PASsport, Happening Encounters Day 6 free porn video

8PHE0006 Word Count 5007 ******** Day 6, Sunday Kinny woke up. Someone was in his room. He had a headache. His teeth hurt. Even his hair hurt. "Up, up!" Joi shook him. "Time to hit the gym." Kinny groaned. She poked him in the ribs. "You've been drinking Cactus Jack and eating corn gorillas for three days. Time to work off the pudge." "Pudge?" "You're getting man boobs." "I am?" Kinny sat up. He checked under his shirt. "Denied." Although his nipples were sore and maybe swollen. "This shirt is scratchy. I'm surprised I'm not bleeding." "Did you wear that home? You twat. I smoothed things out with your mom. She's watching the baby. Let's go! People to be, milestones to catch." "I hate you." She pulled him out of bed and pushed him into the hallway. "Shower! Change your clothes! Give me that shirt." She sniffed it. "When was the last time you washed this? And the shorts?" Kinny let her strip him naked. The inevitable erection appeared. Then he realized he was standing naked. In the hallway. With his mom downstairs. His erection fell to half mast. Was his mom downstairs? He looked in her room. Empty. But she could still be in her closet or in the bath.... Joi said, "She's at my house." "Oh, good." Joi smiled. She looked speculative. Kinny couldn't help himself. His erection reasserted itself. "I'll take care of that in the shower," she said. "Click it and pick it," he said. She laughed. ******** He wore celeb glasses, lime green PASsport gym shorts, matching cross- trainers and a black sweat-wicking tee with a PASsport, Happening Encounters logo. Joi ran him up a narrow set of steps to a glass door with a picture of a woman in yoga pants and a bra top. An overlay on Kinny's celeb glasses gave him information about the gym. Open 24 hours. "Fit-n-Pretty?" Kinny asked. "Sssh, it's free." Joi flashed her company ID. The glass door opened. "I just punched in." She held up her PASsport ID card. "That means I'm on the clock while I'm on any machine, in the pool, in a class, or even in the showers." "Am I on the clock?" Kinny adjusted his glasses. "Not until your medical clearance comes in." The lobby included a small variety store and a juice bar. Joi pulled him over and put an arm around Kinny's shoulder. "Hi, Pheebs. This is the FNG." Kinny looked at the woman. Muscular, tall, black hair. Her nametag said Phoebe. Joi pulled the Visitor Log open and pushed it over to Kinny. She said, "If you sign in as Anabelle, you will get back pay after your ID comes in." Kinny glanced up. She put a finger over his lips. "No names. Security here is crowd- sourced. If you wish to remain anonymous, keep your glasses on and say as little as possible." Kinny signed in. A. Lee Parsian. He started to put a heart over the i, but changed it to a circle at the last moment. The logbook blinked a few times while processing his signature. Smart paper. Then it highlighted his name in green. Phoebe checked his signature. "Welcome to Fit-n-Pretty. Green-lighted guests have access to every machine. We ask that you take a shower before using the pool or the hot tub. Also, no cotton or cottoneen items are allowed in the water." Kinny looked at Joi. Joi said, "You can't wear that shirt. You'd have to go topless. Decamisado." She danced around in celebration. "Free the nipples!" Kinny smiled and shook his head. He traded a glance with Phoebe. "What?" Joi said. "Doesn't everybody celebrate the body?" Phoebe said, "We have bathing suits and swim trainers in the shoppette. Please try our juice bar. Ero Pure fitness shakes and diet shakes are free today." She handed him a small gym bag with the Fit-n- Pretty logo. It was the same green color as his shorts. It had items inside. Kinny opened it briefly. Shampoo, conditioner, hair care products, deodorant, a hair brush, make-up wipes, Hula Girl shower shoes.... The only items he identified with were the towel and the bench spray. "Nice swag," Joi said, looking in his bag. Phoebe asked, "Do you need a locker or a personal trainer?" Joi said, "Not today. Thanks, Phi." As they walked away, Kinny spoke quietly to Joi. "They think I'm a girl." "This is a women-only gym." "Why did you bring me here?" "Because it's a free perk the company provides. And I am allowed to bring a male guest. There's only one shower room here and one set of toilets. The community floor has basketball, korfball, yoga classes, dance aerobics...." She pointed to a woman hurrying from the shower room to the sauna. The woman was a Fit-n-Pretty towel and Hula Girl slippers. The towel was just large enough to cover her from boobs to butt but small enough to gap open. It revealed