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8PHE0025 word count 6590 ******** Day 25, Friday The baby fell asleep a little after midnight. Linda took the baby and walked upstairs. Kinny followed. She walked into his room, opened the bottom drawer of Kinny's dresser with her foot, and laid the baby - still wrapped in its blanket - into the drawer. She said, "That was your crib when you were this small." "He'll be okay?" She nodded. "Dbest. G'night, Mom." They hugged. Kinny slept in his own bed that night. With the night light off. This was one thing he missed about his own room. It was dark. Joi kept a light burning in every room except the basement. Even the closets had night lights. He awoke at quarter to one. The bedboard was thumping against the wall in his mom's room. Noises of sex filled the house. When he heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator, Kinny groaned. He felt embarrassed by his own erection. "Glad you're having fun, Ma," he told himself. "But this is not dbest." Kinny found his Coeleb glasses. He selected 'Detumesce,' and laid back down. After a while - and more joyful noises from down the hall - his erection returned. Kinny grunted. He covered his head with a pillow. The big head, not the little one. He was afraid to touch his penis. "Not doing that," he said. "Not while listening to her." A picture of Roy came up in Mem2. Kinny nearly squirted. "No." He deselected Mem2 and tried to will himself to sleep. It didn't work. His mom ... they were at it again. "Lady, enough!" Kinny groaned. Another picture came up in Mem2. A temple guardian. A feeling of peace. ******** "Aba!" Kinny came awake with a start. "Aba! Doi! A-ba!" "I'm here, I'm here. Where are you, kid." Kinny reached for his glasses. Unggh. Wrong house. A bed, not the couch. His glasses were on the other side. And ... the baby was in a dresser drawer. No, he wasn't. Drake was standing by the bed, almost nose-to-nose with Kinny. "There you are," Kinny said. "Aba. Umpa." "Sure." Kinny pulled Drake up. His boobs felt full again. Let-down reflex. Spooky. Kinny grunted. "You want ba?" Drake nodded. He pointed to the door. "Puridad. Basa." He did something with his hands that Kinny later figured out was sign language. "Yes." Kinny found his glasses and put them on. He could see in the dark with these. It looked a lot like the infrared displays on some of his video games. Kinny pulled his shirt aside. Miracle of miracles, he hadn't soaked his shirt. Kinny smiled as Drake latched on. He stroked the baby's hair. "Gotta admit," he said. "This feels nice. Almost nice enough to warrant a...." Kinny yawned. He checked the clock display on his glasses. "A three a.m. feeding." He checked Drake's diaper. It was dry. He heard the sound a vibrator again. Drake looked up, alarmed. He made a gesture. Kinny's glasses interpreted. "Monster," Kinny read from the subtitles. Kinny smiled. He said aloud, "No monster." Drake signed again. "Auntie-monster-eat. Auntie-monster-eat." "No. Puridad is okay. Happy monster. Happy Puridad." "Electricity-monster-eat-floor." "Vacuum cleaner?" Drake nodded. "No, they're not vacuuming. Tickling." Drake looked puzzled. Then he smiled. He sucked at one nipple and played with the other with his hand. Kinny fell asleep like that. Lying on his back, propped up with pillows. Baby on his chest. He woke up with a terrible back-ache. Kinny changed Drake's diaper, fed him, then laid the baby on the bed and started to get dressed. Yesterday's clothes. Panties, bra. Stretch jeans, the blouse he'd slept in. Kinny sniffed the blouse. Yerrgh. That went into the dirty-clothes basket. He sniffed the bra. Ouff. Into the basket. The panties - he didn't bother to sniff. Basket. He looked in his drawers. Not much remained. He'd tossed clothes as he grew out of them - or shrank out of them. He tried on a pair of boy shorts. They wouldn't fit. Kinny tossed them into the recycle basket. "Goin' commando," he told the Drake, who was asleep. He pulled on a set of stretch jeans without underwear. He found a mesh football jersey. Gundaroo Bollocks. It would do until he could get to Joi's house and find a clean bra. It was still dark, anyway. What would they see? He looked in the mirror. He could see his nipples through the shirt. Plainly. "Meh." What was the big deal about nipples, anyway? Kinny smiled at his own thoughts. He sighed. He pointed at the mirror. "Where were you when I needed a girlfriend?" He ran a comb through his hair, put in a barrette. Picked up the baby. Found it's pacifier ... blanket ... his purse. Keys. Wedge sandals. Whatnot. Kinny clomped downstairs in the