The cable con\u00adnec\u00adted dir\u00adectly to a small cir\u00adcu\u00adlar port at the base of the neck, a quick turn, a sharp pain, and it locked into place.<\/p>\n
[WKUP<\/strong>] Wake up ini\u00adti\u00adated [ACK<\/strong>] Request for hand\u00adshake acknow\u00adledged. Hand\u00adshake star\u00adted. New Organ\u00adic Hard\u00adware Found. Ini\u00adtial\u00adise Ref\u00ader\u00adence Driver v0.91 Beta. Com\u00adpat\u00adible Pro\u00adtocol Request Ini\u00adti\u00adated \/ Pro\u00adtocol v.HICP42 agreed. Nego\u00adti\u00adat\u00ading baud rate \/ 64gbps agreed. Stress Link test ini\u00adti\u00adated. Link test Failed. Down\u00adgrade baud rate \/ 32gbps agreed. Stress Link test ini\u00adti\u00adated. Link test pass. [SECREQ<\/strong>] Secur\u00adity Request Accep\u00adted. Digit\u00adal fin\u00adger\u00adprint sent. [SECPASS<\/strong>] Secur\u00adity Pass received. Pub\u00adlic Encryp\u00adtion key received. Human Inter\u00adface Dir\u00adect Link Estab\u00adlished. Optic\u00adal and Audio input disabled.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Glide rail stops. Doors open, the girl exits, eleg\u00adance. Red dress, white train\u00ading shoes. Long hair, blonde. Bright red lip\u00adstick. Blue eyes. Day\u00adlight, sta\u00adtion busy. Norton stands behind tick\u00adet booth. He sees her. Follows.<\/p>\n \/ edit envir\u00adon\u00adment : make night \/ focus girl \/ edit dress : make black \/ edit shoes : black high heels \/ edit cloth\u00ading : add stock\u00adings \/ update \/ review.<\/em><\/p>\n Glide rail stops. Doors open, the girl exits, eleg\u00adance. Black dress, black high heel shoes. Long hair, blonde. Bright red lip\u00adstick. Blue eyes. Night, sta\u00adtion busy. Norton stands behind tick\u00adet booth. He sees her. Follows.<\/p>\n DAMN! Glide rail stops. Doors open, the girl exits, eleg\u00adance. Black dress, black high heel shoes. Long hair, blonde. Bright red lip\u00adstick. Blue eyes. Night, sta\u00adtion empty. Norton stands behind tick\u00adet booth. He sees her. Follows.<\/p>\n \/ apply memory frag\u00adment SMOKE1 \/ apply pro\u00adfile frag\u00adment dif\u00adfer\u00adences \/ update \/ trans\u00adpose output.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The glide rail stopped. Norton noticed the girl already at the door wait\u00ading to alight; her solitude made her an easy tar\u00adget. A cus\u00adtom\u00adary pause as the safety locks dis\u00aden\u00adgaged and then the doors slid open. \/ stop \/ save frag\u00adment as SCENE 5 \/ exit \/<\/em><\/p>\n Optic\u00adal and Audio input enabled. Human Inter\u00adface Dir\u00adect Link dropped. Norton fol\u00adlowed the girl down the block, she hadn\u2019t turned once, so con\u00adfid\u00adent and intent in whatever task she was here to per\u00adform. He kept his dis\u00adtance though as he couldn\u2019t risk being rumbled. Human Inter\u00adface Dir\u00adect Link Estab\u00adlished. Optic\u00adal and Audio input disabled.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n\/ edit scene : remove ancil\u00adlary people \/ update \/ review.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHis eyes were drawn to her stock\u00adings as her feet con\u00adnec\u00adted with the sta\u00adtion floor. She had fine legs and he couldn\u2019t deny him\u00adself the pleas\u00adure after all this time.
\nShe moved with grace and eleg\u00adance as she walked across the plat\u00adform and passing by him and the tick\u00adet booth. She must have been train\u00ading for this as she had nev\u00ader before been able to hold her\u00adself so well, nev\u00ader mind walk\u00ading in those high heels. Her hair was new too; long, slightly wavy, and blonde. He could have expec\u00adted the length; she had always been par\u00adtial to exten\u00adsions, but the col\u00adour, that was a little odd.
\nThe red lip\u00adstick was also out of char\u00adac\u00adter. She would nev\u00ader have worn red with black cloth\u00ading, not against a back\u00addrop of those deep blue eyes. Blues eyes that she said you would always get lost in like a boat on the ocean, not that either if them had ever seen the oceans. But, Em was strange like that, all the idio\u00adsyn\u00adcrasies that made her the women he had loved.
\nNorton\u2019s thoughts were inter\u00adrup\u00adted as he watched in amazement her stop\u00adping, take a cigar\u00adette from her bag, brazenly light it, take and drag, and con\u00adtin\u00adue on her way.