her hip and the side of her boob. "Be discreet as you ogle the women here," Joi said. "You're wearing celeb glasses, but most of us know what you are looking at." "Um." "We're just going to hit the machines today, and then run home." "Oh. Okay." Kinny grinned. "These are TopFit machines." He touched the logo. "One- gee workouts. Dbest!" In his excitement, his voice dropped to a lower register. "It's not one-gee if you're still on Earth. More like one dot seven." "Yeah, but its still cool. These are the machines they use on ... Mars? And on cruise ships. If you have that kind of money." Joi smiled. "Are you going to sit in it or masturbate on it?" Kinny chuckled. He sat. "Today is chest. We'll use the machines and move on to free weights." She tapped his specs. A view of her appeared as overlay. "I want you to synch your movements with mine. Form is not super important today. I'm looking for speed and reps. We won't be lifting heavy. Oh, and Anabelle?" Kinny looked over to her as she seated herself in an identical machine. "Use your girl voice while you're in here or on booty day you're wearing a voice box." Kinny nodded. Twenty minutes later, Kinny was spent. But Joi pushed him to continue on. She chanted as she exercised and expected Kinny to chant with her. "We must! We must! We must increase our bust." "Come on, Anabelle. These are five kilogram weights. This should be nothing to you." Kinny groaned. His arms felt weak from overwork. The muscles in his chest burned. "Okay, then. Push-ups?" Kinny nodded. He allowed her to lead him to the mat. "On your tummy, heifer!" Kinny took a centering breath, as she had taught him. He fell to his knees and then crashed to the mat, because his arms would not support him. "Pansy. Push-ups! Hut!" Joi did four push-ups, rapidly. Kinny tried. He got his nose off the mat and then collapsed. "If you're such a girl, you can do girl push-ups. Knees on the mat. Try it that way." He was shaky but he could manage that. He matched her push-up for push-up. Until he couldn't. She slapped him on the arse. Joi checked her watch. "Forty-eight minutes. Not bad. You lasted twenty minutes longer than my last trainee." "You do this to everyone?" "Only the lonely. Be happy Pheebs wasn't in here. We'd work you until you couldn't lift a kitten." "Something to look forward to." Kinny rolled over like a beached seal. "This is your first day, so you get a break. Instead of crunches and abs, you get to go to the juice bar." She pulled him to his feet, adjusted his sweat band, and pushed him to the lobby. "Fitness shake or diet shake?" Phoebe asked. "Um." "Give 'er both," Joi said. "What's the difference?" Kinny asked. He was managing a good imitation of Anabelle's voice now. "Biotics," Phoebe said. "Caffeine content, sugar." She set two small cups in front of him. "Lacto and a fitness shake for your supe." Joi downed both drinks like shots. Kinny eyed his drinks. Milky. Pink. Ero Pure. A brand name? He knew that word from someplace. "Don't put a knot in your panties," Joi said. "Just down 'em. It'll make the next set of reps easier." She put a hand on his knee and spoke into his ear with a stage whisper. "It will also help your sex life." Kinny smiled. He didn't have the energy to chuckle. He downed both drinks rapidly. Sweet. Disgusting. Squirmy, like swallowing rice in soup. The diet shake had an aftertaste of sulfur. It left a gritty cheesy feel in his mouth. As promised, he found new energy for the next set of reps, at two kilograms. He even managed to do men's push-ups for half the cycles. Twenty minutes later, though, Kinny had a problem. His stomach growled and then cramped. It hurt. He had an urgent need to visit the toilet. Now. Joi seemed to know what he needed. She pulled him to his feet and led him to the locker room. Kinny stumbled past women who were chatting and changing clothes. He walked past the shower with barely a glance and straight to the toilets. Which, thankfully, had a door that he could shut. It afforded little privacy, wide gaps around the door and at each corner let him see out into the room - and let people see in. He had other concerns. His bowels cramped and then voided. He pulled his shorts and briefs down just in time. "Mercy flush!" Joi called from the other side of the door. "Flush the toilet, Anabelle." Kinny flushed. A woman asked Joi, "Is she okay?" "Diet shake," Joi said. "She'll be fine." The woman said, "My first time was like that, too." Two flushes later, Kinny said, "I'm done," and, by that, he meant that he was done at the toilet, and done at the gym. Done with diet shakes that induced dysentery. Perhaps done with society in general and one