dark. He still wasn't comfortable with stepping down stairs in high heels. Especially with a baby in his arms. He put the baby in its car carrier and stepped into the kitchen. He smelled coffee. Fresh coffee. He heard the cha-chug of a percolator. Kinny felt arms wrap around him. A hand squeezed his boob. Breath on his ear. "Morning, beautiful. I made coffee." Kinny froze. He wanted to move away. He couldn't. He wanted to say something. "G'nuh." Kinny felt the Z-guns fire. He was sliding into a fugue state. He shook himself, and said, "Roy. Wrong boobs." The light clicked on. Linda stood there, arms crossed. She was wearing a short night dress and not much else. "Princess! Let go of my boyfriend!" Kinny looked up in disbelief. "What? He's holding me, not...." She laughed. "Is this going to be an every morning show? Should I set up a camera and broadcast it on Cheaters?" Roy let go of Kinny and stepped away. He said, "I have to start turning on lights." "You have to stop grabbing the wrong boobs." Kinny crossed his arms to hide erect nipples. "That, too." Roy looked from Kinny to Linda. Linda said, "You're in trouble, mister." She pointed to the stove. "Coffee. Breakfast. Don't burn my eggs." Roy laughed. He sat at the kitchen table. Linda arched an eyebrow. "You're not making breakfast? Aren't you the least bit sorry?" "Nah. Didn't know she was home. Honest mistake. I'll sit here and watch you two bounce around the kitchen. It's quite the show." Kinny blushed. Linda looked at him. "Don't you have a bra?" she asked in a whisper. "Upstairs. In the wash." "Well, give up. He's already seen them." "I've already handled them," Roy said. "Roy, what will you do if Princess turns around and puts a tongue in your ear?" "Have to think about that." Roy smiled. "Is that a real possibility?" "Careful, Roy. I don't share." Linda thumped him on the chest. "Not with my ... this child." "You don't look much older than she does." She grabbed his dick. "Choose, Roy. This moment." He looked down and smiled. "I choose you. Of course. I am happy and loyal and pain-averse." "Good boy." She pat his shoulder. She whispered something in his ear. He chuckled and fondled her arse. Linda made breakfast. Kinny didn't know where to look. At his mom? Bent over the stove like that with no panties? Or at Roy, grinning like an ape. Kinny rolled his eyes. "I'm out of here," he said. "Gotta get ready for work." "Sit." Linda put three plates on the table. Eggs, rice, toast. Mystery meat in the rice. Probably the leftover dog. Or nutria. Or whatever it was. Roy grabbed a fork. "Grace." He kissed Linda on the lips. "Thank you, Puridad." Linda nodded. She sat. Roy shoveled down food and washed it in with coffee. "You have a boyfriend?" he asked Kinny between bites. "No." "A girlfriend?" "Yes." Kinny smiled. "Two of them." Roy said, "I would pay to see that." Linda thumped him on the arm with her fork. "It's not what you would expect," Kinny said. He sighed. "It never is," Roy said. He looked at Linda. "Girls. They probably just cuddle." Linda said, "Cuddling is overrated." She reached under the table. Gave Roy a squeeze. "That's what I love about you," Roy said. He glanced to Kinny. "Your aunt is a healthy woman, with healthy appetites." Kinny nodded. "I heard. You woke the baby; you know that, right?" "Certain things," Roy said, as he kissed Linda, "cannot be helped." Kinny looked at his mom. "The vibrator scares baby Drake. He thinks it's a monster." Linda's eyes grew wide. Roy laughed. "He wanted me to check on you two. He thought the monster was eating you." Roy laughed harder. "He didn't," Linda said. "The baby can't talk. Not like that." "Actually he can. It was in sign language but he said, 'Auntie okay? Monster eats her?' and pointed to the door." "You can sign?" Linda asked. She signed, "I love you." Kinny signed back, "Love you too." He said, "I know a few signs. My glasses know more." Linda laughed. "What did you tell him?" "I said the monster was tickling you." She nodded. She smiled and played with her hair. Kinny heard Drake fussing in the other room. "Speaking of. I gotta grab my little monster, bop next door, shower, dress, and go to work. Sorry to eat and run." He stood. Kinny took his plate to the sink. On the way back, he realized that he wasn't embarrassed by boobs anymore. Not his, not his mom's. Not.... Damned psychonormalizing Z-guns. They made the intolerable tolerable. But they also made him blithely ignorant of his body and body language. He had to watch the words he said, too. And his gaze. He watched Linda as she took two plates to the sink. He had to physically shake his gaze away