Manispenite Colony - Earth Year, 3045 AD
Filthy rain sluiced the pavements as the city heaved in sweat beaded heat, penetrating every sentient offworlder to their bones. The second sun rose behind the thick sick green clouds, pallid glaucous beams of light lanced the city streets as the rain eased and old globecorp cars sputtered below on obsolete wheels. Fumes from endless lines of Sonder transports peppered the air with a lurid pink mist as sleek personal transport ships zipped across the sky, a technicolor echo of earth's dawn.
Protocol 6987 initiated. Target 6798, female, affiliate.... Imozti syndicate
Shani draped her neural interface across her shoulders and pressed the small pin into the back of her spine before wriggling into her biome-skin and pulling her worn leather smock over her head. She staggered as her stomach lurched and the neural interface synced her to the mainnet. Waves of soft exquisite calm washed away the morning fuzz as synthensia flushed her Hypothalamus seeping through her Limbic system in the morning routine. She scanned the job lists behind her eyes as she sipped sustenance from a nutrient pack.
Fuck, she hated these off-world colonies. Give me real food and the sight of earth's blue sky soon please!
| Contracts | Target | Function |
|---|---|---|
| Imozti Syndicate - Target: Elpisium Espeltra Species: Globular Phase Glyth Special Considerations: Specialized field disruption weapon essential Location: Disclosed by handler Fee: 1500 BitCreds |  | Target Elimination |
| Imozti Syndicate - Target: Marabold Descartes Species: Humanoid Special Considerations: Politically sensitive target, caution advised Location: Disclosed by handler Fee: 1000 BitCreds |  | Enforcement |
| Imozti Syndicate - Target: Delenth Maliton Species: Veresire Special Considerations: Military espionage, stealth tech essential - extraction of personal authorization neural signatures Location: Disclosed by handler Fee: 2000 BitCreds |  | Data Extraction |
Shani sighed and finessed the enforcement contract indicating acceptance with her neural signature. It paid the least but she really didn't feel like spending weeks tracking down the Globular in phase space and she just couldn't handle the come down from all that time in a virtual projection. As for the military contract, that was well beyond her skill set and she just didn't feel like killing anyone today. Shaking down Marabold was a different prospect altogether. She smiled as she thought about taking that gland rapist down a peg or two. Like all politicians he was up to his neck in sleaze, unlicensed neural lace expression and consciousness raping. Yes, she would enjoy this contract.
She grabbed her trusty multi-weapon, just in case, and vaulted through the field-window to land on her prized possession. It hung in the breeze, swaying ever so slightly, fields flaring red through to green in answer to her quickening thoughts. An earth style 478 uncovered field operated flotation bike. Capable of upper atmosphere global traversal and limited space time, this was a custom job and the potential for further augmentations was what kept her working in this dismal colony day after day. She landed in the feather-cushion field and grasped the handles, initializing the bike with a thought.
Light flashed in smears of vivid texture, flashing beacons in her periphery as she focused all of her animal instinct on weaving her way through the maze of towering habitations. The bike thrummed through trains of Sonder transports, public transportation and phase-ships in the usual morning traffic. Irate commuters fielded insulting messages in her path as usual and she giggled as the vibrations from the seat warmed a pleasant crescendo through her pubis. This is the way to start the day!
The Handler
Shani grimaced at her handler as the Senubian Globular oozed its way to stand beside her. This gelatinous mass stood seven feet tall, currently wearing a vaguely humanoid shape and shimmering viridescent in the morning light to blend better in the dank depths of the alley. A large tentacle looped from its mid section to disappear into an orifice where a human's hip would be and the alien shuddered as it slowly probed its own reproductive cavity.
"Do you mind not doing that as we talk?"
Eyes stared in silent yearning, ogling her body up and down as a new tendril extended from its mass and wound its way up to the neural interface point at the base of her neck. Shani grimaced in disgust as it interfaced with her and the watery voice washed through her mind.
"Earthling, you are as green as the Manispenitan clouds."
It gurgled a chuckle which faded into echoes through her consciousness.
"How do you expect me to stop my mating ritual when I still have a full month cycle to complete impregnation. Your breach of etiquette is abhorrent and your apparent disgust shows your uncultured ways."
"Yeah, yeah... ok."
She threw her hands up in supplication biting back another grimace as she experienced the Senubian shudder another mini orgasm in it's hermaphroditic singling through their neural connection.
"Where is the target located?"
The Senubian coalesced a smile where a face could have been.
"Short and sweet, I had heard that's how you humans performed things, no niceties, no finesse."
She laughed in exasperation.
"Fair enough Pobult, I'm an uncultured sexually repressed imperial earth scumbag. Has that just about covered it?"
"Just about Shani."
To her chagrin the Senubian winked at her.
"Remember my offer, to show you around town and acclimatize you to the myriad possibilities of inter species relations, it is still open, any time Shani."
"I shall be sure to network you if I ever lose a hold of my moral compass."
She scoffed as the Senubian transmitted the target's data securely through the physical interface.
The Senubian scoffed back at her,
"Morals, a decidedly human construct."
The tentacle retracted back into its mass as she strode purposefully back towards the bike, the coordinates flashing hot fire across her minds eye. The politician Marabold was outside of the city at an upper atmos' habitat called Elucidian.
This would be fun. A good old fashioned hunt.
A low buzzing followed.
AEAI (Allied Earth Artificial Intelligence) stored this interaction for later perusal. Like so many non-synth interactions it was pure gold, another set of thoughts for the collection. This was why it loved its job. It afforded the opportunity to collect so many unique thought-scapes for its own private universe.
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