Then at a deadly pace
It came from outer space
And this is how the message ran...
~ Richard O’Brien ‘Science Fiction’ 1975
It came from outer space
And this is how the message ran...
~ Richard O’Brien ‘Science Fiction’ 1975
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| H.R.Giger Polaroids |
Topside again, Nikos climbs from the Sporter outside the Carny. It zips away on a cloud of magnetic rain, wheels retracted now it no longer carries cargo; the crowd around the door cleaves before him without question or argument; no need to excuse himself, no need to ask.
His chip barcodes the door open without any requirement for verification by the doorman who doesn’t even record his entry in the registry.
The Carny’s Ayetee room, known as such for reasons lost to the collapse, is the coolest room in the house. It takes a lotta juice to cool a room, not to mention powering the banks of computers mining crypto, managing data, making things tick.
In one corner a small desk comprises the Carny’s surveillance office.
Nikos checks the registry: Ellie’s entry hasn’t been logged.
He runs the face-recog app: nothing. Considering the vast amount of time the witch’d spent in the Carny before the ‘38 riot, Nikos concludes that her face-ink somehow confuses the app. Given that she has almost certainly been de-chipped, Nikos is gonna have to rely on eyewitness intel.
First the doorman.
“Nah dint see come in”
“You on duty last night?”
“Bin on 4 tree day now, have u chek’d regstry?”
Nikos grunts, turns back in to the Carny, registry doesn’t see anyone unchipped.
Next the barstaff.
Nobody’s seen her.
The fucking invisible woman.
Next.
“Who is it?”
“Nikos”
“What do you want?” He clenches his jaw, it’s the tone that really gets his goat.
“I need to ask you some questions”
“What about?”
“Open the door Peye”
His chip barcodes the door open without any requirement for verification by the doorman who doesn’t even record his entry in the registry.
The Carny’s Ayetee room, known as such for reasons lost to the collapse, is the coolest room in the house. It takes a lotta juice to cool a room, not to mention powering the banks of computers mining crypto, managing data, making things tick.
In one corner a small desk comprises the Carny’s surveillance office.
Nikos checks the registry: Ellie’s entry hasn’t been logged.
He runs the face-recog app: nothing. Considering the vast amount of time the witch’d spent in the Carny before the ‘38 riot, Nikos concludes that her face-ink somehow confuses the app. Given that she has almost certainly been de-chipped, Nikos is gonna have to rely on eyewitness intel.
First the doorman.
“Nah dint see come in”
“You on duty last night?”
“Bin on 4 tree day now, have u chek’d regstry?”
Nikos grunts, turns back in to the Carny, registry doesn’t see anyone unchipped.
Next the barstaff.
Nobody’s seen her.
The fucking invisible woman.
Next.
“Who is it?”
“Nikos”
“What do you want?” He clenches his jaw, it’s the tone that really gets his goat.
“I need to ask you some questions”
“What about?”
“Open the door Peye”
| Richard O’Brien | ||
| Science Fiction | ||
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