former babysitter in particular. Joi handed him wipes through the gap by the door. "Don't flush those," she said. "I know they say flushable but - just - don't. There's a trash can behind you." Kinny complied silently. He looked around and pulled up his briefs and his shorts in one motion. He opened the door and shambled over to the sinks. As he washed his hands, using the Cosu Pure soap provided, he noticed the cameras. "Told you," Joi said. "They crowd-source security here." Kinny whispered. "Even in the locker room?" "Especially in the locker room." "The showers?" Joi nodded. Kinny chuckled. "I gotta find that channel." He had trouble walking home. Joi made him run. They did wind sprints between city blocks. He started to turn right to go to his house. She made him continue straight, to hers. "Hi, Mrs. Giles," she said as she opened her door. "I didn't kill him." Kinny caught his breath. "I think she did." He tried speaking with his normal voice. It cracked as he spoke. Kinny's mom said, "Joi, please call me Linda. I haven't been Mrs. Giles for a while. The baby has been a saint. He's such an easy keeper." Joi smiled. Linda said, "I'll be downstairs while you two go wash up. Dinner's in the oven. Coffee's on the stove." "You made dinner?" Joi asked. "Well, yes. My son just about lives here." "Thanks." "It's just zingaroni." "Coffee," Kinny said. "Somebody only let me get three hours of sleep." He started to walk to the kitchen. "And then ran me 'til I dropped." "Nope." Joi pulled him upstairs. "Shower. Clothes. If you're lively there might be a blowie in your future." Kinny looked back at his mom. Then he hopped up the steps, three at a time. Linda Giles was smiling. ******** "What did you tell her?" he asked in the shower. He noticed that she used the soap and shampoo provided by the gym. Cosu Pure. "Sssh." "Don't shush me. What did you tell my mom?" Joi shook her head. "I told her the baby is Marion's child. Marion's in jail. Again. Her hearing is in a few weeks. CPS isn't involved because I have legal custody. Marion may be gone for quite some time. Unless she beats the rap." "Marion?" "My sister." "Oh. Is she really in jail?" "Yes. And I doubt she'll be knocking up my door any time soon." "Is the baby hers?" Joi looked at him mildly. "Whose baby is it?" "You ask too many questions." "Is this legal?" She laughed. "Yes. Stop worrying. I'll show you the invoice." "Huh?" "I have legal custody. Until the baby returns to its maker. Which could be any day now. But might be weeks." "I don't understand any of this." "And I can't talk about it. I signed papers, same as you." ******** "What are these?" "Clothes," Joi said. "Put 'em on." Kinny eyed the clothes dubiously. "Those look like girl clothes." "Your mom and I went shopping yesterday, while you slept. She helped pick these out." "Mom picked underwear for me like this?" He held up a silky set of briefs. "These look like panties." "It's a banana hammock. You'll love it. Your mom and I went through your underwear while you slept. We threw out everything that wasn't up to girlfriend standards." Kinny's jaw dropped. "Everything?" "Yah. We also went through your socks." She waited a beat. "Your porn collection is safe." She grinned. "Neither one of us wanted to touch it." "Aw, fuck." She laughed. "And, yes, the shirt and jeans can double as work clothes. A little bit Bollywood, but not too ... you know? Meh. Try them on." "I feel like an idiot. Ungg. These are tight." He squeezed into his jeans. She looked at his butt. "Perfect." "The hat is a little girly." "Leave the hat up here. We still have to hide your hair. When it grows out enough, we'll have it styled." "Is this a man's shirt? The buttons are on the wrong side." "It's Indian. The guy down in Gas Mart?" "I've never seen him wear a shirt like this." "His son does." "His son is gay." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ravi is a fashion designer. Pretty sure he's not gay. He has, like, four children. All with different women." Kinny sighed. "If your mom likes the shirt, will you wear it?" "Sure." "She picked it out for you." "Oh, boy." He put it on. ******** "Thanks, Mom. This is delicious." Kinny patted his belly. "You hardly ate a bite." "Pants are a bit tight." Joi smiled. Linda mirrored the smile. "I fixed his favorite," she said to Joi. Joi said, "I suppose I should ask for the recipe now." Linda beamed. "When you two are done planning my life," Kinny said, "I have to go upstairs. To work." "To play video games, you mean." Linda said. She checked with Joi. Joi nodded. "That's what he does." "Can I see this video game?" Linda asked. Joi and Kinny traded glances. Kinny said, "I