from her boobs. And then her arse and legs. Stoned. Kinny felt stoned. Mellow. Accepting. He sighed. Roy asked, "Do you need a ride?" "Um." Kinny looked at his mom. She shrugged. "Sure." He crossed his arms across his chest again. "It's on the way," Roy said. ******** "Good morning, Mrs. Mac." Kinny tipped an imaginary hat. "Good morning, Princess. Where are you headed to?" "Joi's house. And then to work." "That's a cute baby. Does it take after its father?" "No clue, Mrs. Mac. Don't know who the father is." "Oh. My song. How could you not know?" Kinny smiled and shrugged. "Young lady, you can tell me it's none of my business. You don't have to make up wild stories." "Okay. Going to market?" "Yes." "Stop by my coffee cart. I start at eight." ******** "Good morning, Two Debs," Kinny said, as he wheeled the stroller indoors. Drake said, "Two Dead." He waved by curling his hand and uncurling it. "Two Debs," Deb said to Drake. "With an S. Two Debs. I know you can say it." "Two Deads." Two Debs grunted. She glanced up to Kinny. "We have you by the farmer's market today." "Yuh. I saw. Thanks." "You need help?" Kinny opened the door to the daycare and backed into it. "Maybe. The map says there's a growler bay but I've never seen it." "It looks like any other maintenance shed. Look for the logo. Not the Wild Coffee garage, mind?" "I think I can handle it," Kinny said. He pulled the stroller into the daycare. ******** Mrs. Mac drank her coffee cold, black, and unadulterated. "Like my men," she said. She left a ten-dollar tip. The market didn't open until 9, but the locals congregated in the parking lot, waiting for the market to open. And gossiping. Three coffee carts and one mobile donut shop each had a line of customers. Kinny sold half of his inventory in that first hour. Then, at nine, the doors opened and the crowd went in. The other three carts wheeled off to other locations. Kinny found himself alone. An occasional customer now parked, went inside, and didn't even glance at the coffee cart. He worked through his checklist. How to drum up customers at Panchira's. It kept him occupied and somewhat amused. Kinny felt steely hands clamp onto his shoulders. He froze. He heard a voice from his nightmares. It said, "Morning, sweet thing. Your talents are wasted here." The hands kneaded his shoulders. "Nice money-makers, but small. Ass is oh-so-fine, though." Kinny was too frightened to speak. He eyed the panic button on the cart. Brennan moved his hip and blocked Kinny from reaching for the button. Did he know about the panic button? Brennan pulled open Kinny's blouse and peered down into his cleavage. "You are seriously overqualified for this job. Have you considered working the brothels?" "Let go. Step back." "It has a voice." Brennan smiled. "Sure, sweetie. Anything you say. Can I just have a...." He felt Kinny's boob and tweaked his nipple. "Oh. It's been such a long time since I touched a woman's breast. C- cups? A heavy B?" "I will call 911." "No, sugar, you won't. You're enjoying it too much. Look at those nipples. Are you wet for me?" Kinny felt a cramp. Warmth down there. But at least he wasn't hard. Yet. Kinny felt a stirring down there. His secretary queued up a call to 911. It asked for confirmation. Kinny flicked his eye. Canceled the call. "Hello," he said with a flat voice as Brennan stepped around to the other side of the coffee cart. "I'm Debbie. What can I get you?" "What do you want to give me?" "An express ride back to prison." "I'm riding, but not to prison. Do I know you?" Kinny smiled. "I meet people who say they remember me. Nobody has fond memories." "Please leave." "Nah. I'll have a ... I dunno. What's good? I'll have a hot, creamy, and sweet, mmn, coffee. Please? See? I said please. Oh, and a cold drink from the cooler. Anything. I want to see you bend over. A sausage sandwich. Something with a hole in it. Bagel. With honey and extra cream ... cheese. There's a tip in it for you if you give me a show." "We have the right to refuse service to anyone...." "Can it, Sweet Pea. Okay. Public service announcement. I'm required to spend forty minutes a day spewing this crap so listen up. I was a sexual predator. When someone like me grabs you, don't freeze. Speak up. Move away. Fight. He's looking for an easy lay. Someone who's quiet. Won't injure him. Will believe the bullshit threats or is too afraid to test them. Don't let someone handle you like that. You'll get raped. And then fucked. Also." Brennan grabbed the cart and moved it. "Hey!" "Diddle yourself, bint. I'm working. Moving you to safety. See?" He moved the coffee cart over five meters. "You're