Chapter Fourteen - Opposites Distract

Chapter Fourteen - Opposites Distract

Chapter Fourteen - Opposites Distract

Its an accepted fact that the average American diet was worsening year-by-year, but I think it really took a hit the day the FDA merged with Nars-Mestle.

--Chef Boy Kardi, last aired episode of his cooking show Proper dishes, 2034

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We walked down the centre of the road, mostly because it allowed us to keep an eye on everything and if something ambushed us, it would give us more time to see it coming and to react. Also, it was strange and novel to walk down the middle of the street.

You ever been to the museum? I asked.

Do I look like the museum-going sort? Manic asked right back.

I shrugged. Hey, dont knock museums. I became a samurai in one.

Wow, she said. Talk about nerdy.

I blinked. Did she think I was that kind of girl? I... didnt care that much about the impression she had of me, but it still stung a little that she didnt think I was a punk. Yeah. I was with the other kids from my orphanage. It was this big PR stunt thing. Then aliens came pouring out of the sky, crashed through the ceiling and things kinda went to shit from there. I ended up with a pipe through my chest. I tapped the spot. Anyway, it turned out alright in the end.

Huh, she said. Dont have as much of a story as that.

Really? Far as I know, most people that get picked to be samurai get a shitty start. Its fine if youre not ready to talk about it, though.

She scoffed. I didnt get run through or anything. Me and a couple of... acquaintances all discovered that our go-to aug-doc was fucking with us. She touched her exposed stomach. He sold us these colon-integrated stim injectors. CISIs, you know? They can give you a long-lasting hit of something fun if you activate them. You can load yourself full of Ziggy, or Propi or your opioid of choice before a fight. Gets your heart kicking to the beat and with the right cocktail you cant bleed and youll keep going for a minute after youve died.

Something wrong with the installation? I asked. Id never been able to dream of affording that kind of self-modding. Not to mention, the orphanage was liable to rip anything too good right out of me to sell it off.

Worse. He did good work, but someone from a band I know started running the numbers and it turned out three or four of us had the same serials on our CISIs. Which, yeah, thats not possible. Turns out he hawked out these cheap-ass Chinese knock-off models. 3D printed, backroom shit. So we went off to kick his ass.

I nodded along. I was already iffy about modding myself any more than I had. It was... I dont know, just kind of squicky. I didnt mind the eye, or the arm, but that was because I needed it. The internals were pushing it. I might give in one day, but Id put it off as long as I could. Her story was like a lesson on why it could be a bad move.

Where do the aliens come in? I asked.

Oh, when we drove out to his place, its near the river, we found it getting hit up by aliens. The others fucked off, but he had clients in there, you know? Mostly local whores and shit, but... yeah, they werent going to last. Bummed a shotty from a friend of a friend and ran in.

Big fucking hero, huh?

She snorted. Yeah, sure.

She laughed then reached to the small of her back. What she came back with was a relatively small handgun. Got this thing. It fires a resonant frequency. Melts the aliens right up.

Oh, hey, I used something like that before. A lot, even. Its a grenade though. Good AOE, keeps an area safe.

She nodded, then looked at my gun, then her own. Hers was a lot smaller. I could almost see the math being worked out behind her eyes. Give me a sec, she said before frowning.

Weve got all night, I said, even though it was mid-day at most.

It took a minute, but eventually, Manic nodded. Then a box thumped down by her feet. She grinned, kicked the top off, then pulled out a much larger gun. It looked like the high-tech great-grandchild of a double-barrel. Bass-cannon, she explained.

Cool, I said with a nod.

You wearing ear protection in that suit, because this things loud as fuck.

I laughed. I should be alright, I said. Right Myalis.

One moment, I need to ask Vanguard Manics AI the specifications of that weapon... yes, your equipment should be able to handle indirect fire. Please dont take a blast to the face unprotected though. Itll make your cybernetic eye malfunction, and also melt your brain.

Should be good,I said with a thumbs up.

Manic grinned, then the sides of her head shifted and the skin over her jaw moved up and over her ears while plates on the side of her skull lowered to meet them so that her ears were entirely covered and I could see the linkages and wiring of the augs planted into the bone of her skull and jaws.

Let me try this thing, she said.

I stepped back.

Manic stepped up.

She cocked her gun which whined like a microphone getting bad feedback. I stepped back a bit more as she started to laugh and pressed the gun in against her shoulder. The barrels flipped and extended, forming a pair of large, glowing disks. The noise grew and grew until the pitch hit a point where I couldnt hear it at all.

With a single heavy whump that displaced the air ahead of her, Manic fired.

The front of the museum exploded.

I was pretty sure they heard that all the way across the city.

Ah, fuck, I muttered. Shes not like me. Shes the opposite.

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