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40<br />
. . . the idiot’s Guide<br />
to the Matrix . . .<br />
SueZ pulled at the edges of her dress as she squinted across the virtual dance floor, a futile<br />
effort to modify her icon’s appearance. She knew it had been a mistake to let her boyfriend play with<br />
her commlink, but she couldn’t wipe her ID trail or radically modify her profile on her own. Her offthe-rack<br />
avatar wouldn’t have been allowed access to this place, so she needed him to reprogram her<br />
usual boring goth-cheerleader look. As a result, her social debut saw her wearing something that<br />
looked like a Victorian trid show period piece made entirely from vinyl. Next time she saw him, they<br />
were going to have a talk about taste.<br />
She tried to summon up an aura of confidence she didn’t feel. If her parents caught her doing<br />
this she would be very, very dead. SueZ reconfigured her emotive filter to hide her nervousness and<br />
slipped between the various … things blocking her path. The first advice she’d heard about this place,<br />
long before she found the hidden path to its doorstep, was to mind her manners. She was sure she<br />
could clip right through most of the “people” chatting to each other in the club, but she was just as<br />
sure she didn’t want to anger the natives.<br />
The natives were definitely the most interesting part of the club. The appearance of the space<br />
changed on a regular basis, but it wasn’t anything cutting-edge. Tonight the club resembled a dimly<br />
lit dive bar out of ancient history. Brassy music blared from the speakers, and the simulated smoke<br />
and smell of tobacco floated through the air. The patrons, by contrast, ranged the gamut of avatar<br />
sophistication. One user had painstakingly created a pudgy middle manager, right down to the dandruff<br />
on the shoulder. He was speaking to an animated creature of fire and lava wielding a spiked<br />
battlehammer. Well-crafted, but not the avatars SueZ was seeking.<br />
In the shadows by the bar, a pair of trim avatars waved in her direction. The one resembled<br />
some sort of winged she-devil, all leather and spikes, while the other had soft white feathered<br />
wings and a halo glow around her head. The two moved in mirror image to each other as they<br />
drew SueZ near, guiding her closer to the bar. The bat-winged avatar smiled, and handed her<br />
a simulated drink. In her hand the glass was cold, and in the glass swirled a purple concoction<br />
swarming with damned souls.<br />
“Off-the-rack tech, ne?”, the angel asked with the echoing voice of a choir.<br />
“Y-yes. Sorry. I, um. I have it.” SueZ held the glass tightly, staring at the swirling faces in the<br />
brew. “Can you get me out?” The women exchanged glances.<br />
The demoness leaned close. She smelled of brimstone. “You will get us your parents’ passkeys?”<br />
SueZ took a deep draught of the purple liquid, nodded, and said “Get me out of the arcology,<br />
and I’ll get you whatever you need.”<br />
Unwired<br />
Simon Wentworth (order #1132857) 9