have to ask my supervisor." Joi nodded. She said, "I have a monitor in the living room" She booted up PASsport, Happening Encounters on the big 3D. She put Kinny off- camera but let his mom stand in view of the camera. "This is Carob, my player-character. Level Fifty-One." Carob was dressed conservatively, by Carob's standards. She was standing at the bus stop, waiting to catch a ride to work. "What kind of game is this?" "It's a massively multiplayer role playing game. It includes combat adventures, zombies, social scenes, like a dating sim, and other simulations. Like a cross between Call of the Void and Universe 2." "Can I see Kinny's character?" Joi grinned. "Sure. I think she just outed you, Kinny." Joi pulled up Cookie. "This is a Level One adventurer. Cookie, say hi to Kinny's mom." Cookie curtsied and said, "Hi, Mom." Linda looked at her son. "I'm playing a girl. I like to watch her bounce around." Cookie said, "Would you like to see me practice my katas?" She held out her bar, started doing attacks, blocks, and kicks. Her boobs bounced. "Is that what I think it is?" Linda asked. "It's a security bar," Kinny said. "Does one to six damage. Better than the stick I had before. I think its intended use is to hold a sliding glass door shut? It extends and locks. Although it could be anything. I found it on the street. Beginning characters don't get swords or guns. I have to pay real money to buy things in this game unless I earn them in the game itself. I'm a cheap bastard. Cookie's playing with what we find." Cookie said, "I like to play." Joi muted the audio. Linda asked evenly. "You play a girl on a dating sim." "I'm looking for the dungeon," Kinny said. "Oh, that didn't sound right. There's a sword and stones section to this game. And a zombie shooter." "No wonder you don't play this in your room." Kinny briefly considered telling his mom how often he had played a girl in a first-person shooter just to perv on the animated character as she moved. Then he smiled. "Actually, I need a secure connection. The game console in my room isn't rated...." Joi interrupted. "I have dedicated fiber optics. If he stays on long enough, they'll dig up the yard at your house, too." "They will?" Kinny looked alarmed. Joi nodded. "You're not staying here forever." She smiled. "Unless we get boyfriend-girlfriend in a serious way." Linda watched this exchange. Kinny said, "Oh." Joi punched him in the arm. "I'm going to need the room to train the next new hire. That's my job?" Kinny brightened. "Oh." "And I'm going to need a babysitter. Like, forever, maybe." Linda said, "I think I'm intruding. I'll just let myself out. When will you be home, Kinny?" Joi said, "It's Sunday. I don't think he'll be here overnight." She smiled. "Unless he gets lucky. He'll call you, Mrs. Giles." "Linda." Joi nodded. "Linda." ******** Joi waited until she saw Linda walk into her own house. Then she shut the door and said to Kinny, "Your mom knows what a spreader bar is for." "I'm going to die." "You need a better weapon." "I need a better life." He shut his eyes. "Just shoot me." "I have something for you. It's at your work station." "Does it involve hari-kiri?" "Better than that. Solved your problems. You can call your mom now. While you're working." "I don't think she's ready for my girl voice." "Put your hat on. And your voice box, Princess." Kinny already had the voice font clipped to his throat. "Did you just call me Princess?" His voice squeaked. He coughed. "Okay. Plug your phone into this and call your mom." "Sounding like a girl?" Joi nodded. "I'm supposed to trust you, right?" She shrugged. Kinny growled. Then he laughed. It sounded more like giggling. Or tittering. He hated this voice. He heard his mom pick up. She said, "Yes, Kinny? What is it?" "Testing the phone," he said. His voice really squeaked. "It works fine." "I may be home really late, Mom." There was a noticeable pause. Then she said, "That's okay. Have fun." Joi hung up the phone. "What did you do?" "It's a voice font. It turns your voice back to its original manliness." "If they can do that with electronics, why do I have to wear this rig? It pinches my vocal cords." "It trains them. That's why you could speak at the gym? The electronic gadget is only good for short conversations. Too much time lag. People would guess that you're transmitting from the Moon - or that you're using a voice font." "Oh." "Log on and get back into the game. Cookie is bursting to tell you about her new memory snapshot. What's that about?" "Oh. The night I got roofied. Some of it's coming back." "Don't trust those memories. The game engine loves a good plot twist." Kinny nodded. "You've