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8PHE0028 word count 5768 ******** Day 28, Monday "What the fuck happened to you?" Joi looked concerned. "I opened the wrong IM attachment. What time is it?" "Almost time for your shift at Debbie's. I fell asleep waiting for you. What happened?" "It trapped me in a replay of Cookie's gang rape. A few times. Dream versions. Recalled versions. The aftermath. That damned dog." Kinny allowed her to pull him to his feet. "All of Cookie's customers and combat rapes." "It wasn't real. You're a mess. You're shaking. Out of those clothes. Into the shower." Kinny nodded. He checked the display. The machine had kept been keeping track of Kinny's event log in the same way that it listed Cookie's stats. Kinny's Party Girl number was thirteen. A whole page full of sex acts had a non-zero number. The orgasm counter? Joi said, "That's an impossible number. Even for a girl." She closed the console without turning it off. "C'mon. Shower. Okay? I have you. Do you want to call in sick?" "It wouldn't let me log out. Paralyzed. I couldn't leave the chair." She nodded. "Be careful, Bo. Don't open every IM that some perv sends you." "It's in Mem2. Think I have a virus." "Doctor. You're seeing a doctor." "I have an appointment at two." Kinny could barely move. His vagina - which he didn't have - felt raw and broken. It hurt to walk. It hurt to breathe. It felt like someone had bitten off his left nipple. His arsehole felt similarly abused. It burned. "I'm going to turn up your Recension," Joi said. "And turn down your Gain. You shouldn't still be feeling this. The machine is off." "You closed the console. You didn't log me off." "Closing the console does log you off." She checked his eyes. "You look drugged out." "Mem2." Joi sucked air through her teeth. "Yuh. That would do it." "What's recension do?" "Reroutes the pain into pleasure. Itching becomes arousal. Casual touches become sensual. It's embarrassing but you'll be able to walk again." "Burning." "Becomes a different kind of heat." "This ever happen to you?" "In real life. Once or twice. Nothing will ease the pain of actually needing stitches but all your pain is virtual." "Whose going to feed the baby?" "You are. You have time." Kinny whined. "I'll change his diapers. But you have to feed him. I'm still on antibiotics. I swallow my last pill today, though." "Okay." ******** Feeding the baby was an incredibly erotic experience. Kinny, who was just starting to feel human after his shower, felt exhausted again. He had an erection that he tried to hide. Embarrassed. Joi put Drake in the Johnny-jump up. She took Kinny by the hand and fixed his 'little problem' in her downstairs bedroom. She checked his purse, making sure that he had condoms, STD strips and lube. "I'm selling coffee, Joi. Not working in an alley." She smiled. Handed him his bike helmet. And saw him off. ******** It was a nice morning. A little bit chilly, but not as cold as the night before. Kinny went to work in a fog of emotions. Every bump and jolt on the road, even just the motion of riding his bicycle was erotic. He had a wet spot on his seat when he dismounted. Kinny locked the bike on the bike rack and went inside. Some strange Debbie was manning the front desk. Two Debs was gone. Kinny sighed. He clocked in, checked his assignment and rode his bike to the Farmer's Market. Scenes from last night replayed in his mind's eye - or maybe from Mem2 - as Kinny wheeled the coffee cart to the parking lot. His Z-guns fired relentlessly. Kinny fell into a fugue state and welcomed it. He served coffee with a smile. Bagels. Breakfast sandwiches. He noted absently that the tip jar was almost full. He made better sales in a fugue state than he did in person. Kinny was too emotionally rent to condemn himself for that. The other vendor carts left. Kinny stood there. Zombied. At first he thought it was just another replay from Mem2. Another hand groping him. Another man yanking his hair. His bra clasp popped undone. Kinny moaned. He was looking at sky. A virtual replay of Cookie's vibrating panties had already put him on edge. As a hand played roughly with his Kinny's milky nipple, Kinny climaxed. He'd learned to do it quietly. "That's all it takes?" The voice from Kinny's nightmares. How did that get into Mem2? The voice continued. "Your talents are wasted here, Sugar Pocket." Kinny glanced over. "Brennan." "Was that my name?" Brennan licked Kinny's ear. Kinny shuddered. In fear, anticipation. Rage. Brennan said, "I should bend you over and fuck you here." "Condom." "What? I told