now in full view of three cameras. The place you were before? Zero coverage." Kinny looked around. He queried his specs. True. The coverage had a blind spot. Exactly there. Kinny noted other blind spots in the parking lot. "Huh." "You can thank me with prompt service." Brennan put a stack of centurions on the coffee cart. "You don't act like a mindwipe," Kinny said. "Conformance conditioning, Buttercup. My first offense. Minimal, um, something." "You murdered two people." "Only two? I don't remember. Get my fucking horchata, coffee slut. Four hundred pesos, or nuyen, or whatever the fuck these coins are called." "Dollars. Those are centurions." Kinny made change. He keyed in the coffee order and set a sausage roll in the warmer. He squatted down to retrieve a horchata from the cooler. "You just lost a hundred bone," Brennan said. He pocketed a coin. "You bend over for the other customers. I'm not satisfied." "Here's your food," Kinny said. He smiled. "Have a Debbie day." "Oh, I'm having a Debbie today." He smiled. "If you want to be that girl, meet me in the alley behind Green-Eyed Frogs. Twelve-ten, sharp. A thousand for a blowie. Two thousand for sex." He spun a centurion on the counter. "Five thou each, if you service my friends." "Not interested." "I have money riding on you. Don't make me lose a bet." "Go bugger yourself. And your friends." "Done that. Which is why I'm buying them a girl. Twelve-steps and all that crap." He raised his cup and saluted. "Making direct amends, wherever possible." ******** At five minutes to twelve, Kinny's relief showed up. "You're late," Kinny said. "I'm early." "Orders in for four customers," Kinny said. "I can't zero the till. I have sandwiches in each of the warmers, coffee in both makers, and a...." Kinny reached down and pulled up a Happy Cola. "Inventory is expended on three items. Here ya' go, Mr. Taylor. Have a Debbie day." "I brought my own cash box. Growlers are here for your inventory." "Oh. Dbest. Thanks." Kinny finished his orders and zeroed out his till. No errors. He always felt a rush, a sense of accomplishment when the money counted out and the inventory matched. The other Debbie moved the cart. "Why are you moving it there? That's a blind spot." "Ley lines. People have to walk around me here. Not where you set up. Straight to the store, straight to the parking lot. That half-second of delay means twenty percent more sales." "No camera coverage though." "I don't plan on getting robbed." She tapped her specs. "It's all up here, anyway. If somebody is stupid enough to rob me in a world of cameras and instant communication." Kinny nodded. He shrugged. ******** Kinny carried the cash box to the growler bay. He slotted it in and checked the display. It all matched. Smiling, Kinny headed back to the Two Debs building to clock out. And to pick up Drake. He felt profoundly stoned. His Z-guns had been firing all morning. Every time a customer had walked around the cart to get to the store. Every time someone had walked up behind him. He'd psychonormalized. Kinny had zoned out countless times, coming fully aware in the middle of customer transactions. Sometimes. He had probably fixed coffee and made change on autopilot ... too many times to worry about. Old skills from high school were keeping him alive today. Kinny sighed. "Keep rolling, keep rolling." He came around the corner. And stopped. Green-Eyed Frogs. An alley next to it. He could walk around. Cross the street. Hail a taxi. He sat at the bus stop. And stared at the entrance to that alleyway. His Z-guns fired. Kinny was suddenly too tired to move. He watched and waited. Men entered and later left that alley. Some of them zipped up their pants as they stepped out. There was a girl in there. Someone like him. Kinny shook. He willed himself to his feet. And couldn't move. In a dreamlike state, he felt his feet betray him. One step towards the alley. Two steps. Three. Kinny shook like an old woman. Completely uncoordinated. Spastic? Even in this state, Kinny rejected that label. A word flashed in his mind, or maybe in Mem2 - dyskinesia. He hung on to a light pole. "Debbie!" Huh? That snapped Kinny out of his fugue. Broke the spell? Nope. Kinny took two more steps towards danger. He held on to a parking meter. He turned. "Oh. Hi. Um. I'm having trouble with names." Kinny's specs flashed information, but his eyes would not focus. He couldn't read. "Colin. Your son calls me Miko. Are you okay?" "No. Twisted an ankle, I think. Can you help me cross the street?" Jorry came up from behind. He picked Kinny up in a bridal carry. "Where to, Debbie." Jorry's hands were rough but