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04/13/14 07:20 PM
Fifteen hours in. Not even halfway to Ultima. Anika lowered the brightness of her instruments to the minimum, before switching off both reading lights to allow the darkness in from outside. The glare from the navigation lights on the wings drowned out the stars, throwing sharp shadows across the cockpit, leaving her to wonder what was out there cloaked in the light. Like all good hackers, she knew the best way to hide something wasn't in the darkness, but behind blinding light. Her scanners were running at a low power level, but with the amount of processing power she was throwing at return signal, she was certain the Stealth would show up. Superconducting graphene core processors, with ANN-augmented branch prediction, heterogenous system memory and dozens of auto-reconfigureable FPGA modules could do that. As could a pair of quantum chips dedicated to doing the fast fourier transforms and hard multidimensional mathematics needed to make the IDAR array work. Anika was aware that she was probably sitting on top of one of the most powerful self-propelled computer system in Fenspace. On second thoughts, the most powerful 'dumb' self-propelled mobile computer she knew of, there were some AI's she knew that made her wonder. It was definitely the fastest, considering it was built into a fighter's fuselage. A yellow warning light flagged up, informing her that it was all beginning to warm up a little too much. A slight course change had angled one of the active radiators towards the sun. She adjusted the refrigerant compressors, before switching in a different set of radiators, watching the system temperature gauges climb back down to the deep green. She could feel the pumps buzzing up to speed behind her while valves powered open. With kiloamps going through the main powerfeeds, the only thing keeping everything from dying in an expensive cloud of blue smoke was an intricate refrigeration system keeping the cores below the critical temperature for superconductivity. The meissner effect provided defense against crosstalk and interference, ensuring data purity. The clock speed of the main cores was measured in terahertz, munching through data like she munched cupcakes. All of it was hers, and it was her. It did nothing more than exactly what she told it to do. It was an extension of her mind, her will, commanded through her fingertips alone. In a breathless moment, she wondered what'd happen if she dared try and hook up to it using her synchronisation hardware. Her bandwidth was a little limited, but as a sapiency driver? There was a giddy thrill in the possibility. She placed her hand on the keypad, enjoying the sense of power underneath her fingers. And she used it to check on the mailling lists, refreshing her inboxes to see what else had been posted about the Stealth. She hoovered up every single bit, gaining another thrill as another famous name took interest in her data. She'd sent her detection signatures to the 'verse at large and watched them get chewed over in depth. Refinements to her signature were offered and disseminated, giving anyone a better chance of finding other Stealths out there. There were questions asked by some wondering why the Stealth hadn't been spotted by anyone until Anika came along, especially with better eyes out there. The implication was plain as it was insulting. The answer of course, was obvious. Hi-Streamer had been an unknown quantity, and anyone capable of building something like the Stealth was certainly capable of knowing what ships and stations to avoid. Even with the Hi-streamer's sensors, there was no forgetting the fact that she wouldn't have spotted it without the benefit of IDAR. An IDAR signature update had been offered to her from the main list. Which meant that someone had taken her original IDAR scans, reverse engineered them to determine both the physical principals that underlied the system and how the system actually worked, used that knowledge to update the original filters she'd applied to clean up the detection signature, then offered an upgrade that let her estimate it's power output, which let her make an estimate of the target mass if she knew the velocity. She glanced at the name attached to the headers, and wasn't surprised by what she found. Some things just made her feel...inadequate. Anika sucked it up with a sigh, and applied the updates to her sensors, leaving them to search on automatic. Disappointingly, it seemed that after being threatened with a radar spike and revealed to the 'verse at large the Stealth was staying at home. "Hey Anika, what're they saying about our friend?" Mackie's voice broke her concentration. Anika pulled up a summary on her monitor "It's made of advanced dielectric radar absorbing materials, with a high-efficiency speed-drive with a passive sensor array," she summarised. "It's someone professional, with a lot of money and a lot of backing to build something like it. Which really limits who can do it to either law enforcement, one or two wealthy fen who have no reason or inclination to spy on friends, or one of the big Earthside nations." The big one flashing in red white