you to fight, bint. Do you want to be raped?" "Gang raped for hours. Last night." Kinny shrugged. "Use a condom. Haven't been to the doctor yet." "Ew." Brennan released him. "Don't think I have any sympathy. I lost a bet because of you." Kinny reached around and rehooked his bra. He pulled out both nursing pads and dropped them into the trash. He pulled fresh pads from his pocket and inserted them. "You have a baby?" Kinny just looked at him. "Hi, I'm Debbie," Brennan said in mockery. "Where's the bubbly, vivacious bimbo that all of us love and fuck?" "What can I get for you?" "Coffee, red-eye. Sweet...." "And creamy." Kinny reached for the smart screen that controlled the makers on his cart. Brennan stopped him. "Nah-uh. Not the panic button." "If I was going to call Public Safety," Kinny tapped his specs. "I would have already called them. Let go of me before I stab you with a sausage skewer." Kinny noted that his secretary had queued up a 911 call and was waiting for confirmation. Kinny used the bozal to cancel the call. Mem2 is full. Just fucking tenesmic. None of this was being recorded. Maybe on his specs. Kinny pressed buttons to make the coffee. "Here ya' go. Red-eye. Double-double. Do you want a horchata? Special on the Diet Cactus Jack. Half off." Brennan paid for the drink with his phone. "You that eager to bend over for me?" "Sod off, Brennan." "Aren't you supposed to avoid using my birth name?" "I'm not your mindwipe tech." Kinny checked the cash log. Brennan had paid in full. He'd included a large tip. Too many zeroes. "She's a sweet thing." Brennan smiled. "Will make a fine employee some day." Kinny sighed. "Is this your money? I can't accept a tip this large." "It's your fucking money now, innit? Why is the cart here? In the blind spots. Again?" Brennan moved the cart. "Not a blind spot anymore. Corporate fixed that. Plus." Kinny followed Brennan, ambling after the cart. "Every girl and every cart has a recording device. Smile. You're in the Surveillance Age." Kinny took control of the cart. Pushed it back into place. "You walk like you've been fucked all night." "I suppose you would know." "I saw how close you got. To my alley." Kinny nodded. "Thinking of a career change? The pay is better." "For you. Not for your girls." "You worked for me in a past life?" Brennan drank from his cup. "I think I'd remember a set like yours. That techie's going to pay, making me forget you." He smiled. Brennan leaned onto the serving counter with both elbows. "Here's the thing. I lost a bet. You will offer to compensate me. And I will collect. See the doc. Get some of that salve they give burn victims. You can find me at Green-Eyed Frogs. Tell Warren to pass you around. Amateur Night or some damned thing. Then, if you are a friendly fuck, you can work for me. You have a SWID?" Kinny shook his head. "Get one. Have a Debbie day." Brennan raised his cup in salute. He left. Kinny's Z-guns fired. He passed into oblivion. ******** Kinny's relief had to touch his shoulder to get Kinny's attention. "Are you okay?" "No. The cart inventory.... Can you do the cash-out for me?" "Sure." The other Debbie cashed him out. "Coo-ee. Look at those tips. Your inventory is off. Looks like somebody got free drinks." "Kids. Got into my cooler. Pay it from my tips." She nodded. "If you report it as theft...." "Don't need the trouble." "You look like hell. Did you get any sleep last night?" Kinny shrugged. "Assaulted." "Here?" Kinny nodded. "Did you report it?" Kinny shook his head. "It's recruiting season for pimps. Be careful." "Combat spray." She showed Kinny a can. "Better than bear spray." "Where do I buy it?" "Frogman's." Kinny sighed. "Next to Green Eyed Frogs?" "Yeah." Kinny nodded. He took his cash box and left. ******** Kinny found himself sitting at the same bus stop, staring at the alley next to Green Eyed Frogs. A man sat next to him. Kinny sighed. He made eye contact. "Giwaka." "Hag." "Sod off. I have to fight this battle alone." Jorry picked him up and stood. "No you don't." ******** Kinny found himself on a park bench in the cemetery. Crying. Being kissed. Kissing back. The kisses tasted of coffee and cigarettes. And snot. Kinny's face was wet with tears. His lips and chin were covered with his own snot. He blinked. Another kiss. He opened his eyes. Miko. Kinny couldn't remember the man's other name. A man. Oh fuck. Miko had his hand in Kinny's blouse. It felt pleasant. Quite nice, actually. Kinny shivered. Miko kissed Kinny's neck. His shoulder. He popped the clasp on Kinny's bra. Kinny realized that his hands were busy. He