\nVery pecu\u00adli\u00adar, smoking had been illeg\u00adal for thirty years now, what would make her break the law so openly, espe\u00adcially as she didn\u2019t smoke? He made a men\u00adtal note to put all this new inform\u00ada\u00adtion through his per\u00adson\u00adal roam\u00ading pro\u00adfiler as soon as he got a moment to stop. Maybe that would give him some new clues as to the women she now was.
\nHe gave her a few moments, and then star\u00adted to follow.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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\nIt had been ten cycles since Sam had inven\u00adted the Human Inter\u00adface, and not a day had not gone by without him spend\u00ading some time jacked up to it; record\u00ading his memor\u00adies, dreams, or ima\u00adgin\u00adat\u00adive thoughts.
\nHe had stumbled across the plans for the tech\u00adno\u00adlogy in his fath\u00aders notes stuck at the bot\u00adtom of a fil\u00ading cab\u00adin\u00adet. Sam and his wife Clara had been clear\u00ading out his father\u2019s office after he\u2019d died. His moth\u00ader had said she wasn\u2019t up to it and thus the dread\u00adful job had fallen to them; a lucky turn of events as it transpired.
\nIt seemed his fath\u00ader had been work\u00ading on a machine that would allow for the visu\u00adal\u00adisa\u00adtion of a person\u2019s thought pro\u00adcesses, fol\u00adlow\u00ading the notion that he would be able to help people that couldn\u2019t speak. The machine would con\u00advert what the per\u00adson was think\u00ading into vocal out\u00adput. His fath\u00ader had always pur\u00adsued causes that he believed to be noble; a char\u00adac\u00adter flaw Sam always thought. For some reas\u00adon that Sam nev\u00ader knew, after twenty years of research he\u2019d canned the idea. Des\u00adpite the notes seem\u00adingly to be com\u00adplete, the machine had nev\u00ader been made.
\nSam was unable to res\u00adist a chal\u00adlenge and had been cap\u00adable enough to quickly build the machine. Being a soft\u00adware engin\u00adeer for the defence min\u00adistry he had been able to devel\u00adop the drivers required for both sides of the hard\u00adware link, and he was there\u00adfore using the machine with\u00adin six months of first find\u00ading the notes.
\nIt hadn\u2019t been without prob\u00adlems, the drivers had crashed on more than one occa\u00adsion, not usu\u00adally a prob\u00adlem, but when one side of the hard\u00adware is con\u00adnec\u00adted to the brain, migraines and hal\u00adlu\u00adcin\u00ada\u00adtions tend to follow.
\nIf was dur\u00ading a three centi\u00adcycle stretch of migraines that Sam really star\u00adted to under\u00adstand the full extent of the device that his fath\u00ader had inven\u00adted. A few modi\u00adfic\u00ada\u00adtions to the drivers, a few bug fixes, a few more decicycle\u2019s of re-work\u00ading, and the Human Inter\u00adface was fin\u00adished. Along with a soft\u00adware suit that allowed the con\u00adnec\u00adted per\u00adson to view, edit, copy, and out\u00adput their memor\u00adies and thoughts.
\nIt had been Clara that had giv\u00aden him the final use for the device. He star\u00adted to write e\u2011novels; by merely record\u00ading his dreams, thoughts and memor\u00adies, he was able to cre\u00adate com\u00adplex and detailed stor\u00adies, very quickly. He was now the biggest selling author that had ever lived. In just his short ten cycles he had sold more cop\u00adies of his com\u00adbined works than even Steven King had done in the entire pre\u00advi\u00adous century.<\/p>\n
\nThe night remained quite except for the con\u00adstant low ebb of the bio dome gen\u00ader\u00adat\u00ador. Few remembered life without that sound con\u00adstantly provid\u00ading the ambi\u00adence. A few glide cars swept passed, mainly tax\u00adis, few people dared be on the streets at this time of night.
\nEm turned into the alley after the cof\u00adfee shop. This would be his chance, he knew that route well and she would likely be alone for the next few minutes, reas\u00adon\u00adably guar\u00adan\u00adteed this late at night. He took the blast pis\u00adtol from his coat and broke into a run.
\nAs he turned the corner she stood wait\u00ading for him.
\n\u201cI was sure you were fol\u00adlow\u00ading me.\u201d She said.
\n\u201cWell, well. This isn\u2019t how I inten\u00added this to work, nev\u00ader mind, I can change it dur\u00ading edit.\u201d He said rais\u00ading the blaster.
\n\u201cNo Sam, not this way.\u201d
\n\u201cSorry Clara, all for the art, you know to much.\u201d He fired the blaster and watched her keenly as she fell to the floor; every little detail absorbed for later regur\u00adgit\u00ada\u00adtion. He stood over her body for a few moments to reflect on the women he had been mar\u00adried to for fif\u00adteen cycles, allowed any emo\u00adtion he had left, to add to the char\u00adac\u00adter of Norton, and turned and left the alley. He knew he couldn\u2019t leave her alive, she sus\u00adpec\u00adted too much about how he obtained the mater\u00adi\u00adal for his device.
\nShould make and inter\u00adest\u00ading upload, he thought.<\/p>\nRelated Posts:<\/h3>