and blue. "Law enforcement?" Mackie asked. "Unh...And I can't think of any reason they'd be interested in us so that narrows it down..." Silence answered her from the front seat. Cold fingers started to run up her spine as something he'd said hours earlier came back to haunt her. "....there is no reason why they'd be interested in us, is there Mackie?" Silence. "Mackie?" "Yeah?" He didn't really want to be asked. She knew she didn't want to ask him. "What did you put in the engine core?" "Well.... I'd rather not say right now." He took the second in such an unsubtle way, that had to be it. He'd done something. He'd done something illegal and big and he'd dragged her right into the middle of it without telling her. He'd done it to her jet... "What'd you do? What'd you do to my new jet?" She hadn't realised she'd been shouting until she heard her voice echo back at her over the comm's. "Well, with all the sensors and stuff you wanted to fit, I needed to make the engine cores smaller to fit in the space." She heard him swallow, waiting for his own mind to catch up with his mouth. "And since most of the standard fuel rod is wasted mass anyway, and it needs a big core to keep it all in. I found a way to get rid of all that excess inert mass so I could shrink the core, but it needs to be all-fuel to work..." All fuel. It took her a moment to fully comprehend what exactly he'd done and it nearly stopped her cold. "Do you know what happens if Great Justice finds out? Do you know what they'll do? That's like.... that's like...." She was beyond anger. She couldn't even finish what she said. If she was right, they didn't even risk a trial, they did what they had to to shut it down before anyone even got close to something workable. "It's not illegal," Mackie answered fast. "I checked. Only weapons development is and it's a drive, not a weapon." "That's not the point. They'll think you're making a weapon..." "But I amn't... why would I?" His voice seemed to shrink back away from her, retreating away. "I don't know. And they won't care. Even the hint of it brings out Great Justice' top Troubleshooter's to make sure." Another cold realisation fell over her. "Maybe that's who was following us? "That's why I wanted to bring it to the point of having a functional drive. At least I'd have proof I wasn't doing anything wrong. I just wanted to build a faster engine, not a weapon of mass destruction." "That's stupid! You're stupid! Do you realise how stupid that sounds?" She could feel herself getting warm inside, despite taking deep breaths too cool herself down. "We needed an engine for the Kulbit that could beat the VF-9 and these cores are about half the weight of the standard design and when you have two of them in a lightweight hull, it really makes a big difference. It was the only way to stay ahead." "By making something that's two steps away from a weapon? What if somebody makes a weapon out of them?" It didn't even matter what he wanted to do with them. All that mattered what what someone else could've done with it. "That's not it. I mean...." He swallowed again, taking time to collect himself and get his mind on steady ground. "I made sure it can't be weaponised. It's almost impossible to weaponise - harder than the original cores even; the isotope ratios are all wrong and they're a bitch to separate. If you tried to make a bomb out of these engine cores it'll just self-destruct before it does any damage to anyone but the person making the weapon. The cores are then sealed up solid and welded shut. They're designed to be replaced as a unit, not just the fuel, so there's no reason for anyone to open them except to get at the fuel. So I fitted an automatic interwave screamer powered by decay heat and batteries that'll sound a warning if - if - someone tries to open one, and the weapons control background checks for fighter-craft weed out most of the bomb lunatics anyway. The Hi-Streamer's PEPPER classification is already high enough." Anika sat there, processing through it all, comparing it to what she knew of armaments security - which wasn't all that much anyway. On one level, it seemed to check out. On another, she wanted to just turn for home and burn at full throttle, dismantle the whole jet and pretend like it and its drives had never existed. If the right person found out? If the wrong person found out, and had no qualms about blasting someone out of the sky for quick access to bomb materials? "Mackie..." she said uneasily. "I really checked everything, Anika. It's definitely legal. It's definitely safe because it has all the same failsafes as the standard cores. I'm not being stupid again." And he really meant it. He really believed it at least. "It's just, people panic when they hear the word Plutonium. But I made sure it was safe. Nobody even knows it's there." There was one obvious flaw in that. "You know, security through obscurity is no security at all." "Only three people know," he answered her. "And you're one of them. Everyone else, and every document on our servers, calls it Deltalloy. The processing details are islanded so they can't be stolen or hacked. So as far as the 'verse is concerned, it's a proprietary black