Renyke does a face-recog on the woman but there is nothing. She has some kind of tattoo over her face. It looks tribal. It is pixelating the face-recognition facsimile.
Lots of the people seem to have them. And many wear masks and extravagant eyewear.
Renyke is glad he at least has the shades and stubble from the day's hair growth. But he is hardly fitting in.
He looked tidy and clean. Renyke had assumed that he would need to look presentable if he was to find a suitable position. But it was starting to look like that was the least of his worries. Perhaps it had been foolish to rush the exit from the midcast projects.
They go through a small enclosed area with people on benches sewing fabrics into garments. It is undercover like a market. There are traders of live and dead animals, electronic devices, even people selling workers by the hour, for anything from labouring to singing.
There is a unit with barricades and metal shutters.
'Here we go,' the woman says.
'That's 50 G-bits for getting you here Mr.'
'I have to get some money first,' said Renyke
'Plus, I don't know how to get the money.....I have no bank, no ID.'
'You don't need ID here Mr. This is the hiddens' zone, the Urchs got no ID. No ID, no problem.
'Well. how do I get money?' asked Renyke.
The woman laughed.
'Ya gotta put sometin' up my friend.
'Like my coat?'
'Na, not in the bank!'
'Your software, course.....just plug in, give some bits, get some g-bits innit. They take apps, software, POS.....
Day to Day Data..... is their Wayta
.....hahahahaha.' The woman cackled.
The woman bashes on the metal door and a hatch opened.
Inside was heavily guarded.
They were ushered to a small cubical with plugs and wires. It looked antiquated.
There was a chair and Renyke was motioned to sit down.
He hesitated.
'How does it work?' He asked a large droid.
The droid seemed stupefied, slow, sluggish, as if he had been drained of power despite his size. He spoke slowly and slightly slurred.
'Here is the exchange rate, he points to a monitor with flashing figures. 'As soon as you are plugged we see what you got and make an offer. Then we transfer. You get a voucher here.'....he points to a small printing machine, 'take it over there and get g-bits or s bits."
There were hundreds of wires and plugs seemingly for extracting and monitoring every device from the last century.
Renyke spotted the mark 3 Droid Cable and shuddered.
He checks his applications. Then all the add-ons. He checks for any temp files he can get rid of. Then he checks the POS and asks if there is a clean-up they can run.
System is currently set to factory install. Removing program files or data could be detrimental to smooth function.
still searching......finally
one file found
unknown origin
possible memory file from last OS
surplus to current needs
Renyke
Sells the File
Does Not Sell the File
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