warm. "Across the street," Kinny said. He panicked when Jorry started walking toward the alley. "Across the other street." "Two Debs building, yes?" "I want to avoid that alley." "No worries." Jorry changed directions. "Who or what is in that alley?" "Trouble. Monsters." "Scarier than me?" "Yes. Thank you. I think I'm okay. Put me down." "No. Carrying you. Not letting you walk." "Why?" "Hagworn. Hagridden. Like a drinker with a bottle. Bad spirits." Kinny rested his head against Jorry's chest. He fell asleep. ******** Kinny woke up as Jorry set him onto his feet. A block and a half from the Two Debs building. "News vans," Jorry said. He bumped fists with Kinny. "Be well." "Yeah. Thanks." Kinny also bumped fists with Colin. Colin smiled. "Your ankle is okay?" Kinny made a show of testing it. "Yuh. I can walk, see? Thanks." Colin looked skeptical. "Cramp. Girl stuff. Sorry. It's easier to say ankle than...." "Never mind. I don't want to know." Kinny smiled. He watched them leave. He felt an urge to walk towards downtown but he ignored it. He walked around the newsies and into the building. There was a new Debbie at the front desk. "Something happen to Two Debs?" Kinny asked. The woman nodded. She had been crying. "What? What's going on?" "They're harvesting Two Debs. One of the senior Debbies got in a car wreck." "Fuck me, Matilda." "That puts it mildly." "Meh. Which Debbie? Will she be okay?" "She'll be fine. Two Debs is gone, though." "Yeah. That sucks. I gotta clock out." The woman waved towards the time clock. "Have a Debbie day," Kinny said. He clocked out. "Fuck off." Kinny stopped. "You know that Two Debs isn't gone, right? She gets a new bodice. Same personality, same memories. Hell you can probably talk to her right now on the phone." "You really believe all that crap? A soul is a soul. She's gone. The next one will look and talk like her but it won't be the same." "Right. Sorry if I offended." The woman shook her head. Kinny ducked into the day care. The women there had been crying too. Kinny picked up Drake and got out of there. The whole place was just nutsoid. ******** Kinny tried to avoid the news drones on the way out. He didn't get far. "What's your reaction?" "Have you heard the news?" "What's your view on medical animes?" "Guys, guys. You're scaring the baby. Back away. Thank you." A real human, or possibly an anime news reporter ran up. Kinny waited for him. "Hi," he said to the man and his camera drone. "I'm Debbie. What can I get for you?" "You're not at the coffee cart, miss." "I wear the uniform. I still represent her." "Hideo Takeduke, Channel 34. Have you heard about the wreck?" "I heard there was one." "An Earth First van smashed into the Debbie car. Three dead, five wounded." "Whoa." "Any thoughts?" Kinny sighed. "Prayers, I guess. Are you religious?" "A little bit. What are your views on Earth First?" "Don't ride in their vans. Who is Earth First?" "A terrorist organization. They want us to return to the land." "We all return to the land when we're dead. I'm in no hurry." "Are you a sympathizer?" "What kind of fucking question is that? Pardon my Debbie. Three dead, five wounded. I don't support that or sympathize in the least." "They are protesting the use of medical animes." "Are you advertising for them or reporting on a tragedy? Get out of my face, please. I don't know about the rest of the Debbies," Kinny's voice choked up. "But, you know, I will personally support the families affected by this. If you have names and numbers, I volunteer. Babysitting. Yard mowing. Coffee. I'm a horrid cook but, you know. Corn gorillas and zingaroni." "I can't release names." "Useless." Kinny picked up Drake, who was fussy. "Please leave," he said to the reporter. "I need to change a diaper." Kinny wandered off, dragging the baby carriage behind him. When he no longer could hear the whir of news drones, he queried his glasses. "Two Debs?" he said aloud. "Call Two Debs." The call went to voice mail. "Nah," Kinny told the machine. "I know you're there. Or I suspect you are. Tell me I'm right. You didn't die. They're giving you a new bodice. Right? Oh, and hi to the senior Debbie. I hope she gets better soon. Thanks for giving me a job. Anabelle out." Kinny disconnected. Kinny stopped at a bus stop and changed Drake's diaper. Then he sat and fed the RT child. He was out of bottled milk, so the milk had to come the natural way. While Kinny had one boob hanging out, his glasses announced a call. The caller ID said, 'Two Debs.' "Two Debs!" Kinny answered joyfully. "Two Deads?" Drake asked. "Three dead. You're a lousy prophet. Hush." "Hi, Anabelle." "I am so glad