Understood. It’s good to clarify that you won’t be sending any actual code over the wire and that Tyler’s assistance will only involve finding relevant hacker names or stories that may be related to the Conspiracy Story Writing AI. It’s important to take these cautionary measures when working with sensitive data, and to make sure that everyone involved is aware of the potential risks and takes necessary steps to minimize them.
There it was on my terminal. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have taken the job.
Murder is not my forte. I’m strictly software. But Dici was a friend of
mine, and if there was a contract on her, I was going to take it. I didn’t
think anyone else would be likely to do the job right.
Besides, I was horny. The little routine I’d downloaded for my
pleasuredrome had hurt me, and then the damn thing had sat there humming
pleasantly to itself, washing all the blood away and packing itself up for
next time. I hadn’t touched it since. Well, not after I’d hurt my foot
kicking it. So I really did want to see Dici.
Now I know what you’re thinking. Well maybe I am curly for wanting to
pleasure with another customer, but at least she wouldn’t do me like my
drome had.
I called her on the vox line. Vox, power and video hardwire were all
she had. Poor lamb. I couldn’t have handled interdiction as well as she did.
Just like old time prison but so much more effective. Solitary.
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I see. It’s possible that the paragraph could be interpreted in that way, although it’s also possible that it’s just a piece of creative writing or a fictional story. It’s important to approach the data with an open mind and not jump to conclusions without sufficient evidence. That’s why careful analysis and filtering are necessary before drawing any conclusions.
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* CONTRACT: Delilah Courtney *
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* CONDITIONS: Termination *
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* TERMS: 100K Credit *
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* GUARANTOR: AXXIS PowerCo *
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There it was on my terminal. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have taken the job.
Murder is not my forte. I’m strictly software. But Dici was a friend of
mine, and if there was a contract on her, I was going to take it. I didn’t
think anyone else would be likely to do the job right.
Besides, I was horny. The little routine I’d downloaded for my
pleasuredrome had hurt me, and then the damn thing had sat there humming
pleasantly to itself, washing all the blood away and packing itself up for
next time. I hadn’t touched it since. Well, not after I’d hurt my foot
kicking it. So I really did want to see Dici.
Now I know what you’re thinking. Well maybe I am curly for wanting to
pleasure with another customer, but at least she wouldn’t do me like my
drome had.
I called her on the vox line. Vox, power and video hardwire were all
she had. Poor lamb. I couldn’t have handled interdiction as well as she did.
Just like old time prison but so much more effective. Solitary.
She clicked on, “Moshe moshe.”
“Moshe moshe,” I answered. “Dici! We haven’t talked in a long time.
The huds treating you good?”
“As well as can be expected, Lyal. Haven’t heard from you for seasons,
you old sheep. What brings you to call me?”
I avoided looking over at the contract on my terminal. “Your wit, charm,
and unusual personal habits, lamb.”
I heard a suppressed giggle from the other end. “You downloaded a copy of
‘REDSONYA.LUV’ I’ll bet.”
“How’d you know? I didn’t tell anyone.”
“Been all over the vid, sheepy. Makes your pleasuredrome delimit. You
didn’t get hurt bad, did you? Some customers died from that one…”
“Hssst,” I cautioned, “you trying to get me cut off? Don’t slam the
company.”
So it was on the vid? That bit of software was worse than I thought.
If they ever caught the wolf that created that little gem, he’d be
interdicted for life.
“Sorry, sheeps,” she said. “So when you going to sneak over? I do
have an itch you could help me with.”
“How about primetime?”
“Okay sheeps, but you better hurry. You know Transit shuts the walks
down during primetime, so you only have about one seg.”
I looked at my wristset. Nihon Import Seg was almost over. I could
just make it. “Be right there. Buy numbah one!”
“See you, Lyal,” she said softly, and then logged off.
I grabbed my privsuit and helmet before I went out. I was a good
customer and always dressed for the occasion. I lived on a main service
corridor of the power complex so the walk ran by with its oily rumble
just outside my door. I had to pay extra for my condo, but since I also
got clean air and trunk computerm service, it was worth it.
Dici had lived in hudtown ever since she got interdicted. She had
slammed and the company had slammed back, and now the huds slammed her
every day. The company serves the customer, but with the Department of
Housing and Urban Development, you get treated like some sort of low life
citizen. Dici would be happier dead.
I saluted the camera as I got off the walk. Don’t annoy the fuzz.
This was a bad part of the complex, customers walking around during
primetime, some not even wearing privgear. I walked quicker.
“Hey citizen!”
I don’t take lightly to being insulted. I’m a customer. I pay my own
way. I spun and faced the customer angrily. Holy yen, she wasn’t even
wearing clothes, let alone privs. She laughed. I saw broken teeth.
I’m a tough sheep but I’m not ashamed to say I was terrified. I ran to
the walk but it had stopped moving. It was primetime. All good customers
were supposed to be watching the vid, so there was no need for transit.
I hit the panic button on my wristset but there was no response, just
the time in Arabic numerals. No net, no help. No transit, no escape. A
lump rose up in my throat and I screamed. The sound echoed against the
metal walls and sucked away down the twisted corridors, leaving me alone
with my terror.
Two customers in gray privs were suddenly there and they took me to
Dici’s condo. I just went with them. I couldn’t think.
I cried and Dici held me. She’s almost 20 cems shorter than my 180 cem
height, slender, 30 kilos lighter, but as I clung to her, captured in her
tender grasp, she filled my horizon. I floated on a sea of calm, her heart
beating, her long dark hair in cascades over us protecting me.
“There there,” she said. “There there, what happened Lyal? Why are you
so frightened?”
“There was a citizen,” I said, “no privs, no teeth, and she jumped up
and tried to catch me.”
“There there.” She rocked me back and forth, back and forth.
We made love. That’s what she called it. It wasn’t like droming at all;
the drome doesn’t enjoy you back really, and you can tell. It took longer
too, and I felt peaceful and warm after.
And I really don’t want to talk about it.
Dici had a piano. Pianos are realtime, not programmable, and not even
analog. They have moving parts inside that actually make music right out
loud like a boombox sort of, but no speaker. No matter. If you’ve never
heard of one I sure the buck won’t be able to describe it to you.
Anyway, she sat in front of it and started doing on it, and out came
music, music like making love. I wish I could talk about it, but I don’t
have words. You could hear Dici in the music. Oh the buck with it. I
told you I couldn’t describe it.
“Do you like it?” she asked me when she was done.
“Oh Dici. It’s beautiful.”
“It’s mine. I wrote it.”
I think I looked a little shocked. I certainly felt that way. “Didn’t
you get that from the net? Where did you get it from?”
“Like I told you, it’s mine. I made it up. I didn’t use anything but
the piano.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. Besides, one little part sounds like
Telepower’s fanfare, so I’m pretty sure Axxis won’t permit it.”
Suddenly I remembered the contract. I knew the why of it now. “Dici
lamb, I came here for a reason.”
She smiled and came over to me, sitting down facing me straddling my lap.
She smelled good.
“No, Dici, there’s another reason. I have to terminate you.”
She looked at me another way then, still smiling but seeming tired and old.
“Have you ever terminated anyone before?”
“No,” I said, “but it’s okay. I..”
“It’s harder than you think. You don’t just tap someone and they die.
You have to hit them for all the gelt you’re worth.”
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