looked to see what they were doing. One hand was on Miko's dick, jacking him off. The other hand was pulling up Kinny's blouse and bra. Kinny moaned. Not a good idea. Not what he wanted to do. Not.... Miko kissed him again. Kinny pulled away. He let go of the penis, too. "Miko," he said. He took a shuddering breath. "Colin." "Right." Kinny shuddered. He moaned when Colin's mouth found the nipple. "No." Kinny pushed Colin away. "I can't." Colin rubbed his thumb over Kinny's nipple. "You can." "I shouldn't. Please stop." "Well, that was fun." Colin let go of Kinny and started to zip up. Kinny stopped him. Another day, another wtf. Kinny pulled a test strip from his purse. He wiped it on Colin's dick. "You already did that," Colin said. "My mouth, too." Kinny checked the test strips. Clean. He knelt. He took Colin's dick in his hand again. Considered. He was unsurprised when his hand moved with a will of its own. It did surprise him to kiss it, to put his mouth over it. The Mem2 kicked in and Kinny rolled with it. He gave Colin one of Cookie's blowjobs. Kinny orgasmed twice as he did this. His panties were a mess. His balls hurt. Colin erupted in Kinny's mouth. Kinny swallowed. He felt a thrill as he did this and realized why Cookie swallowed. The machines rewarded her for it. Afterwards, Kinny remained on his knees, crying in Colin's lap. Colin zipped up and pat Kinny's head. After a few minutes, Kinny called up the menu on his specs. He selected Detumesce. He stood. Adjusted his skirt and tried to fix his bra. Hopeless. Completely uncoordinated. He couldn't figure out the bra. He tried pulling it off. It wouldn't go. "Help." Colin chuckled. He helped Kinny pull the bra off. "Thanks." "Any time, Debbie. You're leaking." Kinny adjusted his blouse. "Shigata happens." He draped the bra over Colin's head and stared at it. One nursing pad fell to the bench. Kinny sighed. When he looked down to Colin's face, he saw the man had a goofy grin. Kinny bent and retrieved his purse. He pulled out makeup wipes and cleaned his face. "Where is Giwaka?" "He said he'd wait for the changes. Scary shit, man. Do you know about his changes?" "I know about my own." Colin's eyes got huge. "You're one of them? Shit. Fuck. You didn't bite me, did you?" He started to unzip again. "It doesn't work like that." Kinny pat him on the shoulder. Colin looked relieved. He stood and tucked his shirt in his pants. He tried to hand the bra back to Kinny. Kinny shrugged. He wanted to accept it but he couldn't make his arms work. He watched Colin try to figure out what to do next. Colin put the bra in his back pocket. Kinny asked, "Did I clock out?" "At the Debbie building? Yeah." "Where's my bike?" "In the front. Jorry parked it at the bike rack." ******** "Where were you?" Joi asked. "I've been worried." "Some sociopath." Kinny pat her on the shoulder. He rubbed his knuckle on Drake's nose. "Are you hungry? My tits are bowstrung." "Ba." Drake smiled. "Yuh. Ba." Joi said, "You smell of sex." She kissed Kinny on the cheek. "No bra?" Kinny nodded. "It's been a rough day. Can you sex me up while he feeds?" "I thought that was against the rules." "Fuck the rules." Kinny took the baby and walked into the house. A short while later, after a group shower, they all sat on the bed, naked from the waist up. Drake, who'd been fussy in the shower, was happy to be dry and diapered. He fed from all four breasts. He looked like he was enjoying himself. After he'd had his fill, Kinny pumped milk while Joi changed Drake's diaper. Kinny rocked the baby to sleep while Joi pumped. "I can't sell this milk 'til I get recerted." "It's okay for the baby?" She shrugged. "It tested fine. The rules are more relaxed about feeding your own baby, especially an RT child." They put the milk in the freezer, the baby in the crib, and kissed. Joi pushed Kinny onto the couch. She fit another condom over Kinny's dick. She straddled Kinny and knelt down on his lap. Kinny asked, "Vaginal sex?" "I'm clean." She smiled. "But we're using a condom." "Rules. Until the doctor says I'm clean, we use a condom." "Okay." Kinny kissed her. "When you get napakalaki...." Joi swatted him. "I hate that commercial." "When's your appointment?" "Tomorrow." "My appointment is today." "You want a ride?" "Getting one right now." He kissed her and played with her boob. Let the milk dribble onto his finger. Joi smiled. It took a moment to get everything fit up right. Then Kinny was inside her. Joi bounced gently in place. For a while. Then she wanted it nasty and hard. They fucked in three rooms. ******** "Feet in the