been roofied?" "A few times. Twice in real life." ******** Kinny logged on. "Testing, testing. My name is Cookie." His voice was breathy and it squeaked. "Want to see my katas?" He grimaced and coughed. "Arrgh. Snarg a gargle berry. I hate this voice." "Do you know why I call you Princess?" Joi asked. "Let me give you some advice that we girls hear all the time." She counted on her fingers. "You'll get used to it. You'll learn to love it. You're not doing it right. Relax. And, my personal favorite; Don't be a pussy." "Bitch." "Say that like you mean it." She yawned. "I can make this less painful for you, but you might not like the process." "Less pain? I'm in." "It's a two-step process. You know what synesthesia is? Recension?" she said, watching his reaction. "We're going to edit your pathways." "Um." "Synesthesia, you can trade pain for pleasure. We're limited with what we can do with that. Pain is pretty basic. But we can alter the balance. Recension, it will hurt so good. Between the two of them, it makes compliance more pleasant and easier to achieve. Then we're going to stop the cramping. Some or all of your pain is cramping." "How?" Kinny felt himself slipping into old habits. He was staring at Joi's boobs. Watching how they moved as she spoke. Fugue state. He snapped himself out of it. This sounded important. He needed to hear it. "...Throat lozenge delivers the product. A spinal prosthesis helps. You'll need one of those, anyway, to wire up for the game." "Okay. I'm not sure I want to do that. Won't that make me, ya know, feel all the violations that Cookie endures?" "And all of her orgasms." Kinny thought about that. "Not sure it's worth it. Yesterday she was a virgin. Today she's bleeding. Her Agility is down two. It probably hurt to get out of bed." "Have her take a bath. Bath salts." "Expensive." "Bubble bath." He checked the price. "Cheap." "Sunbathing helps, too. Heat therapy. Expose that thang to the world." "Really?" "Buy an infrared lamp if you don't want to become an exhibitionist." Joi shrugged. "Take her to the doctor. If she's torn, she'll need stitches." "Ouch. Too much realism for me. See, that's exactly the gomperage I don't want to feel while playing this game." "Pussy." "You say that like it's bad." She laughed. "If you're serious about the throat thing, editing can only do so much. You'll have to do some physical training. Therapy, to quiet your gag reflex." She raised an eyebrow. "How is my gag reflex related to my voicebox?" "Cramping muscles. The whole suite of muscles in there is related. Nerve alliances. Anatomical whatnot." "Will it involve what I think it involves?" "If you were a girl, I would suggest a boyfriend." She watched his panic. "But, for you, we have semi-organics and artificial life." "Plastic?" She smiled. "Only if you're finicky. Princess." She poked him in the chest. "The biomechanical toys are easier on your throat." "Let me think about it." He put on his hat. The girly hat that - his mom? - had bought for him. Joi said, "Enjoy your pain." She took out a coral-colored dildo and hid it poorly under one pillow for the monitor to see. It looked like the end of a tentacle. It curled as he watched it. "I'll be downstairs." She pointed to wet spots on her chest. "Time to feed the baby." On her way out, she lifted the band-aid from the camera. "Anabelle!" she said, for the cameras. "Clean up this room!" The memory snapshot was a droning male voice. It said, "You're getting sleepy. Very sleepy." Kinny didn't recognize the voice, but, like the image in the other memory snapshot, he was certain to remember if he encountered it again. The video portion of the memory snapshot was almost useless. It was video of a rotating spiral in contrasting colors. The colors changed to black and white and then faded. ******** Doctors were expensive in PASsport. Fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on your viewpoint - they also bartered sex for services rendered. In this case, a coin for 'future' favors. This coin appeared in Cookie's purse when she reached in for money. The doctor wanted five. And a blowjob up front. "Spit or swallow?" the machine asked Anabelle. Before Kinny could choose an option, Cookie disengaged and wanked the doctor off onto her cleavage. Achievement unlocked! Painter. "Great." Cookie looked in her purse for something to wipe this up. Nothing. But the shopping list now included 'Bubble-bath,' and 'Wipes.' After that indignity, Cookie had to undress. In order to start this process, Kinny discovered that he had to unbutton his shirt in real life. Because the buttons were on the wrong side, Kinny had trouble. "Nervous?" the doctor