to hear your voice. You're not dead. I knew you hadn't died." "I am not alive in the way you understand it." "Well I don't fucking understand life anyway, so. Good enough. The eighty percent solution works." "Eighty percent of the time." "Exacts." "Did you mean all those pretty words or was that just noise?" "Say what you mean; mean what you say. Life is simpler that way." "Typical human evasion." "I meant what I said." "Choose a location. You're working a two-hour shift. Unpaid." A map appeared as overlay on Kinny's glasses. Kinny highlighted a location out in the orchards. "When do I work?" "Now. We're repurposing a cart. You're giving away corn gorillas, zingaroni, and bicerin. Three girls, two carts." "Girls?" "Sorry. Employees. I'm not really Two Debs; I'm Two Debs's grandmother. She is part of me, a subroutine." "You run other bodices?" "A few." "Dbest. Hi to your subroutines. All of 'em. I need to drop the baby off at daycare." "No, take him. The other employees are also bringing children. Split the tips, keep them, or donate. Whatever you wish. Don't accept money for food or drinks." "Okay." "We're sending a Debbie car. You're famous now. Fifteen seconds of fame." "Gee fucking wonderful. I don't need that kind of attention." "The girls - sorry, employees - saw you on 3D. They flooded my switchboard with calls. Volunteering. All over the Western States." Kinny wiped a tear from his eye. He could barely speak. "Glad I could help." "Are you ready to Debbie?" Kinny smiled. "I am." "The car is 400 meters and closing." "I see it." ******** "Excuse me. You can't set up here. What are you doing?" Kinny stopped the cart. He adjusted the front carrier. Drake stopped playing with one boob long enough to look around. "I'm volunteering," Kinny said. "I'm on the public sidewalk. Would you like a coffee? Zingaroni? It's a type of casserole." "Why are you here?" "I was told you recently lost a family member. We're...." Kinny looked around. He saw another Debbie cart. He waved. "There's not much I can do. Food and coffee. Sorry for your loss." "My daughter was driving the van." Kinny stopped. "Oh. Is she okay?" "She died." "That's terrible." "The police have been here all morning. The news drones. And now you guys." "Look. I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm genuinely here to help." "I don't want help. I don't need it." "You have a house full of people. Send 'em out. We'll feed 'em." "Nobody here but me. No family, no friends. My daughter was a terrorist." Kinny nodded. "Got that. My dad wasn't real popular, either." "Did he kill anyone?" "Yeah. Actually, he did. Didn't make any friends in school. Hard to get a job. I can relate." The woman broke down into tears. "Oh, hell. They're going to fire me. I hadn't thought of that." "What?" "My job. I'm a temp worker. Damn it. Damn her. Damn all of them." Kinny sighed. "There's very little I can say that will fix that. Have you ever had bicerin?" "I don't do drugs." Kinny smiled. "It's coffee and chocolate. Layered. My girlfriend's gift to the world. Here." The woman glanced at it. She shook her head. "Debbie's is always hiring. Minimum wage, but the tips are good. And they have day care. Medical." "Ya know? Fuck you. Cunt. Get off of my sidewalk." "I'll be here. If you want coffee. Or company. Or, just, you know. Someone to vent on." "I should run you over with my own fucking van." "Please don't do that. I don't have a medical anime." The woman stormed off. She slammed her door and locked it. Drake said, "Cunt. Fuckafuckafuck. Ball." "Those are bad words, baby. ABCs?" "Jay kay el em." Kinny turned around. He was expecting to hear the crunch of wheels on sidewalk. Instead, he saw two FBI agents. "Interesting to see you here." The agent he'd talked to before flashed a badge. "Hi. I didn't know she was involved when I volunteered. You want a coffee? It's free." "Already got one. From the other cart. You were dispatched here?" "They showed me a map. I picked a spot out in the orchards. It's pretty here." "The other employees said much the same." Kinny smiled. "This looks bad, doesn't it?" The agent nodded and sipped his layered coffee. "Well, pull up a chair." Kinny pulled one out from under the cart. "Set a spell." The agent sat. "Anything you want to talk about?" "Not really. Just need company. I didn't expect that kind of reception." He nodded toward the house. "Your boss knew it was coming. This is the only place she put three employees in two carts." Kinny sighed. "Life sucks. Then you get run over by a van." He sat on the other chair. "Did she threaten you?" "Ya." "You want to press charges? I have the local