box - which isn't unusual for a racing team with an edge. It's all copacetic." "I'm still not comfortable with this..." she said after a moment, staring at the generator gauges. A little more kick than gasoline, she recalled. "I know," Mackie sighed "But when you see something so technically sweet, you go ahead and do it, then worry about it afterwards. You know what it's like....." The Mad's Mantra. She hated it so much. Silence closed in, broken by the whistling of the ventilation, the distant humm of the main generators and the hollow roar of the engines. Outside, there was only darkness all way to Ultima. Anika soothed herself with a mouthful full of cheesecake-in-a-tube, followed by another, then a third. Curiosity began to nag at her as she sat in silence, begging for an answer. She swallowed her unease. "Mackie? How long would it take you to build a bomb?" "A week," Mackie answered in a flat tone. "Maybe. It's seventy year old technology, predating computers - it's not as hard as people think" "A week," Anika breathed. "Yeah. But not with plutonium, it'd take too long to get enough that's pure enough." The certainty of his voice was what really frightened her. "Do I want to ask how?" No she didn't, but Mackie told her anyway, his voice sombre as one that'd gazed upon sin. The answer left Anika sitting dumb in her seat, speechless for long seconds as she processed the implications of what she'd just heard. If Mackie was right, anyone could do it... "And nobody knows?" "Not many people know about it because the scientists at the time called it a failure. But it was a failure because it only gave a two-hundred ton explosion, instead of the thousand they were expecting," he laughed nervously. "I only found it, because I was looking up ways to make sure an atomic bomb failed." He offered a single hollow laugh at the irony of it. "And you're not going to tell anyone," Anika realised. "It'd cause a panic," he answered. "And if someone did actually try it, and made something that worked, and hurt people with it, then I'd be responsible." "You have to tell someone Mackie!" "I can't," he answered, struggling to keep his voice even. "If somebody else learns to exploit that method, and uses it, and is able to use it because you didn't warn anyone of the risk, then you'd be just as responsible." She punctuated it with a slap to the panel in front of her before folding her arms across her chest."That's full disclosure. That's the hacker ethic." "That's Serizawa's dilemma," Mackie said quietly. Looking forward, she could see his head hung low, eyes down at his instruments rather than out the window. "I need to talk to someone first to make sure I'm right, before I figure out what I do." "Who?" "Someone who might've done it before." "Done it..." Anika started, before her mind caught up."...oh" "And this isn't exactly the sort of thing you can ask about over open channels. Or closed ones." Anika slumped forward in her harness, gazing down at her monitors. A few more posts had come in over the interwave and she buried herself in it, hoping to take her mind off other things. She applied another offered patch to her detection algorithms, refining the signature further. That the big minds had taken interest proved it wasn't Great Justice following her. Or they were, and were subtly trying to manipulate her sensors to make sure she couldn't detect it. The easiest way to crack a system, was to crack the user behind it, to trick them into letting you in. Anika decided to trust the people she knew, and loaded the module. Her sensors began scanning once more, sweeping the space around the craft. Analysis was performed in real-time according to her block-diagram programmed model, before shunting it through the updated filter. She held her breath for a few cycles, feeling herself begin to warm. The orange 'contact' light began to flash out a steady, pulsing beat. A giddy spark shot thro Trailing two hundred thousand kilometres behind, right on the edge of detection at her power levels, and well out of the IDAR's field of view. But it was there onscreen. "Mackie" she said, her voice shaking with nervous glee "Our friend is back." The mailing list found out moments later.
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04/13/14 07:45 PM
Dartz wrote:Third: I deliberately avoided naming names, or saying exactly what Mackie discovered. It was a peculiarity I came across while researching the original justification. I'm cagey about outright saying what this is because it definitely wasn't anyone's intent to do it and I don't want to break the setting on people. The method is so obscure, because it's specifically listed as a failure. So, it's probably or the best to leave everything a little obscure for the time being. I just wanted to do the Serizawa thing about disclosure... Either way, this is definitely something provisional. Especially the second half.
"I need to talk to someone first to make sure I'm right, before I figure out what I do." "Who?" "Someone who might've done it before." "Done it..." Anika started, before her mind caught up."...oh" "And this isn't exactly the sort of thing you can ask about over open channels. Or closed ones."
