in the doorway while it slid back.

"Aright, hurry it up." he stepped out of the way, and closed it behind us so the outside one would open.  Not much of a talker, "This bouta cashe?" biting the filter, certainly not a cop, or military.  That get up, peacock lab coat seemed to change between green, and blue, anime tee shirt, sweat pants, and sneakers.

"I think it's more like a job offer," outside, following me across the parking lot.

Turn to him, "You some kinda recruiter?"

"No," he looks down, "I'm just a Tech, I don't know why they sent me."

"So, a tech job," fish out my keys.

"I don't know what they want you for." he shrugged.  "Either."

THNK! the locks dropped, and I stepped around the driver's side.  "But you work for them," he nodded, getting in, "And what do you do?"

He shrugged, "Image processing," looking around, "Photoelectronics," or sweeps the interior carefully with his glasses.  Like crystal balls, blank except for the reflections on the surface.  "You live in here?" the mess of bedding, and laundry in back, a set of [SFPD] sweats on top.

"Just had a long road trip," throw it in [R], and back out, "Keni drop you off at the airport?"

"Uh," he looks up, "Were are we?"

"Western Virginia," pull out, "Closest 'port is Charlottesville."  WV.

"Oh," he shook his head, "I came in through some military base."

"Right," left actually, "I know the one," a ways up the road.  Reaching down, I pulled into 4x4, and took the dirt road.  "Now, what's this about?"

"Hn!" he sighs girlishly, "I'm not sure exactly what they do, but far's I can tell it's some sort of government project, with criminals."

"What do you do," not surprised, Kenny's involved, and that's what he does.

"I built the survailence system, and configured most of the labs for VI."

"What?" I don't know every acronym.

"Visual Interface," I looked over at him raising his hand, and tapping one of the lenses with his fingernail, "I think that's why they hired me, I helped develop it."  can't see his eyes, but he purses his lips, bites something back.

"What is, 'it'?" really gotta prompt this guy.

"It's like the standard point, and click interface, with a mouse, tracball, or touchscreen, but you use your eyes.  Sensors calibrated to your irises handle Biometric Keying, and also track where you're looking, so it's more like 'look, and blink'."

"So those aren't wired in?" no straps, or anything else holding them up, "You still have your real eyes."

"Right," he carefully detached them, cradled them in his hands, and blinked.  Obviously not used to the light of day, the sockets were pale, but it looked like there were mounts, implanted on the sides of his nose.  "SnH!"  he glanced over, plain brown irises, and clipped them back on.

"And you watched the Survailence?" he said 'Image Processing.'

"Yeah," he 'Blinks', maroon.

"And what did you see?"

Shugs, "Iano, prisoners, some kind of labs, medical treatments."

At the gate, the guard just saluted, and waved me through.  "Huh," expecting us, "But you don't really know what they do th'?  Ah, fuck."

The truckbomb barriers folded out behind the gate, and in front of my bumpers, lurching back from slamming on the brakes.  Four squads from nowhere, popping out, surrounding the van, and covering it with shouldered rifles.  "Hh," I lifted my hands into veiw, and let the balaclavad, helmeted, and goggled soldier pull open the door.  "Aright, Billy!" I turned to the commander, "Done makeis a fight."

"All right," I walked over, and held out my hand, "Hank, now what the samhill's goin on here?"

He pulled off his hood, and grinned.  "Now what're you doin here?"

"Just droppin someone off," I took his hand, empty.

"Cummon," he led me through two squads, "I'll tell you on the plane."

Knight {MB NS}

"Whth?" way the fuck out here, an undisclosed valley, crusted flat with dry salty sand.  Late evening, he said "Sunset," but I gotta find him, right?  "There," I guess, had ta be, the only thing sticking out of the bright flat pan.  Khaki suit, hands together, just standing there.  He lets go, reaches up, and waves, nothing around him, no car, like he walked all the way out there.

I roll to a stop, he's already walking up, cut the motor.  "Hey, K."

He reaches up for my hand, "Now why the hell you drag me all th way ou tere?"

"Privacy," he held a finger in front of his grin.  "Got any transmitters, recorders onya?"

"Uh," spread my hands, "Fuck no, whatdya think?"

"Lemme see your phone."

"Ait," I pull it out, "Damn!"  He just pulls the battery off, and drops them on the seat.

"I ain't even got reception ou tere," I look around.

"Les go for a walk," he wanders twards the setting sun.  Past my tracks, I look down.  Footprints back to where he was standing, like he fell out the sky.