police on speed dial." Kinny chuckled. "Nah. I kind of get why she's angry." Drake said, "Cunt. Jay." "Cute kid." The officer smiled. "He wants to know your real name." "He has a funny way of asking." "He's calling you Jay, from The Men in Black. He's signing, see? Name- what, name-what." "I'm Officer Lo. Casimir Lo." The agent bumped fists with Drake. "Dake. Lo. Lo, lo, lo, lo. Lo." "His name is Drake," Kinny said. "He likes to sing." "That your baby?" Kinny laughed. "No. I'm babysitting. My boss is on a remote. I'm stuck with the baby until she gets back." "Boss?" "Supervisor. My other job. I work for Bandersnatch Games." "What do you do there?" "Catfish. People think I'm a girl." Officer Lo glanced at the baby. Then at Kinny. "I'm not fully transitioned. Yet." Kinny sighed. "I'm on a dating sim. Zombie shooter. Role-playing game. It's in beta. Most of the people in my guild are, like, from the Yukon. Or Germany. Mars. It's horrible, I know. But it's a job." Kinny helped himself to the bicerin that he'd offered to the bereaved mother. "The worst part?" Kinny said. "My mom plays on the same site. She didn't know I was transiting until - well, hell, I didn't know I was transiting until these came in." Kinny motioned to his boobs. Officer Lo looked puzzled. "Not at the top of my class in high school," Kinny said. "I didn't read the contract. I just signed it. Next I know? Boobs. And no body hair." Officer Lo chuckled. "Really?" "Ask my doctor. Oh, was she ever livid when she figured out I'd fooled her. You know, fooled her into thinking I'd consented. I have this problem. From when I was very young. I tune people out. I nod and I agree to things. It was a way to...." Kinny paused. "It kept reality at a distance." "Juvie?" "No conviction if that's what you're asking. My father did time. He was not a good person. Still isn't. Far as I can tell." "You've had contact?" "Oh, yes." Kinny cradled the coffee. "He wants to pimp me out again. In this body. I don't think he knows it's me." Officer Lo took a sip of coffee. "That could be illegal. Depending on a few factors." "I hope it is. I'd like to hear he was back behind walls. But I don't want to join him. I'm not prostituting myself out to make it happen, either. Question. What do you know about mindwipes?" "I've seen a few." "Isn't it policy or something? A completely new social environment? Where people don't know the mindwipe? Won't lead him back into illegal activities?" "I don't know if it's policy. But it's normal. Maybe someone in power wants to see your father fail." Kinny considered that. "Sucks to be him. I gotta get a job in another town. Bring my mom, too. And my ... supervisor." "The neighbor lady?" Kinny nodded. "She has a juvenile record, too." "Not surprising. Brennan got around." Officer Lo sipped his coffee. Kinny filled the silence. "I wish somebody had shanked him in prison. Isn't that, like, traditional? Shank the pedo?" Officer Lo smiled. "No data. Did you murder someone?" Kinny shook his head. "No. I watched him die, though. Took too long to run for help. The prosecutor thought that meant I pushed him." "Details." "They caught the guy who did push him. Full confession. The judge dismissed the charges against me, against the objections of the prosecutor, by the way." "Confession." "The one nice thing that fuckwad ever did for me. Said I wasn't complicit. Hadn't even seen him coming. All true. Might be the only truth he ever told. Asshat is still in prison, I think. Unless he's a mindwipe." Kinny shook his head. "Unless he was shanked. Another pedophile. Handled my ... customers after Brennan went up." ******** "Hi. I'm Hideo Takeduke, Channel 34 news." "I'm Debbie. Would you like a coffee? Zingaroni? It's free today." "I'll take a ... a corn gorilla." "Out of stock. Try the other cart." "This is a pretty noble ... hey. I know you." Kinny smiled. "We met." "You're the Debbie with the baby." "Still have the baby." Kinny pointed to the stroller. "He's sleeping. He doesn't like drones. They scare him. Could you move the... Yes. Thank you." Kinny set up a bicerin. "Do you like chocolate?" "I'll try it." "Old world recipe. To answer your question, I didn't know it was her daughter. But now that I here, I'm here. The families affected, right? She counts." "That's big-hearted of you." "Meh. I think we should leave. The poor woman's had enough stress for one day." "Why are you still here?" "It keeps the cops and the news hounds away from her door. Free food. Who can resist? Oh. Can I wave to my mom? Hi, mom. I'm on 3D again. Love you." ******** Kinny wheeled the baby carriage into the courthouse. He had trouble