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Another hour went by. The newbs on the list had started spamming in their excitement, threatening to give the game away begging her for the latest data now!. The old hands sat back and waited for her to do her best, whatever that may be. The sense of expectation hung over her like a shadow. This was her chance, and hers alone to do something. Data streamed back fromher sensors and she slurped it all, giggling to herself as a clear image emerged from the static mist on her screen. She could see the tail's touching at their tips, forming a delta that shielded the exhaust. She could see the hazy outline of the cockpit windows, almost eye-to-eye with the pilot himself sitting behind them. Engine intake grills shone up as a pale haze of grey flanking. Sparks shone up on the nose and along the leading edge of both wings. That wasn't even the start. It sat there, teasing her, staring at her quietly. She could feel it out there, it's silent gaze hovering over her proverbial shoulder. Anika pushed her unease down to her feet, aware that loosing her cool could cost her dearly. Especially when she recalled what she was sitting on top of. Her skin began to crawl in a way that was disturbingly alien for an android. Anika played out a digital symphony on her keyboard, her fingers working as fast as any orchestral maestro as she teased more and more from the datastream, filtering more and more of the noise It was just sitting, tantalisingly at the edge of her reach. In a flash of inspiration, she proposed the codename 'Raven' for the Stealth on the list, before promising to have an update soon. Replies came back in acknowledgement, accepting that as the craft's name. This was someone, here to see her. It wasn't Atalante they'd been interested in, but her and her new prototype. They were baiting her into revealing it's capabilities. Perhaps they reasoned that the reveal of their Stealth program was a small price to pay, to find what was a new technology, inside what might become an adversary's newest reconnaissance craft It was nice to know that somebody took her seriously, even it was the erstwhile enemy. A lucious lick of her lips split into a cat like smile as her disk-drives filled. "Any luck, Anika?" Mackie's voice dragged her out of hack mode. "It's still just sitting there," she sighed, tapping at the image onscreen."I've got the hull, but nothing inside." "Crazy Ivan?" Mackie suggested, sounded hopeful. It'd give him something to do beyond waiting "Too obvious..." "Ugh. I hate this!" Something clattered as he took his frustration out on the cockpit. "It's a battle of patience," Anika answered, keeping her voice calm. "Well, mine ran out." His fingers rapped against the panels in front of him. The sound was painflly loud in the confined space of the cockpit. Anika's first warning that he was about to do something stupid was the sound of an open radio channel hissing in her earbuds. "Hey! Gobshite following us. Yeah. You in the Stealth." There was a pause as the transmission propagated across open space. Stunned into silence, Anika watched its energy wave wash over the Stealth, reflecting right back at her."Your momma's so fat, Luke Skywalker mistook her for a moon." "Mackie!" Anika shrieked, the connection between mind and brain finally being made. "She's so hairy, Han Solo hired her as a Co-Pilot!" "Stop it!" she yelled. "Your mamma's so ugly, she cosplayed as a Slave Leia and won best Hutt instead." "You're ruining everything you moron!" "Your momma's so easy, even Biggs could stuff his torpedo in her thermal exhaust port." And worse of all, he was loving every moment of it. He just didn't care. "Your mammy's so scummy, the Sarlacc spat her out." Mackie just ruined everything! Blowing the fact that they knew about the Raven following them with one big puerile joke. If she could've, Anika would've strangled him. Oh, but he was on a roll. With Star Wars now exhausted, he switched to the next thing on his mind. "Your ma's so ugly, the AMP mistook her for a Lucifer Hawk." The more momentum he built, the more he began to sound like his sister. Anika slumped over in her seat. "Your ma's so stupid. When she picked up a Death Note, she wrote her own name on it first to try it out." A frustrated growl rose out of her throat as she buried her face in her hands. Mackie was cackling merrily at his own jokes, too pleased with himself to care. "Your ma's so fat, the Chinese guide assumed she'd fallen into the spring of drowned Hippopotamus." Idiot.She kicked the back of his seat hard enough to send a shock up her own leg. "She's so huge, NERV classified her as the eighteenth Angel." Anika exhaled her irritation in one long breath, before glancing at her monitors. "They're leaving, Mackie!" she snapped at him. And that only encouraged him to keep going. "Your ma's so desperate, she had to rape the tentacle monster to get some action." It echoed out into the void, his mad laughter chasing after the receding signature until it'd vanished entirely from her scope. "You can stop