"Where man?" I dropped my hands, "Ait, waitup!"  He said he couldn't talk about it over the phone, or internet, but damn!  "Now what this all about?"

"Hh," he blows out smoke, "How'd you like to be a supersoldier?"

"What?" shake my hand, "What d'you mean?"

"You know, Weapon X, Captain America, $6million dollar man."  He reads to many comic books.

"Yeh," Shrug, "Sounds cool, now what's this about?"

"Huh!" he takes another drag, and stops, turning.  I hold my hand up to the red light, behind him.  "I was recently," looks down, "recruited," kind of dirty, the way he stands when he talks about his childood, "Into a secret government project, and they want me to recruit you."

"For enhancement?" he nods, up, "What kind of, 'enhancement'?"

"Mostly cybernetic, right now.  You remember the Deus Ex vidio games?"

Now yer talkin, "Yeh," he knows I love those games.

"Well, kind of likeat." he spreads his hands, and puts them together.

nnnnnnnn, "I," turn around, nnNNN  "Wh?"

"Oh look," the sky was dark, and whatever it was had no lights on it.  "Our ride's here."  I could barely see my car, way out there.

"Mutha," I take off, "Fucka!"

"Aw, don't waste the gas!"  Yeh, ait they got a plane, and I got a car, and miles of sandy salt to hide, and manuver behind.  I cut on the lights, took a deep breath, and laced my fingers on top of my head.  "Fucking Dr. Faggot."  C-130, lights up right before coming in, landing short, dumping out a small army, and rolling past in a blast of grit.

Crouch behind the car, it catches most of it, and I put my hands back on my head when I stand up.  "Sure you brought enough guys?" {Singer} bout 15, all tactical ninja, goggles, assault rifles wired into them, and strapped around their arms.  "Come on," Billy plucks K3 out of the leather, and drops it on the seat.  I just walk up to the ramp, at gunspoint, and they roll the car up after me.

"Nice pistol," I look down at one's thigh.  Magazine curved back from the grip to the butt, semibulpup.

"Just sit down," he flips his rifle to knock me back onto the seat, but the other two keep there's pointed at me.

"Ait," I set my hands down to the sides, fingers spread open.  Now, I happen to know the guy who invented that semibulpup, and if they had him, there's no use fighting.  "Were's Hank?"  Billy sat next to me, and I moved away.

"Back at the Base." he nodded, "Strap in, we're about to take off."  The tacninjas unsling, and lock down their guns.  Never saw any like that before, but I don't think I was imagining some familiar ergonomics in those too.  "Now, let me breif you."

Billy {BB NS}

"Hh," I slowly focussed on the screen, and the sprite centered on the button.

"Good," Len looked down.  "Billeh."  I thought he said it likeat to make fun of me, but he doesn't do that, I don't think, he just thinks that's my name cause that's how I say it.  I got it, Leonard Edward Neilson, L.E.N., as soon as I read his dossier.  Glancing at (Connect), I winked, and the paws animation scrolled over it {(Tm) Commidore}.  Google, he looked like, I tried to place it.  Not someone I met, but like, one of those bands Molly listened to.  Maybe it was the goggle sized lenses, no, something about his face.

Wink at [Images] we had it set up for a left wink back click, double blinks ignored.  "Uhh," [Project Pitchfork,] type fast, but just looking around the screen sped things up, if I didn't do stupid things like wink at the [Enter] button.  Scanning the faces, no, don't even have to wink at the feild, just backclick, [Ctrl+A][KMFDM] no, but two guys, right, it was a group, two principals, [Hanzel ü] (<) no, males, [Godflesh] no.  [Nailbomb] no, [| |

| The sprite flashes vertical next to it, "Hh," [German Industrial+EBM], wink up at [Web], down, (Wikipedia), scroll down, "no, no, n,"  Das Ich.  (>) Band photo, huge guy with twisted curled horns {Look a lot like Liggett's} and, I glance up at LEN.  Not perfect, taller, I think, but just as skinny, black makeup instead of the LENses, red trihawk instead of thin greying cornstalk hanging in a horshoe, but I know for a fact he shaves his pate, and no goggles.

"Stephen Acherman," I read, ohh, a vidio.

{Das Ich - Got ist Tod (Live @ WGT)  Youtube it.}

"OohH!" he looked down, "What's that?" eyes swirling.  Just about as nukken futz.