asked. Kinny thought it strange that the NPC would think that Cookie was nervous. She had just given him a blowjob. With no complaints. Kinny mimed taking off his shirt and that was good enough. Cookie dropped her blouse on the floor. Kinny mimed taking off his shorts. Cookie dropped her skirt and panties. The doc inspected her boobs. He gave her shots. "One shot to cure pregnancy, another for STDs. Some side effects noted. Do you want the ones that raise your libido? Or that increase your femininity?" Kinny laughed. With Anabelle's voice, it sounded like fairy laughter. "Boobs are growing fast enough," he said. "How about the libido?" The doctor nodded. Two shots. +2 Libido. Then he rubbed cream on her private parts. Cookie's Arousal meter started to rise. Then it fell. "Topical anesthetic," the doctor said. "You need stitches." Kinny was very glad he couldn't feel what Cookie felt. From the squirming, it didn't look like she enjoyed the process. She whined and complained. Kinny caught himself moaning with her. "Come back tomorrow to have those stitches out," the doctor said. "Avoid healing spells, if you can. I'll have to reinjure you to get the stitches out." Cookie added 'Healing Spell' to her shopping list. "Can I have a paper towel or something?" Cookie pointed to the jizz on her chest. The doctor shook his head. "Not for a free-clinic patient. Wear it with pride." Cookie wiped up the mess with her panties. Then she put them on. Chance of Pregnancy: 2% "Is that from the shot or because Cookie wore soiled panties?" Kinny asked the machine. "Game mechanics tutorial is available with Elite Upgrade," it told him. "150 nuyen. For casual players...." It referred him to the forum. Kinny paused the action on Cookie. He watched as she got dressed and started to walk home. Kinny blanked that screen and logged on as Anabelle. He logged on to the Forum, or tried to. It wanted five nuyen. Unfortunately, Cookie was dead broke. She'd been robbed. Or, he could post a picture of her in her bra and panties. A bikini shot would also do. Did she have a bikini? No. 'Bikini' appeared on Cookie's shopping list. Kinny checked Cookie's phone for selfies. He didn't find one that fit the requirements. But, here in game history was a screen shot of her undressing in the doctor's office. It wasn't very flattering, but it was a bra and panty shot. The game accepted it as payment. Exhibition: +1 He checked the Frequently Asked Questions. It was interactive. Much better than playing hunt-the-verb. He looked at questions about shots at the Free Clinic. There it was. Morning-After shot. If administered correctly, it reduced the chance of pregnancy to 2%. The topical cream? Kinny groaned. He checked Cookie's stats. She now had a puffy labia. Sensitivity had also increased. The only thing that wearing soiled panties might do.... A ding on Hygiene. A debit on Willpower (if following orders), a chance for infection. If the doctor had gonorrhea.... But Cookie had gotten a shot for STDs. Were there STDs that a shot wouldn't cure? Kinny checked. Yes, there were incurable STDs. Most of them led to Bad Ends. 'Condoms' appeared on Cookie's shopping list. 'Cure Disease spell' also appeared on her shopping list. Kinny approved the additions. Then he looked for the questions about, "Going Commando." The first five times would increase Cookie's Exhibition score. Doing it when ordered could decrease her Willpower. It could increase her Lust (randomly). It upped the value of upskirt views, and could increase the lust in passers-by. One player reported a hit in hygiene after going without underwear after sex. It lowered Agility if wearing inserted toys with no panties. Cookie's avatar appeared. She announced. "I made it home safely. I traded a blowjob for some condoms, bubble-bath and a packet of wipes. Did you want me to spit or swallow?" "Um, paint?" "That uses a wipe and I didn't have one. I swallowed." She smiled. "Cookie, why did you trade sex for groceries?" "I was supposed to get groceries, too?" Cookie looked distressed. She picked up her purse. "Wait, stop." Kinny reached inside his shirt and rubbed his nipple. It ached. Cookie rubbed her nipple in the same way. He smiled. She smiled. He laughed. "Okay, okay, wait. Cookie? You need a job, so we don't have to trade sex for groceries. Spend the next few computer cycles looking for a job, while I check some things on the Forum. Okay?" Cookie nodded. "Are you mad at me?" "No. Why would I be mad?" "Okay. Good." She looked chipper again. "I'm going to use the computer, okay?" She pointed to a monitor in her bedroom. "Very meta," Kinny said, with Anabelle's voice. Achievement unlocked: Sympatico.