Manufactured for Sin

14 Politics and pigeons

I adjusted my sunglasses to fit my fake, cloneGarth nose, impatiently waiting for my target to arrive. The gentle wind blew around the serene public park, as I tried not to look directly at the surveillance bird on the ground nearby. A man in a grey suit approached the table. He sat down, placing a suitcase on the bench where he was about to sit adjacent to.

"Good afternoon, Senator Ralla." I said in Garth's voice.

"What is this about?" He impatiently huffed, brushing his greasy grey hair back.

"You're skimming money, and cheating on your wife with your secretary." I said with a smirk.

"How the hell did you know about that?"

"I didn't, you just told me. I assumed one of those was true, you are a Senator after all." I replied.

"Shit...walked right into that." He sighed, shaking his head. "So what kind of outcome are you expecting from this, mister...?"

"Garth Danes." I said very clearly. "Garth with a G, Here's my business card. I'm an amateur photographer, and I have connections. I blackmail people for money, and I assure you I can get all the evidence I need now that you admitted your guilt."

"Listen here you little bug-shit. It's people like you that are the reason I'm defunding the food supply. Unemployed mooches like yourself, living off the system and costing us money is why we can't fund better security. If people don't have to work for a living, they get lazy and entitled. I'm cutting the food budget so people like you will have to work instead of lounging around and blackmailing people." He preached.

"So the fact that it defunds food supplies for kids and the disabled doesn't matter, you're just doing it out of the good of the colony, not just to buff your own security guards and get kickbacks?" I smirked.

"You sound like the other Senators. You wanna talk moral grounds while blackmailing me? Of course I'm looking out for myself, I'm a politician, we all do that. The bottom line kid, is that you have no evidence of anything I've done, except this conversation, and I'm wearing an audio blocker. A 2-bit criminal like you isn't about to spent 10 grand on a technological counter-measure, so all you have is hearsay and your word as a lazy halfbreed bum, that I said anything. This meeting is over, you can go fuck off and die like the other lazy bastards on food rations, too insignificant to matter." Ralla snipped, standing up to leave.

"It would be a shame if someone put a bullet in your head." I said from Garth's mouth. He slowly sat back down.

"You have no idea who you are dealing with, Garth. I have more connections and pull in the damn stripclubs alone, than you could hope to enlist at all. I could have you thrown in prison for even saying that, even if this conversation wasn't secure. I could make one phone call and have you executed like THAT." He said, snapping his greasy old fingers. "How dare you even think you could con me or threaten me. I'm a Goddamn Senator. If I so much as ever hear your name again in any conversation, you'll be the one with a bullet in your head. I'm late to something now, thanks to this waste of time. So however you got my persona address and my schedule, pretend you never heard of me, if you intend to survive on this Tier. I own this damn tier, and no Overlord or Senator can stop me, let alone a half-assed criminal like you. In fact, just for the insult, I expect you to vote for me next upcoming election. It would be a shame if you were to, say, step into traffic. You know these humans and their cars, always bypassing to manual steering. Someone could get killed, and nobody would care." Ralla said, standing up and aggressively adjusting his tie.

"Good luck with the elections, Senator." I replied with a smirk, trying not to make a distinctly "Gizzy" face even in Garth's cloned body. He shuffled off angrily, as the security bird circled the table. "You're gonna need more then luck to even make it to the voting ballot." I chuckled, now skimming the evidence I need. "Good birdie."

Greg stood at the computer terminal as I peeled my luscious female Osirian form from the cryo-tube, and let the Bug-body freeze in the other. Good to be back in a real body. Those organic ones smell weird.

"Alright, got the pigeon footage loaded, un-tampered for evidence. Ralla and Garth, on surveillance, talking about blackmail and killing each other. 2 birds with one...uh, bird so to speak. Only Loose end now is Blondie and that evidence." Greg sighed.

"Divide and conquer, our favorite game. It's a shame we have to worry about a stupid phone the whole time or it might be kinda fun." I chuckled.

"It is kinda fun, the risk makes it exciting, and now that we're being manipulated by a good looking woman instead of a buggy meth-primate, it almost just feels like our last marriage." He hinted.

"There's a reason we divorced her. I swear if she's just Jenny, and the plot twist is that it was her the whole time, and we never mentioned her up to this point, I'm gonna be as pissed as the readers." I said, discreetly glancing at the audience.

"That's just lazy writing. You can't introduce a plot twist with a character you haven't mentioned yet, but set it up like she was there the whole time. What is this...A Shamalan directed film adaptation?" Greg asked, as I abruptly slapped him across his bearded face.

"How dare you." I whispered.

"Sorry. You didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that. We need to do this right, follow through with the plan, and worry about "totally not Jenny" later. The fireworks are tonight, so it's now or never. Just relax and stop thinking bout the new problem, just enjoy the opportunity to kill someone we hate, just like the old days. Here, I got you a present that should cheer you up." He said, returning to my gaze with a cardboard box at crotch level.

"You didn't just cut a hole in a box and put your dick in it with a bow, did you?" I asked dryly.

"You'll have to open it to find out." He smirked.