stirrups. Open the gown please." Dr. Quintana smiled in the way that Kinny's shop teacher smiled when Kinny had flipped the on/off switch repeatedly but didn't check to see if the machine was plugged in. She said, "You have the gown on backwards." "I didn't know." She nodded. "Hands on the bar, please." Kinny fit his hands through padded cuffs to hold the bar above his head. "What are these for?" "Surgery. If we have to cut you, I'm going to immobilize you first." "Will it hurt?" "Some. Most patients report it as pain mixed with pleasure." She checked his eyes, his tongue, larynx, and breasts. She ignored his erection. "Any troubles?" "Mem2 has been hacked. Replay of sex scenes in my head for about twelve hours now." "Is that what you save on Mem2?" "I saved the combo for my bike. Can't remember saving anything else." She looked skeptical. "Okay. How are you coping?" "Poorly. My girlfriend turned down the gain. She did something else so it doesn't hurt, but it turns every touch into sex." "How is Barbra Joi?" "She's fine. She's seeing a doctor tomorrow. Oh. I've had contact with someone who had NGU and warts. We used a condom. It indicated active infection." The doctor nodded. She eyed Kinny's erection. "Ready?" "What are you going to do?" "Pull on it. See if it comes off." "Do I need to be restrained?" "Not unless you want to." She put her hand on Kinny's penis. Kinny erupted. "Uh. Sorry." Doctor Cutie grunted. "A healthy reaction." She yanked. Kinny cried out. "Does it hurt?" "A little. Feels good though." She yanked again. Kinny shuddered. "Well," the doctor said, "You're not ready yet. Come back when it turns purple." "It is purple." "When it turns dark purple. You'll know. It will hurt." She collected some of the mess in a glass pipette. She put it in a machine. She cleaned him up with alcohol pads and wet wipe. Then she smeared goop on his lower belly. "Time for your ultrasound." Kinny endured it without experiencing another orgasm. He put that in the win column. As the doctor checked his internals, she adjusted the display, made notes and also asked questions. "Are you identifying as male or female?" "Some of both. I enjoy hetero sex, if that's what you're asking." She nodded. "You lost five centimeters in height. Are you still pissing orange?" "No." "Your bone loss may have stabilized. You gained one dot five kilos." "It all went to my tits." She smiled. "Some of it went other places." "Are you saying I have a nice tush?" She laughed. "If you absolutely hate the gym, you can stop going now." "I kinda like it." She nodded. "Your female organs are in and appear fully formed. We'll know more after the blood tests, but if this thing doesn't fall off this week, I'll be very surprised." She tapped his penis. "Careful doc. I just cleaned up." "Your sperm count is up, in spite of contraceptives. You could get someone pregnant, including yourself. You're negative for the STDs I can test for here. We'll know more with the blood tests." "How would I get myself pregnant?" "When it comes off, don't stick in. Clean up the mess." "Simple rules," Kinny said. He watched while she applied vax patches to each thigh. He raised up to let her apply one to his buttocks. "These will accelerate the process and promote healing. That one finishes your rejuve." "Okay." She smiled. "Do I have your actual attention right now? Or are you answering mindlessly?" "I'm here, doc." She nodded. "After your penis falls off, and possibly for the rest of your life, with each orgasm your prostate will empty through a small fossa in or near your vagina. Lubrication. Mess. Not noteworthy. Except. You have active sperm. In spite of the contraceptives. The first few times after you scrotum detaches, three, maybe five times? Each time you ejaculate, you are emitting live sperm." "What do I do?" "See the pharmacist on your way out. I'm prescribing a contraceptive douche. Use it after orgasm for the first few days after you detach. I'm also prescribing a morning-after pill but you have to come to this clinic to take it. We'll talk about other contraceptive options after you detach." "Um. Okay." "Still listening?" Kinny nodded. "Say it." "Still listening." She grunted. "Before you detach, if you climax and nothing comes out, it went inside. That's a medical emergency. Unless you wish to father your own child. Come in. Day or night." Kinny nodded. "If you pee and it goes inside, knock on our door. That's not an emergency but it needs to be handled. There may be some blood if you have a menses before you detach. It will probably come out here." She touched