Chapter Five – Professionalism

Chapter Five – Professionalism

“The importance of Samurai in our modern society cannot be overstated. In the 1900s there was a surge of popularity centered around celebrities, especially in the West. Movie stars, musicians, sports stars. They became the idols of their generations, faces and names known to all.

That is why it is imperative Nimbletainment continues to be the predominant holder of the image rights of Samurai across North America.”

–Nimbletainment CEO during a company-wide brief. 2037

***

“So,” I said. “How?”

“What?” Deus Ex asked.

I gestured to the television where Katallina’s face was still displayed. “You want me to find that girl, right? How?”

Deus shrugged. “I don’t know. You figure it out. It’ll be like a test or something.”

“Or something,” I repeated, deadpan. I gave her my flattest look. “You’re real professional, aren’t you?”

The girl bristled at that, sitting straighter in her seat and glaring right back at me before her face twisted to neutrality. “Fine,” she said. “If you need someone to baby you, I can take some of my precious time to help you.”

I snorted. Maybe that would have tweaked the pride of someone who hadn’t had my stellar upbringing, but it did nothing for me. The kittens regularly came up with better insults. “So how do you expect me to find her? Better yet, how would you do it?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll give you a packet with her info.” The moment she said that, I got a ping in my vision, an email.

I blinked a few times to open it, then noticed that I had five digits worth of unread emails. “Damn, how come my email hasn’t blown up yet?” It was a good thing I was using one of the free email services. Some charged a fee for every email. Those usually had all sorts of encryptions and stuff, and they claimed not to sell your messages to advertisers, but I never got anything important enough to warrant that.

I might have had something to do with that. You receive a lot of spam. And viruses. Also, images of genitals. The news that you’ve become a Vanguard isn’t widely circulated yet, but some people have connected the dots.

I winced. “Just delete all the nasty ones… well, keep the nudes if they’re tasteful.”

No.

The afternoon was turning really sour, especially compared to the morning. I opened Deus Ex’s email, then stared at an image of Deus Ex giving me the finger before a plain background. “Uh.”

Oh. The information is all in the image. It’s stored in the image’s pixelation, with different colour values representing different bits in hex. The sequence to read these is randomized with the code to decipher the randomization written as a multiplication of the image’s resolution. Once the actual code is parsed, you need only de-encrypt it. It’s a bit simple, and I’ve no doubt that even some humans could figure it out given a few hours, but for non-sensitive information it will do.

“Uh,” I said.

“You know, talking to your AI out loud is generally a sign that you’re really new,” Deus Ex said.

“That might be because I am new,” I said. “Besides, it’s impossible to snark through text.”

Deus Ex placed her hands on her knees and got to her feet. “Right. Well, that package has everything we could trawl on Katallina in a few minutes. It’s got her last known location too. I’d start there. Ask your AI for help, it’s definitely smarter than you are.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that one.

“Cat?”

Both of us turned towards the kitchen to see Lucy walking over. She was a bit bow-legged, and had a hand trailing against the wall to keep her balance. She was wearing a nice set of silken pyjamas, no doubt stolen from a drawer somewhere.

“Hey Lucy,” I said. “Wanna come over and sit?”

“Ah, yeah, sure,” she said. “My legs are still wobbly.”

“Disgusting,” Deus Ex muttered.

I wanted to give her shit for being rude, but with Lucy’s MS being cured and all, there were only so many possible reasons for her to feel wobbly and Deus was probably thinking the right thing.

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“Who’s this cute little girl?” Lucy asked as she came closer.

Deus Ex’s face registered her disdain for the comment clear as day. “I’m Deus Ex,” she said.

“That’s a very cute name,” Lucy said. “Did you pick it out yourself?”

If I hadn’t known Lucy for as long as I did, I would probably assume that she was being genuine, but I knew that slight shift in her voice too well. She was messing with Deus Ex.

“Right, I’m done here,” Deus Ex said. “Stray Cat, try to find the girl. She might be dead, or she might be in trouble with some corp or the government. If she’s fine, then… just don’t be yourself around her. Maybe give her my number? And if she’s in trouble…”