TH3•K3Ÿ•K1D'S•PL4Ÿ

~Kitt's{19}Key:Curve's Line~

Kitt "Curve" Jamm did his thing, rigging the machine mind, remote controlling every cybernetic device within a 13 yard radius of his AI enhanced presence. The meat puppet on the gurney was all ivory white and neon red pipe striping, the malfunctioned robo-marionette dissected from sternum to stem, synthoid innards neatly flayed aside so that the unlicensed cyber~surgeon was given the best view of his comatose patients inner~workings.

"These Class 5's all fall apart FAR too easily..." Dr. Sh4d3 tele~glided into the back alley chop shop through the dirty holo mirror along the back walk, beyond the hover cycle stands and the quick fix hydro~lifts. The Dr. Was a hologram, an independent AI, a rogue Avatar; a Djinn in the machine who signed the paychecks and wrote the rule of the Code. "How goes the latest batch?" The Pr0f. multi~materialized through the rows of sky~jacked hover cycles, stolen sky cabs and dismantled Gyro-limos assembled in the hijack hideout until he was next to Curve, hard at work reanimating an inferior piece of synthoid tech in a garage lab with shitty tools and a spotty rigger connection.

It wasn't easy controlling a surgical array, seven hyper-digital interfaces all working in concert via the programming orchestration of Curve's cybonically enhanced mind. The seven laser tipped robotic arms darted in and out of the guts of the synthetic female laid open on the bio•oil streaked gurney before him; These class 5s really DID suck. Damn obsolete bio coding rendered their bodies all gooey and brittle under heavy sedation. Cutting into these bags, with these crappy, ancient, veterinarians cyber nurse tools was like hacking at wet synth paper with hot hunting knives.

"This shit is NOT gonna work, man..." Kitt threw up his hands and all seven cyber-arms mimicking his frustrated gesture splattered a blackish mist of bio•oil overhead and around them both. The gooey black splash left a momentary ebony mist within the Drs. holo-field where it had passed through his 3Digitized form. The Pr0f. waved the annoying miasma out of himself with a quick brushing gesture and turned his digital attentions to the grunt on the gurney.

"These older models are useless. Nothing more than practice dummies..."

"Uhhhm, what are you up to Sh4d3?" Suspicious, Curve crosses arms and arcs a brow at the devious deception-icon. Usually, the Dr. was complaining of incompetence and ranting over setbacks. The sudden change in the Djinn's demeanor meant he was up to something.

"Why do I have to be up to anything, Kitt? I'm not a complete idiot, Y'know?" The Dr. waved over the slick mess left of the destroyed synthoid on the gurney. "These have just been practice dummies. Seriously. I mean, look at the shitty production here..." The Pr0f. accessed a single surgical arm, reached into the pseudo-corpse and extracted the sluggishly beating heart apparatus. The sticky white and green mass slowly slid to pieces in the grip of the mono-filament pincers at the end of the mechanical arm. "...I've been hounding you for months over crap, Curve, getting you used to these decidedly barbaric tools we are relegated to use.

"Wait a minute. You've had me hacking up class 5 sex machines on purpose?! We could have been reselling these things at black marked up prices, dude! I ain't gotta tear them up to pimp them out, Y'know?" Curve was nearly livid at the thought of the moola 29 rewritten Class 5 synthoids was potentially worth! Millions! And with the proper maintenance, they'd be set for 29 synthetic lifetimes...

"Pimp them out. I like that." The Dr. gestured a series of holo monitors over the destroyed surgery depicting several angles of the same individual. "Do you know who that is?" Kitt knew exactly who it was but was unable to name her in his awed adoration. These Holo-feeds were from the sewers, not three blocks from Curve's current location. That was Pamm Jamm, seven time Kill Games Queen and holder of the record for most consecutive female lead Slash Awards.

"Now do us a favor and activate a welcoming committee. Pamm will be expecting challenges like any Killdancer does..."

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