him under his ballsack. "That's not an emergency. Make an appointment." "Alright." "Get dressed. I'll send in JV. She can do your blood samples. When you're done with the blood-work, see our intern. He'll check the wetware in your brain. He should be able to fix your Mem2 and adjust your psychonormalizing guns. Your girlfriend says that you know when they fire? That they drug you out?" Kinny nodded. He lifted his feet from the stirrups. Got up from the bench. Paper crinkled under his butt. "You need a software check, perhaps new wetware. How are you and the baby getting along?" "Okay." He started to get dressed. "What do you know about that baby?" "He's an RT child." "Oh, good. I was concerned that Barbra Joi kept that information from you." "She did. She's not allowed to talk about it. An NDA?" "How much do you get at each milking?" "A little over three hundred milliliters," Kinny said. He adjusted his bra. Stepped into his skirt. "If the baby didn't take any." "That's, like, three times human normal. You can thank the RT child for that. And Barbra Joi. It's a wonder you don't have stretch marks, Kinny." "Is that why I'm thirsty all the time?" The doctor coughed. She turned her head, closed her eyes. "Yes. How much are you drinking?" "I stopped keeping track of it. More than two liters a day. Sometimes a lot more. Can I sell the milk, later, when the baby doesn't need it?" He put on his half tee, then the Minoan vest. "That baby will always need milk." "When it goes back to its maker?" "Yes, if your milk passes and certifies." Kinny stepped into his shoes. Buckled the straps. "When you dry up, you will lose a cup size. Or more. And then you'll sag." Kinny pulled at his bra. Pulled the pony tail out of his hair. "There are things we can do about sagging boobs, if you wish to avoid it. Cash money. Insurance won't pay for it. I recommend against putting it on your credit card, but we do accept credit." Kinny nodded. "I don't have a credit card." The doctor logged off from Kinny's chart. "Sit there. I'll send JV in." She left. Jazz opened the door a few minutes later and entered the room backwards. She pulled a small cart into the room. "Hi, Bo." Kinny nodded. "Which arm?" She produced an alcohol swab. Kinny shrugged. "If you're a good boy or girl, I'll give you a lollipop." "I have your lollipop hanging. For a few more days." "I heard the scream. We were all wondering if it came off." "Not yet." She smiled. "Three vials. And a urine sample afterwards. Toilet is down the hall." "Do I have to provide a sperm sample?" "Are you hoping for some relief?" Jazz made motions like she was jacking off a penis. "I love your kind offer." Jazz checked her tablet. "It's not on the ticket. Oh. It was. Looks like the doc collected her own sample. Is she better than me?" Jazz batted her eyes. She smiled. "Brutal. Did you hear me scream?" Jazz chuckled. "We'll do the left arm. We did the right arm last time." ******** Kinny got his contraceptive douche and another bottle of that carpet cleaner crap. Then he followed a candy-striper and sat Exam Room 3. This candy-striper was apparently a real, actual volunteer worker, not a doctor in a candy-striper uniform. Kinny examined the charts and posters. Ugly propaganda about the dangers of smoking. The ravages of alcoholism. Kinny was on his third poster when the door opened. Canine Venereal Sarcoma. What the fuck was that doing here? Clyde walked in. "Hi, I'm. Oh. This is awkward." He checked the chart. Looked at Kinny. "I might have the wrong room. What's your name please?" "Kinny Barzjan Giles." "Birthdate? Social?" Kinny recited them. Kinny sat on the papered bench. He had to hop up to do it. He smoothed out his skirt. Knees together, as was proper. He felt a small rush of pleasure at that. Positive reinforcement. Training. He smiled. Another reward jolt for smiling. "Told you I was a boy." Clyde sat on the stainless steel doctor stool. He was trying - and failing - to hold back laughter. "Pardon," he said, holding up a finger. "Oh, fuck." The laughing jag stopped suddenly. Clyde looked up, avoiding Kinny's gaze. He looked puzzled. "I've been played ... twice." "Just realized that your co-worker is not strictly a lesbian?" Clyde startled. "Three times. I'm not as sly as I thought I was." "Nobody is as sly as you thought you were." Clyde started to object. Then he chuckled. The chuckle gave way to a short bark of laughter. His grin grew a mile wide. "Careful with your assumptions, Mister Toller." Kinny read the name from Clyde's name tag. "Wow. I.... I should recuse myself." "No. You called