now," said Anika, her voice dripping with disappointment. "They're gone. Idiot." He was proud of it. Like a puppy that'd just taken a shit all over her carpet. He'd ruined everything, and didn't feel one iota of guilt. He was still laughing to himself, even as he tried to smother it with his hands. There was nothing for Anika to do but sit and fume while she plotted revenge.... Lebia was already making a dash out to try and meet it. Chances were, she'd pick it up and reveal all the glorious details that Mackie had stolen from her. Nobody would know what she'd done, and he'd ruined it for her. Anika sighed again, taking a moment to squashed the last dregs of her anger. "Thanks Mackie. You ruined it all on me," "Yeah well. If all you wanted was an autopilot, you should've bought one from Orion instead of asking me to fly." That hung in the air for a moment, Anika's thoughts stopping dead. Her lips pursed into a sour pout as she set the last of her data to transfer. And Mackie's selfishness had ruined it for her, just because he was bored. Madboys were all the same - once they got caught in the zone or got bored, they just couldn't think of others. Well, she thought, Another 32 hours to Ultima. Then 5 on to LBB. Still over a day and a half to go. This was going to be a long journey for the both of them. ----------
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"He did what?" Miyuri frowned. "If he was working for me, he wouldn't be working for me. You know what I mean." Anika nodded as she took another bite of her banana split. "I know, but - he's family." "And family trumps everything else. There's a saying that the Foglios have for this sort of occasion: 'Relatives are a gift from God, because you sure wouldn't pay for them.'"
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"Anika," Mackie tried. She ignored him, switching the intercom off with an angry huff. Her mind was buried deep in the underspace, finishing a few final uploads. In all likelyhood, Mackie had delayed understanding the Raven, and probably scared it off for good. Any chance of ever catching it in the wild vanished in a burst of childish insults. Lebia was out there with something special, but even 'something special' versus the vastness of space was a long shot. All she had left was the data, and the echoes of what might've been. And reasonably quick instant messaging thanks to the interwave node built into the spin of the Hi-Streamer. Miyuri was on the other end of it. Along with sympathy Aki-chan: "Mackie did what?" Aki-chan: "If he was working for me, he wouldn't be working for me. You know what I mean." Anika sucked on the tube of her pureed banana split, finding comfort in her anger. Strawberry Cupcakes: "I know, but - he's family." Aki-chan:"And family trumps everything else." Aki-chan: "There's a saying that the Foglios have for this sort of occasion:" Aki-chan: "Relatives are a gift from God, because you sure wouldn't pay for them." Strawberry_Cupcakes: "The worst part. He's not my family..." Strawberry_Cupcakes: "It's Jet that really lets him get away with things like this." Aki-chan:"Owww...." Aki-chan:"You going to stop by for sympathy desert?" Strawberry_Cupcakes: "Sorry, but we're already delayed." Strawberry_Cupcakes: "On the way home :) ?." Strawberry_Cupcakes: "I'll send the flight plan!" Aki-chan: "Ooh, we'll keep a docking bay free" She left her food-tube hanging in space while she confirmed her expected departure times from LBB. They'd planned for a two-night stay while the catgirls gathered performed their tests. The surprise came when the hanging tube tapped against her visor. She glanced around, looking for an explanation. It came moments later as a deepening whine from the engines pressed her back into her seat. The navigation computer showed the Hi Streamer accelerating through 12%. She re-activated her intercom. "Hey Mackie! What are you doing now?" "You're not using the main arrays, so I thought I'd use the spare cooling capacity to make up the time we lost at Atalante," he answered, calmly. "You could've warned me," she huffed, wiping a smear of banana-split-paste from her visor with the back of her glove. "You didn't answer..." "It's your own fault for blowing my big chance." Definitely his fault for making her mad. "That Stealth will be back," he assured her with a sick, smug certainty to his tone. "What, you know who owns it?" she snarled caustically. "It came back after we chased it and spiked it, so it's definitely interested in us enough to come back inspite of the threat," he answered again. She heard the smile on his lips and it incensed her. "We learned so much when he panicked, didn't we? And I'll bet the pilot in there will be hating every minute of his mission because that Stealth's going to be cold, cramped and utterly boring to fly all the way out and then he has to concentrate on not getting spotted the whole time. So if I keep pissing him off, he's going to get frustrated - the more frustrated he gets, the more likely he'll fuck up." Simple. Smug. "You could've told me!" She snapped at him. "I