By A.D. Bloom
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He bounced off the yielding limbs of a young, potted magnolia tree, decelerating enough that when his body fell into the soft dirt and vegetables planted in twelve foot-wide, shallow boxes below, he was only bruised and knocked windless. Alvin lay stunned in the dirt. He had to will himself to breathe. It was damp and cold, and it was like being born all over again. He picked himself up, ran the wrong way, slipped in a compost pile, fell, picked himself up again, and ran the right way this time, to a hole in the rear fence.
Delvaux detected the numerous questions his new Operator had. ” Delvaux paused, then concluded, “That is why you are here, in the Office of the Director, why you have been hand-picked for a mission, and why you are going into the field today. ” Bonnie swelled with pride, but she thought it was strange how Delvaux didn't look at her as he spoke. He avoided eye contact. Instead, Delvaux's eyes searched the miniature city beneath him. To create this second, holographic, miniature Baccha Bay City in Delvaux's office, every piece of available information, the CamNet, surveillance drones, satellites, traffic cameras, mobile computers, video phones, automobile anti-collision systems, bank machines, store cameras, retail registers – any and all data points available were combined in real-time.
Friendly forces will engage as hostile. “Fuck me,” Bonnie said as she felt pins and needles and numbness in her fingertips. She realized she'd stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk, creating a rough spot, turbulence in the flow of the crowd. People moving against the crowd's natural flow Stand Out, so Bonnie moved forward again. Dark sunglasses never hurt, so she put hers on. She pulled her curved bill, navy blue baseball cap down low. Bonnie double-tapped the edge of the cap's bill with her index finger and a thin SunShield veil deployed, shading her face from both excessive UV and facial recognition cameras with its translucent nanofiber fabric.
Bring Me the Head of the Buddha by A.D. Bloom