it. I need an adjustment." Clyde shook himself out his reverie. "Thanks for not sodomizing me." "Oh you remember that?" "Bring 'er on," he said, and looked away. "Thought you had a toy. I was going to take that toy away and use it on you." "Note to self." Clyde checked the chart again. "Are you going to tell your uncle?" "No." Kinny accepted that. Clyde frowned. "These symptoms. You need an MRI." "Whose paying for it?" "Insurance. This is covered. It should be." "Find out, please. I can't afford major medical. I probably can't afford this adjustment." "Right. I'll be back. Um. Here's a gown. Please remove your clothes. Wait. The doc's on my specs. Ya. Right. I kissed this patient a few days ago. Um. Is it.... Right. Okay. Thanks. Oh. She wants to know if insurance covers an MRI. I'll wait." He looked over to Kinny. "Um. Do you want a chaperone?" "You didn't kiss me, Clyde." "I didn't?" "You tried. Am I safe with you?" "You're safe." "I have a problem. It gets erect. No reflection on you, but...." "Yes. That's in your charts. End-stage transgender. Reflex response." He held up Kinny's chart. "Wait one." Clyde held a finger to his specs, listening. He laughed. "No, I'm good. Oh. Hey. Yes. Okay. Thanks." He put the chart down. "She says congratulations. You've now kissed half of her staff. The MRI is not covered but we need to do one and the clinic will eat the cost. Please undress. I'll turn my back." "No need. You've seen most of it." Kinny stepped out of his shoes, dropped his skirt. Folded it. Took off the vest and half tee and bra. Placed them on the counter. Took the barrette out of his hair. Then, with a sigh, he pulled down his panties. His dick popped free, fully erect. "How do you fit that.... How do you hide that?" Kinny smiled. "Gown, please. Thank you." He put it on with the gap in the back this time. "Can you tie my laces? I haven't figured out the girl stuff yet." Clyde tied laces without comment. Kinny selected Detumesce and put his glasses on the counter. Clyde asked Kinny to remove all his piercings. Those went into a plastic tray. Clyde led him to the next room. Kinny laid on the table. Clyde slid him into the machine. Clyde said, "This is legacy equipment so it's noisy. When I tell you, take a deep breath and hold it. Try not to move." After the MRI, Clyde led him back to Exam Room 3. He held a wand to Kinny's head. Clyde grunted. He strapped a static pickup to Kinny's forehead and started tapping away at a keyboard. "More legacy equipment," Clyde said. "This clinic still uses drums and smoke signals. Hoo boy. You have a virus. What did you ... your settings. Wow. I don't know if this is self-inflicted or a result of infection." "Do we have to amputate?" Clyde laughed. "No. I'll do what I can. This would be faster with the equipment in my classroom. I'm downloading an antivirus. Ah. Fuck. Damn." He turned off the machine and unplugged it. Removed the headset from Kinny's head. "Sarah113. Is in my machine. I'm.... This has to wait. Can you come up to the college?" Kinny thought about that. "Or. I can.... Ha. Where's your remote? Looks like a 3D remote? Called a Bridewell or a Merlin or a Freno?" "That controls my spinal prosthesis, not my brain bugs." "Yes but each affects the other. You're wired up for full control using any commercial remote. You have a public safety collar. I've never seen that except in a mindwipe." "The fucking game can tweak my brain bugs? And shut me down, like a doll?" "Yes. I think the virus did that to you." "Sarah113?" "Probably not. ApSara is known to free slaves, not enslave the free." He shrugged. "We should upgrade your Mem2. The model you have is susceptible to hacking. But I have to wait for the insurance company to okay it." "Just fucking tenesmic. When can I get an appointment at the college?" "I'll talk to my professor." ******** "Are you okay?" Joi asked. She put the baby in the car seat. Kinny growled. "I don't want to fucking talk about it." He felt his Z- gun fire. Kinny's anger left him, dissolving like sugar in his mouth. "I'm not okay. Sorry I snapped." Kinny felt a reward jolt. For proper behavior, no doubt. "I've been hacked. I'm hormonal. I'm fertile, in both senses. I might get you or myself pregnant. Roy's nephew is my new psych tech. Random sensies playing on my gaming suit. Mostly sex." "A complaint about too much sex?" Joi dropped down into the driver's seat. Somehow she made it look sensual. Like a routine at the strip show. Kinny laughed in spite of himself. She smiled. "You won't get me pregnant. IUD and a contraceptive insert. Required, if you're