Knight {MB NS}

"Arright," he leaned in, "Now first lemme tell ya bout the farm.  Back east, this freind of mine runs a work camp for sex criminals.  Now Kenny, he didn't have a rough childhood, but he was a teenager when his first girlfreind was kindapped, gangraped, and eaten alive by a mad dog trainer, and his pack.  He, uh, hasn't dated much since.

Anyways, he wasn't there to see all of it, but got to hear her tell him about it before she died of a head shot she took for him.  Now, I know you aint real Psycho savy, but I betcha understand this kina stuck with him.  He graduated, went to Quantico, and become a profiler, Mannhunter, top rate." Kinda cross between Will Graham, and Hearns.  "Worked for the State Police a while, and proposed the farm to the DOC.

Now, the way he put it, it's to segregate the pathological rapists from General population, so they don't rape the other convicts, and make more.  Thing is, he uses it as a nice private place to study them.  Sexual sadists, serial rapists, and sociopaths, with noone to rape, and abuse but each other.  I dropped off Ashe there, you remember Her?"

"Uh," blood, black in the ultraviolet dark on bone white skin, "Yeah."

"Yeah, well, she escaped, with two man rapeists, who proceeded to go on a rampage while she snuck away till Kenny hunted them down.  She's still at large, and I kinda got this gig, in part for bringing her in the first time.  Anyway, were we're going ain't likeat, but it's kinda a similar deal.  Diffrence is, we're taking supercriminals, and developing the training, and technology to make supersoldiers.

"Right." Starting to get that, "So we're going to upgrade me."

"Right," he looks away, "If you survive." I look up, but he cuts me off, "Part of the reason for using criminals, and lunatics is noone else will sign up for proceedures with about a 50/50 success/fatality ratio."

"Thf?"

"Hey," he tapped my chest, "I'm not worried about you." right over my oldest gunshot wound.  "You're a survivor."

"What's this 'project' called?" I wondered.

"It doesn't have a name, I know of," he looked away, "Barely has a number.  I'm not sure how it's funded."

"And what kind of 'Technology' do we have?"  I'm on the plane, and the 'success/fatality ratio' of escape looked a bit lower than even odds.

"Right now, VI targeting, and Neuronano, looks like we'll be getting skin reinforcement soon, and cross training with other supercriminals."

"Anyone I heard of?"

LEN {BB Nude G-X}

"Hhn," I rolled my eyes, and he looked over, back at the screen.  "HnH!"

"Ah, damnit," he got up.  I curled back in my seat, "Arright, I hearya."

Finally, I blinked everything away.  I saw how he looked at me, and didn't, tried not to, finally understood why they picked me.  The way he explained it, "You don't send a predator after a predator, you send prey."  At first, I thought he was a mouse, then mighty when he undid his shirt.

Bottom up, he pulled it out, and I backwinked a capture.  How did he get the muscles likeat?  Fanning out like fingers, his belly button pinched to an (), shrugging back out of it.  Glancing to the side, I held the wink to drag out a pallate, wireframe weaving out over it, and sat up on my elbows.

Leopard print, quick change the color gradient from yellow/brown/black to red, and deep blue with purple overlap, and fuzzed the edges.  "HhH!" his fist lifted my shirt over my head, but I had a frontal model to keep playing with in the downtime.

"Nh!" black wings, pitch shifted up to his natural flesh tone, sampling from the back of his hand, and the center of his chest.  "Ooh!" they sweep up, like a U, split up the middle by a smooth pale valley.  Realtime in the right, I kept processing on the left, crossing, and cocking my eyes as neccisary.  

No belt, black tailored pants, flat front, slipping open like pages over another layer of matte black.  They slipped down, and I licked my lips, queing up the rendering software.  Lycra weave, no reflective index to differentiate the other fibers, later anyway.  Right now, I wasn't following the shorts down as much as capturing what popped up.

"OohH!" no hair, but "Cute!"  His thumb hooked over, and rolled back the tan skin from his cute pink head.

Billy {BB Moll}

"Huh," numbfuck.  Probly too schitzotypal to have sex, but he can be mollested.  About all he knew, his real experience as opposed to his fantasy, cartoon cybersex online.  Never takes the lenses off, bugeyed, reflecting the room like mirrors, but.  Anyway, I guess it explained his passive agressive mating call.

Okay, there are a few differences between these two pictures.  On the left, we have me, bulged between my attenuated head, and legs, panning up, and down as he tilts his head.  On the right, the same frame colorized by a schitzophrenic, on acid.  They swirled, bled into each other, and rippled into leopard rosettes, changing back, and forth into blue/red, with a purple line between, unchanging.

