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The slavering, chapter 01 cheri checked the time on her celeb glasses. *5:02 a.M.* The sun rose early here. She stretched, yawned, and pulled at her bra. The underwire was hurting her. She looked around the bus. More passengers had taken seats since she had fallen asleep. Where was she? She checked her glasses. *112.6 km to fairview. Next stop, yazoo.* She eyed the crowd. Most of the passengers were still sleeping. Cheri got up and walked three seats back to the toilet. The smell hadn't improved overnight. She latched the door and looked around for cameras. Nothing obvious. But some of the new spy cams were paper thin, clear plastic with optics. Cheri considered the decal on the mirror. Eye of sauron. Was that a peeper's website? It sounded like one; it mentioned an eye, and it even had a one in the logo. Cheri decided that she didn't need to google it, she would cover it. Piglet bandages were cheap. She pulled a disposable bandage from her purse and covered the eye. Cheri pulled her bra off without removing her sweatshirt. The underwire had poked through the fabric again. It had rotated five centimeters out of her bra. She tried pushing it back in place. She tried pulling it out. It didn't budge. She sniffed the bra, made a wry face, and dropped it into her purse. She would have dropped it in the trash - better yet, into the toilet - but it was one of only two bras that she owned. And the other was in worse shape, even if it did smell better. Cheri lifted the toilet seat. "Oh, crotch rot." She didn't feel like venting a cuss word this early in the morning. Her glasses kept count of them, and if she went all the way to lunch without cursing, she would get a reward. Crotch rot was probably approved vocabulary. Cheri checked her glasses. The counter hadn't advanced. Seismic. But. There was a camera down there, floating in the blue water. It was facing up, with no attempt to hide it. Maybe someone had dropped it? Cheri shut the lid. She pulled makeup wipes from her purse. She wiped the urinal. Hoisted up her skirt. Pulled panties to her knees, turned around and perched. The driver chose this moment to drive over every pothole in the western states. Cheri ended up with her arse in the urinal. Which actually helped because now she was braced with virtually no chance of peeing on her reeboks. She tried to pee. It wasn't working. The bus was bouncing too much. Cheri sighed. She stood. She wiped her bum with more makeup wipes. And considered. She stepped out of her tangas. She faced the urinal like a man. And straddled the damned thing. That worked. Mostly. "Ick factor six," she said as she cleaned up after the event. It took six makeup wipes before cheri felt clean. Thus, the ick factor. She used toilet paper to mop up the small puddle on the floor, which was probably hers. Bonus ick, though, if it wasn't. She opened the lid and tried to paper-bomb the camera. It moved, which might have been because of slosh, or possibly because of motors and programming. Either way, she had missed. The camera was still uncovered. What kind of impeller would work best in a shit tank? Cheri considered that for a moment, while watching the camera. Then she shut the lid. Panties on. Bra in a net pouch. Lip gloss. Waterless shampoo for her hair. Hand gel for the multiple stab wounds inflicted by her bra. Ouchie, ouchie. It stung. Cheri opened her collar and tried to blow on her boo- boos. When that didn't work, she lifted her sweatshirt and fanned the side of her left boob. Relief. She dropped her sweatshirt and checked herself in the mirror. Golden. Cheri opened the door to a line of three people. "Yep," she said. "Timed that right. There's a camera in the toilet, ma'am. In the blue water." "A camera?" Cheri shrugged. "Never used a urinal before. Don't know how men manage." ******** The bus stopped at yazoo and cheri stepped outside for coffee. The air was crisp, early morning in the mountains. Cheri's nipples hardened instantly. A cold rush of air made her regret the skirt. She also regretted not tucking in her sweatshirt. Shiver bumps covered her arms and legs. She was glad she had shaved. There was a bicycle cart in the parking lot selling wild coffee. The vendor appeared to be college age, but in these days? The woman's real age was indeterminate. Rejuvenation therapy was cheap and mass-marketed. Cheri's own grandmother looked younger than cheri did. Except for a few tells. The vendor was cute, possibly drop-dead gorgeous. She was dressed for summer, microskirt and a half-tee showing plenty of skin. As if there was no frost on this ground. When she bent to pull a cold soda from the cooler, cheri caught a glimpse of underboob and ass cheek. Cheri observed the people in line. She loved people-watching, and was considering minoring in psychology. Cheri was not surprised to see the men in front of her ask for cold drinks from the cooler, and women ask for hot coffee or tea. Soon it was cheri's turn. The woman stared at cheri's tits and smiled. Cheri's nipples reacted, hardening even more under the gaze. She hadn't thought that they could