The future feels more and more sci-fi every day. This gave me Molly Millions vibes:
> “You know about that toxin shit, before?” he asked her, by the fountain. She shook her head. “You think it’s true?”
> “Maybe, maybe not. Works either way.”
> “You know any way I can find out?”
> “No,” she said, her right hand coming up to form the jive for silence. “That kind of kink’s too subtle to show up on a scan.” Then her fingers moved again: wait. “And you don’t care that much anyway. I saw you stroking that Sendai; man, it was pornographic.” She laughed.
> “So what’s he got on you? How’s he got the working girl kinked?”
> “Professional pride, baby, that’s all.” And again the sign for silence. “We’re gonna get some breakfast, okay? Eggs, real bacon. Probably kill you, you been eating that rebuilt Chiba krill for so long. Yeah, come on, we’ll tube in to Manhattan and get us a real breakfast.”
But then they go to a secure location where they can talk.
> “You know about that toxin shit, before?” he asked her, by the fountain. She shook her head. “You think it’s true?”
> “Maybe, maybe not. Works either way.”
> “You know any way I can find out?”
> “No,” she said, her right hand coming up to form the jive for silence. “That kind of kink’s too subtle to show up on a scan.” Then her fingers moved again: wait. “And you don’t care that much anyway. I saw you stroking that Sendai; man, it was pornographic.” She laughed.
> “So what’s he got on you? How’s he got the working girl kinked?”
> “Professional pride, baby, that’s all.” And again the sign for silence. “We’re gonna get some breakfast, okay? Eggs, real bacon. Probably kill you, you been eating that rebuilt Chiba krill for so long. Yeah, come on, we’ll tube in to Manhattan and get us a real breakfast.”
But then they go to a secure location where they can talk.