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Point of Sale
Motoko checked her watch- yes, right on time. It was unnecessary of course, but habit nearly as old as she was still lifted her wrist and turned her eyes to glance at the antique analog display. The wrist was expensive, but the watch was irreplaceable- unlike what carried it.
In fact, that was what brought her to the intimidating building in front of her. One of the larger islands, this, like many others, held a teeming metropolis to suck the money off the beaches. This was Veratech Inc., a shining facade of mirror-tinted windows and gleaming brass that catered to the heaviest end of the well-endowed Security they had been assured was so competant as to warrant the complete abandonment of weaponry. Specifically, they made robotics, which was why the Major was here, today. Her new-minted spare shell would be waiting.
It had been simplicity itself for Motoko, with her skill and her hardware to convince her new on-world bank account that it was both government, official, and possessed of a generous expenses purse. She herself was dressed in a sleek, professional button-down and skirt, with a pair of glasses that did double duty hiding her eye color and giving her an official, professional look. Purse in hand, she pushed open the doors and paced past the gleaming lobby and it's stern-looking receptionist. The woman waved her by and Motoko lifted a hand to aknowledge it.
She was, of course, expected.
It was only a moment before the smiling, too-polite representative put her aside to wait in a relatively public waiting room. It was a sparsely furnished thing, as opulent as the rest of the place, but meant to bring focus to the gleaming glass window that dominated an entire wall. It was a tank, on the other side, filled with viscous oil coolant and the gently tumbling half-assembled example of Veratech's finest work; an android, much in the fashion of Motoko's prosthesis. She took a seat with her back to the wall and watched the panels slide into place, silently counting down the minutes.
This was a place where anyone who asked at the front deskcould be admitted, could watch in awe as the weapons that protected these islands from criminals was assembled. What was taking them so long?
In fact, that was what brought her to the intimidating building in front of her. One of the larger islands, this, like many others, held a teeming metropolis to suck the money off the beaches. This was Veratech Inc., a shining facade of mirror-tinted windows and gleaming brass that catered to the heaviest end of the well-endowed Security they had been assured was so competant as to warrant the complete abandonment of weaponry. Specifically, they made robotics, which was why the Major was here, today. Her new-minted spare shell would be waiting.
It had been simplicity itself for Motoko, with her skill and her hardware to convince her new on-world bank account that it was both government, official, and possessed of a generous expenses purse. She herself was dressed in a sleek, professional button-down and skirt, with a pair of glasses that did double duty hiding her eye color and giving her an official, professional look. Purse in hand, she pushed open the doors and paced past the gleaming lobby and it's stern-looking receptionist. The woman waved her by and Motoko lifted a hand to aknowledge it.
She was, of course, expected.
It was only a moment before the smiling, too-polite representative put her aside to wait in a relatively public waiting room. It was a sparsely furnished thing, as opulent as the rest of the place, but meant to bring focus to the gleaming glass window that dominated an entire wall. It was a tank, on the other side, filled with viscous oil coolant and the gently tumbling half-assembled example of Veratech's finest work; an android, much in the fashion of Motoko's prosthesis. She took a seat with her back to the wall and watched the panels slide into place, silently counting down the minutes.
This was a place where anyone who asked at the front deskcould be admitted, could watch in awe as the weapons that protected these islands from criminals was assembled. What was taking them so long?