get any harder. The vendor's name was kissi, according to her name tag. Kissi said, "wolverines? You in for the u val game?" "Huh? No, I got this sweatshirt when I interviewed at michigan." "Not many wolverine fans in this valley." "I bought it because it's made of high-tech gulo. It's supposed to be warm." Cheri crossed her arms and tried to rub the shiver bumps away. "How can you stand there in a half tee and a short skirt? I'm freezing." Kissi smiled. "Heated shoes. Available on our site. The half tee is too." Kissi waggled her tits at cheri. The logo on her half tee said, "try the wild." In small letters, just above the belly, it said, "coffee." Cheri checked out the woman's shoes. "Sandals?" She asked. "They don't look warm." "They are. Fuel cells. Takes the bite out of a morning like this. Just long enough. The day will be hot. I won't need fire sandals then. What would you like?" "Coffee please," cheri said. "Blond and sweet." *Oh, shit,* cheri thought as she said that. *She's going to think i'm flirting with her.* Kissi had blonde hair. Probably bleached. Kissi pushed her hair back over her ear. She grinned. "Mocha?" She asked. Her skin was dark. "Um ... Sure." Cheri blushed. Kissi handed her a steaming cup. "Girls college?" "Ayuh." Cheri accepted the cup. "I'm there on weekends, on fifth street, between union and vista." "Um. Okay." Cheri's voice had risen at least an octave. "How much?" "Twenty bucks." Cheri dropped a coin into kissi's hand. Kissi's hands were warm, even in this weather. Cheri said, "i gotta go to the bus." Kissi nodded. "See ya' on saturday." "Okay." Cheri hurried back to the bus lanes, asking herself, *why am I embarrassed?* As cheri stepped onto a bus she saw kissi grin and blow her a kiss. Cheri blushed and smiled. The bus driver looked at her and said, "ticket?" "Why do I need a ticket?" Cheri asked. "I just got off for coffee. Oh," she said, looking around. "I think i'm on the wrong bus." "Are you going to trenton?" The driver asked. "No. I just came from there. Sorry." Cheri stepped back outside. Kissi was smiling quietly. She pointed to the other bus. "Right," cheri said. "Thank you." She stepped onto the other bus, blushing fiercely. She found her seat, three seats ahead of the toilet, on the left. Cheri sat and cradled her cup. As the bus left the lot, she watched the wild coffee girl bend over for another customer, pulling an iced coffee from the cooler. Kissi was wearing a thong, bright red. Kissi locked eyes with cheri for a moment. She winked at cheri just as she was trading coffee for coin. The image of that thong lingered and cheri had no idea why. *I'm not into girls, right?* ******** Woods, farmland, hills. The ride to riverside was pretty, but cheri had spent the last three weeks on buses. Colleges, tech schools, job applications. And visiting aunts and cousins and her very young-looking grandmother. She was happy to finish her wandering and settle in for a year or two. Perhaps go back home for the winter break. Or maybe try snow-skiing at elevation. She checked her celeb glasses. It told her what she already knew. Her father hadn't texted, hadn't called. Cheri cursed inwardly. She checked the spyware she had installed on her dad's phone, but wasn't surprised to see that it wasn't working. That could mean that he was on-site. He sometimes worked at a secure facility, somewhere near riverside. But it also could mean that he'd found her gadget and nulled it. If he was working, he wouldn't be there to pick her up. To pay for books, or registration. Or.... "Call dad," she told her glasses. It rang and then went to a machine voice. "The person you are calling is not accepting calls or is out of the coverage area...." "Poptarts," cheri said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Pustulating syphilitic poptarts." She heard the ding of her cuss-word counter. There went her fucking reward today. Another message told her she had a message. From dad. It was an automated reply. *Please proceed to fairview. A ride awaits. You won't need to use your mother's credit card. See you tonight.* Did that mean that one of his coworkers was picking her up? And, what? Paying for her tuition? Apartment? With the company card? Was that legal? "Dad, you promised," she said to no-one in particular. "I only chose this college because you said that you'd pay for my first month's rent. And tuition. And books." She noticed that this was being recorded as a voice message. Cheri nodded for approval. "I hope you're not sending octi." She sighed. "Or your girlfriend?" He had done that the last time. Awkward. Sitting across from a woman who claimed to be just a coworker but whose address matched the address her father had spent the night at several times in the week before. What she really wanted to say was: "ya know what, dad? Never mind. Just - never mind. I'm off the bus at riverside. I'm starting my big-girl life on my first day at college. Thanks for ... Thanks for your kind offer. When you're done saving the world, give me a call. If i'm not in a lecture hall, listening to something important, i'll answer." He'd promised. ******** Cheri