I sat down, watched my hands loosen the drawstring, feel inside.  Not bad, I don't need much, "OoHh!"

"Hh," the real reflection was gone, and the room, just a blackground with me floating out, or something with my face, torso, dog, no cat legs, and tail with just a tuft on the end, and lynx ears, but in stripes, dots, rosettes, and the vertigo inducing swirl of psychedelic color.  Soft, hanging between my legs, but I kept petting him with my thumb, and two fingers curled under.

"Hhuh," some sort of atrophy, or underdeveloped.  Circumsized, barely pubertal, but his 32 years show in the lines around his /|mouth|\, diagonal, and almost straight.  Back down his hairless chest, also atrophied, pale with pink nipples.  "HnhH!" Golum {Tolkien} belly, I crossed my legs, and slipped my other hand in my lap.  Like baby fat, but rounder, not quite ascites, but soft, with a cute little outie.

"NhnH!" can't tell if his eyes are closed, wait, a wink pulling the skin of his cheek under the shiny hard curvature.  "hnH!"

He twitches in my hand, pulses on the ball of my thumb, and I swear it looks yellowish on his pale hairless belly.

Gerber {MM Bond}

"Hello," the door seals behind the black man, and I blink, see the whites of his eyes, and only two of them.  The curved stick dissapears from his side, too.  My hands spasm, curling around, I can almost feel the pressure in my palms, pulsing.

"Uh," he looks around, up through the slanted quartz wall at the lab above.  "Dr. Gerber?" he presumes.

"Oh, I'm no doctor," they don't have degrees for what I do, "I'm just a programmer, but yes, I am Joseph Gerber."  KillHim. "Nh, you are, ?"

"Knight," he shrugged, "Wudo Ido"

"Uh," I backed up, "Sit down."

He looks at it suspiciously, "What're the straps for?"

"Your head must be anchored for the connection," step behind the rest cage to prep it, "A seizure is common for the,"{survivors}"Initial interface."

"Ait," he doesn't step foreward, "What exactly are you going to do?"

"Hh," I unfold the restraint, "You have the Medular Interface Port," he reached back, "I'm going to inject it with neuronano, Microscopic antenna which will connect it to the synapses between the nerves of your brain stem, so we can directly connect your nervous system to my computer."

"Great," he looks back at the armed guard in front of the door, "Why?"

"Mostly so we can upload the enhancement programs, like PASS."  The one he'd be most interested in.

"Whuzat?" he looked back.

"Projectile Avoidance Sensor System," I spelled it out for him.

"What zat do?"

"It senses incomming projectiles, bullets, and overides your reflexes to move you out of the way."

"So I can, (I know this is cliche') but it lets me 'dodge bullets'?"

"Hh," so the full speil, "The human body is more than flexible enough to, 'Dodge Bullets,' but lacks the microseccond reflexes, and senses to see them comming.  You don't, 'Dodge Bullets,' PASS does, and you wonder what just happened."

"Ait," he practicly jumps in the seat, "Cool.  You got any pills for me to eat?"  {Aright, they did a lot of this stuff in "The Matrix", among others in the genre.  It's cyberpunk, PASS didn't come from the Warshowski Brothers any more than 3K ultimately getting his eyes from Molly, (C) W. Gibson.  Credit where it is Due.}

"Have you taken any Martial Arts?" I slipped the tips of my longest fingers into his temples, and bent to look under his head.  Behind the dark curls, I could site on the flanges to line them up.

"A few," he shrugged.

"Well I suggest you practice it after this, for the reflex mapping software."  ClK.

"Ait," I tightened the forehead, and chin straps.

"The neuronano has to make microscopic connections to the part of your brain, and spine which regulate autonymous processes in your body, like your pulse.  You, Must, Remain as still as possible, untill the seizure hits.  Bite on this, So far, the fatalities, and parylizations have been traced to heart attacks, and nerve disruptions induced by movement of the interface port."

"u huh," he doesn't move, holds his breath while I move down beside him, slip the shoulder straps through the rib belt, cross them, then through the hip belt.  Reaching behind, I look up at the screen, and line up the spinal bar with his vertebrae.  Then I start on the arms.  "Now. In this suite, you will get the targeting software.  Like the Visual interface you have been working with, it tracks your eyes.  Movement, point, and depth of focus.  With issue weapons, and ones you are familiar with, you will be able to track, and zoom with Camera On Target equipped rifles."