getting the carriage through security. "Officer Johnson," Kinny said, as he stood for the pat-down. "How nice to feel your hands again." "She's clean," Johnson said as he checked Kinny's bra and picked at a nursing pad. "Business?" "Prosecutor's office." "Sign here, please." ******** "Hi. I'm Kinny Barzjan Giles. I called?" "I'm Alice." A woman shook Kinny's hand. She bumped fists with Drake. "I reviewed your case." "Brennan's out. Nobody informed me." "Conformance conditioning. We normally don't...." "You released him back to his home town. I've already had contact. I understand that at least one person has tried to murder him?" "I can't talk about an on-going investigation." "I can. I know a few people, myself included, that might want to see him come to an unhealthy and sticky end. You guys fucked up. We all should have been informed." "I - with an ex-offender...." "A mindwipe." "Yes. He tracked for release in Philadelphia. But they cut our budget this year...." "I have a friend whose sister is on house arrest because you guys didn't inform the victims that Brennan was out and that he was harmless. By the way, he's not harmless. He's still pimping. And assaulting people." "He assaulted you?" "Yes. But he's a careful bastard. No witnesses, no cameras. It's my word against his." Alice steepled her hands. "I'll pass that to his mindwipe tech." "Please do. If there's anyone on the victim list who doesn't know, I suggest you inform them. Instant. So we can get the fuck out of Fairview. If Marion didn't know, at the time, that Brennan was a mindwipe...." "Her case is under review." "That's all I came here to say. If you have children, send them far away. He preys on the weak and the helpless. Always behind a screen. You'll never see it coming. Watch yourself, too. He likes women in authority. Likes to break them. Makes an example of her to his other girls." Alice blanched. "I'm told that someone in power wants to see him fail. Make it quick, because he is just getting started. Not long ago, he owned a judge. He owned people in this office. The lucky ones went to jail. Are you feeling lucky?" "I resent...." "Resent all you want, sister. Look at the history of your office with this man. He's fucking dangerous. To me, yes. But also to you. Personally. Do you deserve what I think will happen to you? Are you looking forward to it?" "You're done." Her eyes narrowed. "Yes, I am. I can let myself out. Unless you want me to wait for Security." "Out." Kinny nodded. He left. ******** Kinny sat outside the courthouse and cried. And cried. He hadn't done that in a while. The baby woke up, and was upset because Kinny was upset. Kinny fed him. They cuddled for a while. Nobody notices a woman crying outside the courthouse. Kinny looked around. It was like he was invisible. No one made eye contact. He didn't know how he felt about that. He put the baby in the stroller and went home to Joi's house. ******** Cookie went to a gun range and shot zombies. Fifty silver pieces. Totally worth it. The most amusing part for Kinny? A zombie ran the place. Achievement unlocked! Level 4 rifleman. Cookie celebrated with a little dance. "Yay, me." Kinny watched her bounce. He could feel her boobs jiggle as she danced. Feel the gravel shifting under her boots. He smiled. Cookie retrieved her spear and daggers from behind the counter. She left the gun range. It was only afterwards that Kinny considered. He'd disarmed his character and spent time in a locked room with a strange zombie. Hmmph. He said aloud, "No different than accepting a ride in a zombie taxi." Cookie asked, "What are you blattering about?" Kinny explained. Cookie said, "I can always hit him in the head with the rifle." "What's his level?" "Forty." Kinny laughed. Cookie laughed with him. "I guess he didn't need brains today." "No, I guess not." Cookie wiped tears from her eyes. "Too many damned fool stunts like that and they're going to reduce your wisdom," Kinny said. A machine voice, female, announced, "Adjudicating." Kinny said, "Sorry, Cooks. I fucked up. I forgot. They're always listening." The machine voice said, "Wisdom, plus one." Kinny said, "Dbest!" Cookie echoed with, "Cool!" ******** Kinny's mom wasn't home so there was nobody there to babysit. Kinny wanted to go running. Go to the gym and work off some of the stress of the day. But the stroller wasn't made for running. He didn't have enough maker stock to make a new stroller. "House! Are you on line?" "I serve to live." "Tropic. Does Joi have any fitness routines she does when she can't go to the gym?" "Dance aerobics, pole dancing, and yoga." "Let's start with the yoga."