got off the bus in fairview and walked into the truckee 77 "eat more!" Truck stop. She looked around for someone who looked federal and was wearing a bureau 13 badge. She didn't see one. So she went into the diner. Nobody here looked federal. She sighed. Maybe he sent his girlfriend again. In that case, girly could find her. The 77 was a big place but it wasn't that big. She sat at a booth and waited, as he'd told her to do. Back when he'd promised to pick her up. Maybe girly was in the washroom. More likely she was late. Or a no-show. Cheri checked her purse. She had enough money for a meal and maybe bus fare back to riverside. Unless she used her mom's card. But that was last resort. Emergencies only. Cheri sighed. She signaled the waitress. She ordered a walkaway - whatever that was - and a coffee. $77. Cheaper than mac's. "Hi." A familiar but now busty coed sat in cheri's booth, across the table from cheri. She was in full bimbo mode today, even chewing gum. Cheri took in the whole picture. Black hair, pixie shoes. An oversized - sweatshirt? - gapped open as the woman sat down. Cheri got an eyeful of cleavage. So did everyone else in this restaurant. The sweatshirt had a logo, a biohazard chip on a cracker. Beneath the picture it said, "pate a physique." French. Something snarky, no doubt. Cheri chided herself for wearing a sweatshirt today. *Should have worn something less casual.* Or something that out-cooled the queen of cool. That wolverines sweatshirt didn't seem as clever now. "Tesla." Cheri pronounced her half-sister's name carefully, trying for an emotionless monotone. She nearly succeeded. "I thought you were in tokyo." "Next year," tesla said, popping a bubble with her gum. "Let me guess," cheri said. "You attend girls college." Michigan was looking better and better. Tesla smiled. "Exact." She took the gum from her mouth and stuck it underneath the table, covering the up-skirt camera under the table that was pointed at cheri. "Okay, you hate me so i'll be direct. John's not coming today. Work called. He's saving the world, or something." "Why don't you call him dad? Or father?" This was an old argument. "Because I know it twits you." Cheri was shocked at her honesty and annoyed to have suspicions confirmed. "You have boobs," she said. "Yes." Tesla smiled. She arched her back. Stretched in an exaggerated way. "I'm bigger than you. Never thought that would happen." "Surgery?" "All natural, sister. Ask john." "Ask father? About your boobs. That's gross." "Well, john can attest. These took months. Nothing happened overnight. I've never seen a man so embarrassed to take his daughter shopping." "Dad took you bra shopping?" "Not willingly. And he tried to fob it off on a coworker at first." "His girlfriend?" "I'm not certain. Don't think so. But john does seem extra attentive around her." "John?" "Tell you what," tesla said. "I'll call him father today and from now on, you know, when I remember. Peace offering." Cheri eyed her half sister. Tesla fanned herself dramatically. "Today is all about making nice." "Not interested." "Hey! Toots!" Tesla signaled the waitress. "I'll have whatever she's having. Put both our meals on this. Give yourself a ten percent tip." She handed the waitress a cash card. "That's dad's cash card." "Sure is. He gave me the card and the car. I'm supposed to feed you, take you to admissions, and get you settled in someplace. I have a budget for books, accounts, security deposit, first month's rent and incidentals." Cheri didn't say the first three things that came to mind. She was proud of that. Tesla rested her chin on both hands. "I sent the eight-legged freak back to daddy." "Octi?" Cheri looked around. "He was here?" "I have a tro against that tin monster." "He touched you?" Tesla nodded. She grimaced. "He touches me, too. Never enough to complain about. A tentacle on my thigh. Or under my boob or just behind it on my side." "Yup. Same old monster." "A tro?" Cheri asked. "That worked?" "Actually, no. But I told him I would rip out his soul and plug it into a goldfish. Then I showed him I could do it." Cheri snorted. "Didn't know you could do that. Didn't know anyone could do that." "I can't. But I write a gold-standard simulation." "You broke the encryption on a level six bot?" "Oh, please. Level four. Octi is way out of date on his security suite. Although I bet he is updating now." "I...." Cheri hesitated. "I would love to see how you did that." Tesla smiled. "After we settle you in. But only if you, ah, show me how you tagged john father's phone." "You know about that?" Tesla smiled. "I got visited by a three-letter agency because of you. They assumed it was me. I got banned from the communications media lab. Nearly got thrown out of college." "Oh. Sorry." "I proved it was you. All is good now. Nobody hassled you?" Cheri chuckled. "No." "There ain't no justice." ******** Their food arrived. Tesla said, "you ordered a walkaway?" "It was cheap." "Never had one." Tesla opened the sandwich. "Mmn. Yummy. Fried egg and mystery meat." "It's calories." Cheri took a sip of her coffee. She coughed. Tesla cut her sandwich with fork and