"Nysh!" he closed his lips over the biteguard.  One arm done, I'd already adjusted the thigh belt.  I did the knees together, and moved up the other side.  Nodding, "PASS, and Targeting should integrate with the reflex mapping, in parallel as you gain experience."  {(c) 2020, R.L.Talisorian}

Knight {M Solo Cybr NS}

Darkness, eyes closed, shift the plastic in my teeth, lips over it.  [KLCT] next to me, on the computer desk.  Shiver, numb tingling at the back of my neck.  I can feel the top bone, right under my skull dissapear, and then the one under it.  Cold dry itch sweeping up ahead of the numbness of my head, filling up with nothin'

Ai, the hard bent bar, rammed into the ends of my ribs.  Clenching liketa cave in, every muscle in my body tightening, every bone, and joint crushed together, and everything in my nose shot out with all the air in my lungs.  I think HRRRRRRGH! is about the best sound I heard before it all went away.

"UhnNH!" I rubbed my head, and straightened out on a bed.  Dark cell, light under the door.  Knob, I pinch the bridge of my nose, it ain't locked.  Open my eyes, push it open, and step back.  Bright, I back to the bed, sit down, hand on the pillow, to throw in the face, blink at the stars.

No, (tt...+) they come together, and I look out, to the mesh stretching up to a flat metal pole.  PHT!  "Huh," it goes away.  Walk out, and look each way, hand on the bar, pick up the pillow.  "Eh!" (tt..+)  THP! I swung the door shut.

"Hoothf?" some guy, waving.  Tall, and skinny like a basketball player in a black coverall like mine.  Grey hair, and beard made his face look pointed.  

"You are awake!" No idea, not a clue, never seen im before, or the guy sitting next to him.  Shake my head, didn't see him before, not looking anywhere, head straight, bald, and I mean cue ball, white.

"Uh," friendly kinda prison, triangle with the corners cut off at the tops, guards looking down from windows.  Stairs down, noone else in the Pod.  Might as well get used to it, meet the neighbors.  "Sorry, but who'reyu?"

"Gauche," 6' somethin, pointy tuft of beard, and mustache, almost silver, "And this is my silent partner,"

"Little Joe." I think his lips move, look back at Gauche.

"High," hand out, "I'm."

"We know," his nose twitches up, like a blade with a snooty chuck of his head.

"You a," supercriminal, "What're you infor?"

"Uh," how droll, "Racketeering, murder, extortion, and bloodsport."

"What was that last one?" I shook my head.

"Dueling, and betting on it."

"Save a little for funeral costs," I wink.

"I don't lose." no expression, even the superior air stripped from his face.

"You gamble?" turn to, now where?

"No."  Behind me, I sidestep, and turn to put both of them back in front of me.

"Would you like to spar?" he smiles, spreads his long arms, and exhales.  KRKCK!
I hear his back pop, then neck straightening, chin pointed straight up.  "HhuhH."

"Sure," he said get some practice in, so I guessed fencer, and stepped foreward 
with my right foot. WH"GHN!"  I sat down, gasped, or tried to, winded, and looked 
up.

He stepped back, dropping his rigid arm, hadta be, like 10 feet, his together, and 
hands folded in front of him like a fuckin ballerina.

"U," hael nah! try to get up, "hH!" a draft behind me, cold on my back.  Where'd the 
little guy go?  Not behind me, oh there he is, sitting, right next to Gauche.  "Wh?"
Wutd he say his name was?  'Little Joe,' like Otis used to say, 'come oonn Little 
Joe!' when he was rolling for a Deuce Deuce, or Craps. "whuH?"

"Tell you what," he stood over me, "Why don't we do some other training first."

"Pass," I hold my hand up, and croak.

"Ok," over by the door.  That guy don't move, make a sound when he teleports.

"Un," get up, armed guard waving.

"Come on."

"Hh, hHh, nh?"

"Seccond door on the right," pointing down to the other guard, no sign of that guy.
My shirt ripped open at the back, feel over to the clean edge, up to the bottom of
the collar.

"Wh?" shake my head, "Hh, huh whH!"  Almost breathing agin, I can ignore it.  Turn, 
and go in, white room, high ceiling, about 10'x10'.  Knk! jump at the door, "Can you 
stop doing that?"

"No." PK!

My head moves, I had nothing to do with it, and I remember him throwing his arm out,
looking up from the pushup position, on the floor.

Ppk, a little blue rubber ball rolls away.  "So, don't get hit?"

