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<strong>Shadowrun</strong> Caroline Spector - <strong>Worlds</strong> <strong>Without</strong> <strong>End</strong><br />

fact that he had an elf for a neighbor. What was it he<br />

called me? Ah yes, a pointy-eared, pencil-necked,<br />

daisy-eating nigger. The last I assumed had to do<br />

with my skin color. It took every ounce of selfrestraint<br />

I had not to slowly pull his tongue out his<br />

hoop the hard way.<br />

But the Brits had an annoying habit of frowning<br />

upon murder. Especially when it involved a human<br />

and any sort of "meta" being. However, there were<br />

plenty of elves among the nobility in the UK, and I<br />

actually had good relationships with them. I hated<br />

to bum karma with them on someone who would be<br />

more annoyed by my continuing presence.<br />

I turned and made my way back to the house. The<br />

fog had burned off finally and it was looking to be<br />

a rare sunny day. My security system let me back in<br />

with a cheery, "Good morning. It's October 20,<br />

2056. The temperature is 9 Celsius outside ..." It<br />

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rambled on and on, and once again I reminded myself<br />

to have the thing removed. But I always forgot.<br />

So tomorrow it would be the same, "Good morning.<br />

It's October 21, 2056. The temperature is ... blah<br />

blah blah."<br />

As I pulled off my boots in the mud room, I found<br />

myself whistling an old tune. Well, maybe not whistling,<br />

more a tuneless wheeze.<br />

Look on the bright side of life . .. dee, dah, dee<br />

dee deedilty dah.<br />

I couldn't remember any more of the words. That<br />

used to drive Caimbeui crazy when we were together.<br />

My inability to remember more than a few<br />

snatches of lyrics from any song. Sometimes I even<br />

got the words wrong. What was that called? Oh, yes,<br />

mondegreens.<br />

The kitchen was warm and I set the kettle on to<br />

boil on the flat heating element. I went upstairs and<br />

started the water for a bath. Stripping out of my<br />

clothes, I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around<br />

me. The kettle had begun to whistle and I went<br />

downstairs to fix tea.<br />

In a few moments I had a tray all set to take upstairs.<br />

Sheer decadence to dispel the night fears. Tea<br />

and scones while taking a hot bath. Maybe later I'd<br />

read—from a real book with pages.<br />

I'd just settled into the tub when the telecom<br />

beeped. Happens every time. As the machine picked<br />

up, I heard Caimbeul's voice.<br />

"Aina, I know you're there," he said.<br />

I gave a universal gesture for contempt and went<br />

back to drinking my tea. I hadn't heard word one<br />

22<br />

WORLDS WITHOUT END<br />

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