a sex-worker." "One bright bit of good news. Thank you." ******** "Officer Lo, what's the low-down?" Kinny felt excessively chipper, a side-effect of being drugged out by his Z-guns earlier that day. The FBI agent put away his badge. "Miss Vee-o-lodge?" Kinny nodded. "That's my work ID. What terrorist did I caffeinate today?" He smiled. "A new day, a new task." "Another day, another what the fuck." He nodded. "Do you mind if I come inside?" Kinny stepped outside with the baby. He shut the door behind him. "If you're here to tell me about Brennan, I already know he's out." Officer Lo shook his head. He produced a piece of smart paper. It had a picture on it. "You had contact with an alien species?" "The leech? It didn't look exactly like that, but kinda sorta. Serious. An alien species?" "We're here to rule that out. Protocol says I should search the house." "Apologies, but you'll need a warrant." Kinny cradled the baby. He rocked it in his arms. "It's not my house." "You're the babysitter." "Among other things. May I help you?" "Do you mind if we search your yard?" "I can't give permission for any of that. What is going on?" A woman walked up. She was dressed in a white lab coat. She shook Kinny's hand. "I'm Dawn Badiogiak." "Badjo...." Even with it spelled out on his specs, Kinny was having trouble with that one. "Everyone calls me Gooey Duck." "Okay." "I'm with Bureau 13. Sit. We need to talk." "Bureau 13. FBI?" They sat on the steps together. Kinny dandled Drake on his knee. "A branch of it." She took the paper from Agent Lo. "What did you see at the lake that day?" "It looked like a fat leech. A big one. Pale. Didn't move like a leech, though." "It moved like a starfish." "More like a maggot. I've never seen starfish, except in video games. It tickled as it crawled onto me." "How big? What did it look like? Did it bite you?" "This big, this fat, a pale orange spot on its back. No, it didn't bite me." "How did you know how to handle it?" "Video games. There's a monster on PASsport that's similar, except it has three to five arms." "Very important. Did it have a ring around the spot or was it just a spot?" "It was very pale. I could barely see the spot. Ring? I didn't notice one." "Were you wearing your glasses?" "No. I had just been swimming." "Nothing in your swimsuit." "Nothing in my hair, either. We checked." "It might have been a leech. Do you mind if I take a blood sample?" "What is this thing and why is it scary?" Kinny pointed to the picture. "An eye of sauron. The juvenile form of a milk parasite." "Those exist? In real life?" "A monster in your video game. Some genius in a lab in Switzerland thought he'd see if science could imitate art. He used People's Tech. They are righteously pissed about that. He didn't pay for a franchise." "English, please." "Alien technology. Alien XNA." "Ooo-kay. Sucky sucky things. Feed on milk and have sex in your hoo- hah? Amazing orgasms?" "The wild types and feral starfish are mostly just milk parasites." "Mostly." "Occasionally we get reports of a lab strain recently released into the wild." "You can take a blood sample." Kinny provided his arm. "Shot," Drake said. "Yes, Drake, a shot." Kinny watched as she wiped his forearm with a wet wipe. When she pressed a device against his forearm, he looked away. "Boo," he said to Drake. It clicked. He felt a pinch. "Thank you. Have you seen leeches in your house? Maggots? Anything squirmy?" "No. I would tell you if I had. What will happen with Keisha?" "Blood tests. Monitoring. An exterminator will visit her house from time to time." "She's not going to have little starfishes, is she?" "No. That's a sign of a late-stage infestation. And only with lab- strain starfish." The officer from Bureau 13 checked a readout on her glasses. Kinny could see the overlay. "You're clean. I'll be back in a few days for a follow-up sample. Can I have your contact information?" "Sure. Although I'm sure that it's on your database. Officer Lo is a bit of a regular at my coffee cart." ******** Joi looked pensive. "Work called. They need a girl for the eight to twelve. I told them I don't have a sitter. They said bring the baby in, leave him in the dressing room. I wouldn't be the first woman to do that, but. Can you babysit tonight?" "Sure." She kissed him. "Thank you." "What's the rule for emergency babysitting?" "Oral sex. Lots of oral sex." Kinny grinned. ******** When the baby went down at ten p.m., Kinny logged on to PASsport. Without thinking about it, he opened the attachment on that IM again. It was better the second time around. Much more fun.