"No," echos in the cube, "Try to stay on your feet."  He must've lef, had speakers, 
launchers set up hidden, or somethin.

WhH!  I dropped to cobra, whHW!, and snapped up into a handstand.  "Ait," not behind 
me, I cartwheeled, and jumped to kick a wall.

PK! tracking, I curled my fingers, and pointed to bring up the dots.  PK! another one, 
whirling, and thanking pop for ever tumbling, gymnatics, and acrobatics class, all 
those years breakdancing, and free running, and being pretty good at math.

"Lesse," I can't see him, but there's two balls, (8x8), so a little morena foot each,
PpPK! bouncing around like blue Bishops, a black movement in the corner of my eye.  The 
Queen, probably mispredicted that last jump, ignore the balls, and kickflip, tuck my 
legs in tighter, then out, kicking over to reverse step, and drop roll, get my feet 
under me, behind him.

Pk, catch the handball, PpPpk.

"Checkmate."

"Good," whHW he dropped down, and I jumped over, half turn to drop a foot, and kick 
over sideways to face him.  "HhHh."

Legerdemain {MFM NS, Sex.}

Very good, he jumped like a.  Smile, and bend down to pick up the handball.  For a 
schvarzheit "Now, the limitations.  The System works best with a long distance shot, 
such as a sniper, but only in your line of sight, if supersonic.  I could not have hit 
you, these make too much noise, and move too slow." show him it in my other hand.  "It 
can also be overloaded," I threw two stacks of coins, and hit him with most of 
them, "By multiple projectiles,"

"Uhn!" he hunched, crumpled around the base of his sternum, "and does nothing to 
stop hand attacks.  Or strikes from behind," I patted his shoulder, and slipped 
out.

We are forging tools here, weapons.  Warmth, softness, and a gentle hand do not 
a keen edge make.  It takes a hot fire, cold quenching, a hard whetstone, and firm 
hand to forge a good weapon.  And control, throughout.

And now, I know his game.  Simple, predictable, rules and limitations.  Wears the 
symbol well, becomes it.  

Back in our cell, I close the door, and go to him.  I come alive in his arms, feel.
Him inside me, filling me with life.  I have not heard from death for a long time.

Kenny {M solo GM Porn}

"Goddamn it," set down, run back the beta tape, lock the door.  Sigh, Billy's coming 
back to look over the body, but even I can tell he's beaten to death.

[|>] the tool shed, just one PoV, fixed in the corner.  Over the charging station, 
the signal chord is piggybacked on power.  She stumbles, thrown in, and he cuffs her hands 
behind her.

Not one of my best, just worked his way up to surveilance, still on probatory 
promotion, or he was.  Slip my pants open, it springs out into my hand all by 
itself.  Slow motion, wide frame, his hand around her, coming back with her knife, 
other squeezing her chest.

I can still zoom, backclick, and down to 200%.  She moves, leads him in front of 
the shovel, even the rust worn off.  Looking at him, aiming carefully, [>|, >|, >|]
Back of her head, straight into his chin, [>|] snapping his head back.

[<>] Splitting it, splashing her short blond hair with blood.  [|>] she stands, sideways,
between the wall, and his chest.  Stunned, she turns, steps down in front of him,
hands still cuffed behind her.  Screaming, silently, can't afford to wire it all for 
sound too.

"HhH!" close my eyes.  Her face, still on my lids, vicious, brow pulled down into 
Vs, like a Klingon, snarling, swinging her boot into his rib, bringing the knee up,
then down, stomping him to the floor, switching feet, kicking his head into the jamb.

"UnhHhH!"  Open my eyes, and pull out a paper towel.

Amanda Hunt {BG Cybr VI, NS}

It shewed me the memory me, his hands on me, in me, touching me the way Mendy did.  No, he had one of those stutering names, like Benedict, Mendele, Genevive.  Not Genevy, but that's how I still think of her, the way I member her, a baby, not the stranger I never knowed.

I shiver, under the sheet, he pulled back up, over the retyed shirt, on backwards so the strings are in front.  "hHhHh."

"Mornin, sunshine!"  Blink awake, shake my head at what looks like a blurry cartoon character.  Like Stewie Griffin, all grown up, probably strangled his mother in his sleep, and hung out with Dib Membrane to long.  (Fox, and Nicktoons, respectively.)  "Have a nice nap?"

"Uh," unbound, "No."  Nightmares, and sensual daydreams {Can'tYouJustSeeIt?!}  Quiet, you.