tried three times. You were too deep in the madness place to care." "I don't go to the madness place." It was called Hack Mode. "Takes a beetle to know a beetle.... You were deep in there." "I am not a Mad." She stated. "With the things I've seen you make computers do, that sounds like AC claiming she doesn't have big tits..." He laughed. He actually laughed at her. "I'm not Mad!" Anika snapped. There was a big difference between the Madness Place and being deep in Hack Mode. Madness was obsession, it was pathological. Hack Mode was the opposite - a willing State of Zen where there was Nothing but the Problem, and the understanding of data and information merged with instictive wielding of Deep Magic to find the Solution. It was peaceful and creative, rather than blinkered and destructive. Mads werre people who got lost in their mind. They get so deep into their projects that they forget everything, except for the goal at the end of the tunnel. Mads were always one step away from an atrocity, justified in the blind name of discovery and for the glory of the Project. Mad's flirted with Armageddon and Destruction. They blindly toyed with lives seeing only the promise of the thrill of discovery. Hackers escaped and broke free, while Mads imprisoned and violated. That had been the very first lesson of her life. And she was riding in something a step away from a nuclear weapon, built by a larval Mad's obsession with speed. It made her skin prickle just to think about it. Her awesome technical work had been tainted by The Spark, sublty defiled by Madness. "Fine," the voice on the other end of her intercom sighed. "If that's what you want to believe..." Anika stewed. The topic on her mind, open to all for suggestion, was revenge. Some of the lurid suggestions coming from the Underspace brough a savage smirk to her lips. "Aw man," Mackie's voice interrupted her again. "What is it now?" "This flightsuit is so uncomfortable...why couldn't we use a normal one?" She could hear him shifting in his seat, even through the intercom. "I don't have a problem," she declared, proudly. A little embarrasing maybe when walking around, but far more comfortable than the usual flightsuit and strap-down harness. And a lot less messing around when getting in and out since all the proper connectors just locked naturally into place, then unlocked with a single lever. "There's one obvious difference between you and me..." the boy answered, confirming her suspicions. "You can shift your core to another body if it bothers you that much." He was an AI, after all - it wouldn't be too hard considering he'd already been moved from the KnightWing. "Once was enough...." Mackie answered, with an uncomfortable shudder in his voice. And that begged a question she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer to. Instead, she nestled herself into the comfort of the Underspace, supporters already offering to 'adjust' Mackie's course assignments, or even his grades. A few Skids hanging on to the fringes of the list vied for her attention, offering even more devious options that whispered to the darker parts of her heart, even if she knew it'd be going too far. She relayed what he'd said to the list, waiting for the response. And now, what really made her boil - he'd accused her of being the thing she hated most of all - as if it didn't mean a single thing. The first message came through with a chirp from the panel in front of her. Visionaire: "Although he had a purile way of doing it, he might not be wrong - Logically, at least." Visionaire: "The Raven is interested in you. Enough to follow you halfway to Ultima, after a mock attack." Visionaire: "You flight plan is public and published." Visionaire: "There's a high probability it will try to track you again on the way back in." It stunned her. In green text on a black monitor screen was betrayal. Lebia's usual cool tones were clear even in text form. Abandoned, Anika slumped forward in her seat with a quiet whine from her throat. Visionaire: "It's not just you on your own out there. Both of you are a team." Visionaire: "Part of being on a team is being able to utilise all the skills of your team members. Use them to compliment your own." And the the worst part of it? Divorced from all the emotion of the moment, Lebia was probably right too. Okay so maybe, just maybe, she had gotten too hung up on what she could do herself with her cool new toy. Maybe she was enjoying being the real centre of attention for a change. But he didn't need to be such an insensitive, oblivious jerk about it either, did he? There was nothing left to do but count down the hours.
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Dartz wrote: "Freaky."Anika cringed away from the distorted humanoid onscreen. She blinked, a chilling idea entering her mind."Wait, you can use this to undress any woman?" "Ah...." Mackie's mouth hung open for a moment "I plead the second."
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robkelk wrote:The right to bare arms? <g>
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