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Run ye to and fro through the streets of Jerusalem, and see now, and know, and seek in the broad places thereof,
if ye can find a man, if there be any that doeth justly, that seeketh truth; and I will pardon her.
- Jeremiah 5:1
You pull the cable from your datajack and as the very last of the BTL finishes firing through your synapses, a current of sorrow goes through you and above you, yawning out into the great glowing night and the fading image of the girl all gold and white mouthing come to me, come, she's out there in the city somewhere, in those stars and those lights like strings of diamonds and pearls twinkling in the soft endless black, and then the grief dissolves like the retreating surf, vanishing with a sound like a radio dial turning to zero.
You stand still for a moment, in the streets, the way true sadness hits you with a moment of absolute clarity and sobriety. She is the most beautiful place in the world. And then the very last of the comedown zips out of you with an artificial crackle. And you're fine again, and you eject the burnt-out chip from the slot and toss it into the gutter, making a mental note to tell everyone you know not to buy from that dealer. You're not sure if it was the walkdown of a true artist or a virus, but either way, you know you'll feel that grief again in your dreams tonight. And that's just not what you paid for.
The city moves. Shudders to life all around you like a beast raising its low-slung shoulders. You remember the crowd. The cars whooshing by and the murmur of dozens of footsteps, and the strange, complicit silence of hundreds of people all on their own together.
You think you can hear the ocean. But then you hear the muted beep of your virus scanner, like a soft voice telling you everything will be okay, and you know that you're imagining it.
And yet it moves.
STILL ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS UNTIL THE 25th.
You're a team of runners like any other. For whatever reason - and probably, there is none, unless you have a few supercomputers and a double major in probability and economics - business has been a little slow these days. Lucky for you, your fixer just contacted you with a job. He warns you that it's a small one and the client can't afford to pay much, but it's a trifling matter of grand theft medical-supplies-for-a-street-doc and hey, it's for a good cause.
STATUS UPDATE: Diseased. Will be AFK for another day or two.
Last edited by Wild Child Bound; Mar 21 '10 at 5:56am..
What books are you allowing? I ask because I made him for a rather open game and might have to do some sheet tweaks, depending.