I think there's a real person under there, somewhere.  "Hn!" uncrossing his fuscha/pink cheetah print pajama pants.  "We can start your training now," flopping his neon green flipflop next to the blue one, he pulls a pair of glasses out of his light purple lab coat, swirling tyedie on his teeshirt, looks like it's moving.  "Hold still."

I close my eyes, pink filtered light fading on my lids, darkening.  Like round sunglasses, completely dark, fabric blinders around the side.  (Initializing...) floats past.  "These are VIsusal Interface trainers," the room comes back, and I blink again.  Through the looking glasses, he looks like the bastard child of the Hatter, and Catapilliar, stole the White Rabbit's waistcoat, ears, and Ccat's grin.

Huge eyes, somehow larger than his head, floating beside the bed, glitter falling behind him from the pink fluttering wings.  "Hiya!" unarmed, "Uhn," it still hurts to breathe, "I'm Alice!"  

"Nhnt!" bells tincled, "Or how 'bout Wendy?" transmorphed, crocodile tail, ticking, huge elaborate hat, tocking, peacock feather sweaping back from the shoulder wide brim, plucked from the tail, fanning behind him to bob tiny in the air.

"Uhn!" flip them up to my hair, whipe my forehead with the back of my hand.

Dorthy?  Reflected in his "eyes," but standing up, bed, sheet, gown, and whole hospital gone, standing, blonde curls brushing the shoulders of the blue dress, grass waving behind me in the sunlight.

Just standing there, looking down, now looked like Tyrell, in foundation, except around the huge shiny balls on either side of his nose.  "Uh!" his hand shakes, pushing them back down.  "Look up," away from the rabbit hole, "See those dots?" not down at the Ruby slippers.

"Yeah," almost to close to focus on.

"I want you to blink, first your right eye, then left."

"Hnh!" (<, >) "Yeah?"

"You have terrific eyes," can't see him, behind my blue gray irises, dilated pupils, shrinking away, blinking from his lenses.  "Now, try to superimpose those dots, into one."

Blink, (iIi) I bring my eyes together.  "Kay?"

"Good," he nodds, his bright purple eyes rolling to a stop.  "Very nice."

LEN {MG Furr NS}

A flush spread down my coat, darkening the baby blue to lavender.
Billy showed me her dossier, "Now, try to drag the sprites back up 
to the Iris sensors," her pretty eyes twitched up, then back down, 
refoccussed, and slowly went back up, slightly crossed.

Fast learner, only 23, but looks, I'm not sure.  Parts of her look 
younger, others older, timeless, like her eyes.  My coat darkens, 
dripping, chrimson.

Don't be fooled, 'Just don't set her off,' he said, 'She's a reflex 
killer, triggered by rape, and sexual assault.  Just don't touch her.'

"Hhn!" so cute, but deadly, a predator killer, pink ears waving over 
her head with her nod, going through the (uneM).  Smiling, pink lips 
pulling back over sharp teeth, fangs, like needles.

"This interface works best with visual thinkers, inhnT!" she cocks 
one eye, crosses them, and then the other, passing a command between 
them, winks to (set) it.  "You done this before?"

"I plade some arcade games," she licks where she was nibbling her lip, 
"Virtual Reality."

"Good," I left, her working on Settings, Profile, kept her Avatar up 
to see what she does.  In the bathroom, the dress darkened, like 
she'd seen my mood labcoat.  Hair lifting, twisting over her shoulders, 
now black instead of brown, red bows, bangs straightening right over her 
eyes.

"HhH!" translucent red, almost no white, "HihHh!" shiny heart earings, 
pink box purse, matching, bunny, red eyes, draped in her arm, comming 
up, gripping the black stock of a, what'd Henry call it, 'Sub Machinegun',
white tape curling down from the curved clip.

Pleated skirt, like rose pedals over the lace trim of her slip, slippers 
turning in, to black patent pumps, white socks, "ehnN!"  It twitches out, 
and I catch it, taste it, like Billy.  "HhnN!"

{Image (C) Digital Dolls, used without permission.  Also, Caroll, ...
and Baum.  Pretty much given up on the Copywright acknowledgements, in 
chapter, unless in character, most have been alluded to before.}

Liggett {Mf-F NS}

I flexed my fingers, rubbed the numbness out.  "You were good," Dr. Jenkins,
"Showed remarcable restraint."  Looks over from the road.

"Why," i slipped the chain through the handle, "Didn't," rolled down the 
window, "You," close my eyes, feel the Cool Air (Lovecraft) on my face, "r,"
swallow.

