Rough Writing

Xinshen was sorting through some final data retrieved by the Sun-Lao AI as his body modification subroutine notified him that it was finished. Based on his gathered information the most vulnerable to bribery individual would begin their shift in the next twenty minutes. Xinshen sat up from the dirty ripped couch as a completely different person. He appeared now to be much more of a she in her early twenties. His hair was now cropped short, eyes wide and almond and his waist was slim with round hips. He had a modest but noticeable bosom now and his clothes had morphed to accentuate his curves. He now looked like a very attractive local young woman in modern clothes who probably had decent credit and a silly job like a designer. He pulled open one of his small bags and expertly applied makeup and then began packing his gear.

With all his gear tucked securely into their respective locations in his backpack and small non-descript duffel bag Xinshen headed towards an exit. He silently signaled one of his drones to come pick up his materials. As he exited the dingy hotel a small dark shape was waiting for him. He hooked his bags to it and they took off with a small whine. Smoothing his clothes over his hips and adjusting his normal brisk walk to be more sanguine he started walking down the street towards the clinic.

The neighborhood bordered the outer slum ring but was considered fairly safe. The clinic itself was of course one of the more shady ones. People came there from the more pristine parts of the city to have augmentations they didn’t want registered. Any official who stopped by for an inspection was typically just going to inspect only how much more his bank account would increase from the bribe he’d receive to just move along. Most government interference would only cause harassment in the form of utilities suddenly dropping power, data lines being corrupted, maybe a rival corporation’s actions would be ignored. It was usually just worth it to pay off the official and continue with business as normal.

Xinshen walked through the glass doors and flashing logos into a crisply clean augmentation clinic. Putting on a nervous and vulnerable air he stood in line waiting to talk to the counter agent. “Hello, welcome to Hei-pon Medical, how may I help you?” a slightly bored looking young man said with his face half way hidden behind a glowing panel. He looked up and Xinshen inwardly rolled his eyes as his behavior tracking system let him read lust on the man’s face at the sight of him. It never ceased to bring a smidgen of amazement that people would let themselves be read and controlled by their own bodies. Xinshen crafted a skittish response as he tucked some hair behind his ears and slightly parted his mouth as he responded. “I’d like to discuss an augmentation with James Fu Qu if I could please”. Fu Qu was his mark, and notoriously known as a womanizing and very unethical augmentation technician.

To sell it Xinshen put out his slim white hand and said “Read me, I’m sincere”. The counter agent was completely in his thrall now. The agent pulled up a press pad and gestured to it saying “Oh I’m sure you are Miss…?”. Xinshen pressed his thumb against the pad and coyley  looked down at himself as the agents computer beeped and showed the agent exactly what Xinshen wanted. “Miss Xiao Mei? Of Da Tang Co? how very nice to meet you” the agent said with some enthusiasm. Xinshen expected the fake id and fake burner contact info would somehow make its way into the silly agent’s personal data and he’d get asked out, again. “Everything looks great on my end, if you’ll take a seat we’ll call you back to meet Mr. Fu Qu in about 20 minutes. If you need anything please let me know” the agent said with a goofy grin. Youth are so easily manipulated Xinshen thought. It had been a long time since he would have considered himself young. He slowly walked over to sit down in a white leather cubed styled chair and waited.