"I could have," smug bastard, "But I learned somethings from your, accomplice."

"Got a cigarette?" i sigh, try to feel it, again.

KNK! "Here," he holds it by the tip.  chWHM!

The fire, "Phf!" Winston Select, 100s, box, tucked back in his shirt pocket.
That vest taken off, with all his gear pitched in the back.  Doesn't look 
tired, he couldn't've slept.

Where is She?  "Barby?"

"No," lineless eyes, no puff of fatige under them, "Mandy.  (the one what got 
away.)"

"What about her?" I didn't know her too good.  Great planner.

"Hh," back to the road, "She kills rapist, while they're raping her."  That 
explains a lot, "Always has another knife."  Something I learned from her, 
but I held out, knowing I couldn't cut through the cuffs.  Was that fear?

And why did he throw Kera away?  "Where's Brad?"

"Your little girlfreind?" he chuckled again.

"I'm not a fuckinG DYKE!" Hh, h hH.  There She was.

"Impulse control," he warned.

"Hh huh hHh." were are we going?  Look around, almost noon, I thought he took 
us around town, but never turned off, back east.  Looking up, at the blue ridge, 
on my side, North, then.

KC barely had a Deputie's office, wouldn't give him their car no matter how 
many credentials he flashed.  Escalating, VSP, FBI,..  So, he dragged me across 
the street, bought a Bronco from the Garage, payed $10,000, 3 and a half more'n 
it's worth.  5 liter, though.

{...(c) Harris, as usual.}

Benedict {TG/s Bond Srch NS}

"hHn!" KRP! I twist the other way, grip the bannister, PRK! "nH!"  Glancing back in the cell, Keith turns away from the shaft of light, KNK!  Softly as possible, the population trippled over the last month.  Tori looks up, back down, across the yard to Gauche, Legerdemain already circling back, under the walkway.

PNKNKNKNK! I skip steps, and come around, hand on my butt.

Whered "he" go, okay, I was shocked when I read that in her dossier, but Billy confirmed it.

Splat, behind me, and sHe lowered her broad hand, tucked the pinky, and index, "Mahrime'."  Schitzo, something, like most of the innmates here, they'd have to write a whole new book for the psycology.  Kenny says she truly beleives she's the Hand of Death, allied with Ghosh, once "Left Hand" to various Mobsters.  Theres a joke there, between them, but I don't get it.

Reaching back, I feel a tear, cut down the back of my shirt down to the armor.  And right next to Liggett, already partisanizing, I can't keep Her from concealing knives, what chance do I have with the Gypsy?  The big leagues, I drove the rapist up where Billy too the Antirapist.  Hope that new pod gets dug out quick.

"Come on," I take her hand, "let's go."  Any other man puts his hand on her, he looses something else.

"Uh!" she flops off the table, but doesn't kick, and scream.  "Hh Hh HhH!"

"Where are they?" push her to the wall, catch her grin.

SHSHK! I catch the slashes on my arms, her wrists in my hands, step in, and slam my hip into her midriff.  "Uhn," armored, or not, can't breathe, can't fight.  "nh!"

"Thanks," disarm her, push back, release her arms, and tuck them away.  Shank, or shiv would belittle them, where did she even get the steel?  Sharpened down to a point, polished, and serrated on one edge, no handles.  "You!" point to the corner, "Come here!"

Too predictible, practicly led by which way I turned, staying behind me.  Stare, don't blink. "Stop!" out of reach, tatters falling from my sleeves.  "Hands up, spread those fingers," her's torn off at the shoulders.  "Good," step in to take her wrists, turn them up, back to the banister.

Standing out of reach, I keep one hand on my gun, PLK! out my cuffs, plastic, like Magneto's.  CLCKT! pull the other through, run my fingers through her's, press my fingertips in her palms.  Feel up her bare arms, to her shoulders, down her back, holding her feet with mine, pulling the chain tight on the rail pipe.  "That's right," reach back, tuck one away, "Don't move, I'll be done soon."  Two, and three, four five, and six.

"Now," get out the key, "You girls play nice."  Clct!

Not sure about that one, kinda Neuter, but I've seen her go to Gauche, them make love.  Maybe a Switch gender, only aware of it's sex situationally.  Whado I know, Billy and Kenny couldn't figure her out put together.  In the locker room, I checked my arms, barely scratches, like paper cuts, sigh, and pull off my split shirt.  Then my armor, not much shift left.  KshsHSH!

At least I don't have to pay for Uniform here.