knife. She took a bite. "Greasy," she said, wiping her chin. "And salty. Mildly disgusting. Thank-you, sister, for widening my horizons." "Any time. Eat your glop." Cheri finished hers. "You should try the coffee." "I saw the face you made. Not happening." "Okay," cheri said. "Strike truck driver off of my summer jobs list. The food is terrible." "Good news!" Tesla said. She held up the card. "There will be lunch. Something edible, I hope." She looked under the table. "Is that all you brought? One suitcase?" Cheri shrugged. "I knew you guys were poor. Didn't think you were that poor." Cheri held up one finger. "Just stating the obvious." "We're not poor. We're just...." "Not fabulously wealthy. I get it now. I'm not fabulously wealthy either. My mom is, but I am not. Not yet." She tapped the card. "Today, though, we are a pair of rich bitches." "Does he know you have that?" "Sure does. It's a smart card." She put it into her purse. "It's in my name - today only - and it only works if i'm buying things for you. I get a bonus if it - and john, sorry, father - if he thinks I did well. Here's your chance to fuck me over. Walk away. Or make stupid purchases and get both of us in trouble with john father." "Too good to be true." Tesla smiled. "Okay, listen. Our moms hate each other." Cheri was suddenly happy that she'd already broken her no-cussing pact for the day. Tesla continued. "We grew up doing bad things to one another. I, for one, am tired of the fuckery. Some of what my mom did to your mom was just fucking horrible. With a capital whore. I'm not going to apologize for anything I did, because you gave as good as you got. I always respected you for that. You didn't sissy up and run to daddy. Much." Cheri smiled. "That was almost an apology." "Unintended." Tesla held out a hand. "Truce? For one day? So we can spend john father's money? And so your mom doesn't have to foot the bill?" "I have savings." Cheri ignored the offered handshake. "Sister, I saw the jobs you worked to save for this day. You don't have enough." Cheri growled. "Accept some help, okay? For the first time in ten years?" Tesla offered her hand again. "Truce?" Cheri shook tesla's hand. "Not sure about a truce, but I will take a ride to admissions." "It's a start," tesla said. She stood. "Car is in the back." In the car, cheri asked, "how is it that we are both going to the same college?" "Because john father is a master social engineer. I'm going to girls college for the same reason you are. Because they have a good engineering program, because it allows me to be close to ... Our father. And because I have a full-ride scholarship." "I would have gone to michigan if i'd known you were here." "Which is why I swore john to secrecy. The wolverines offered you, what? A fifty percent scholarship?" "Less than that." "I knew you could get a full ride here. I got one, and you're smarter than I am." "What?" "I got better grades because I had tutors. You? Took calculus in grade eleven. I'm just now figuring out what a sine function is good for." "Bullcock. You went to nationals on the robotics challenge." "You don't need to understand math to program a chip." "It helps." "Yes it does. I'm discovering that there was a reason they crammed math down our gullets. You know what saved me this year? I kept all my notes from grade seven on." Cheri watched the scenery for a while. Swamp. And more swamp. Look at that! Swamp. "Hey, I have a favor to ask," tesla said. "And it begins. Not interested." "I think I know where john is. He's not saving the world. The fucktard." Cheri lifted an eyebrow. "Besides this little social engineering lab," tesla gestured to both of them, "which would be enough, by itself, to make him no-show." She paused. "I think he's with your mom." Cheri laughed. "Not likely." "Can you call her? I bet she doesn't answer her phone." "Why wouldn't she answer?" "Because john makes her go off the grid when he visits." "You are a real bastard." "Sure am. Born out of wedlock. Just like you." Tesla hadn't been born out of wedlock. Had she? Maybe this was new information. A big reveal. Bonding? Tesla had to know that cheri didn't trust anything she said. Not anymore. It was something she could check, though. Cheri tapped her glasses. She said, "i am going to call mom just to prove you wrong." At the same time, she pulled up *birth records, howling-glass, tesla, lorraine.* Sometimes her glasses spooked cheri. They could predict her next query. Mother listed, *terri huling-glass, n?e huling. Of mao shi, unified china, formerly t'aipei, republic of china.* Tesla's mom was a refugee? Cheri shook her head to keep the glasses from investigating its guess of her unspoken query. She paged back to the birth certificate. Father, john norman smith. Of st. Louis, missouri. That didn't prove anything. Except that they were half-sisters. On paper. "Phone. Call mom." ******** Cheri found her way to admissions. There was already a line, even though the office wouldn't open for another twenty minutes. Cheri queued up. She checked her bank balance for the third time today. She had enough for tuition but nothing for books. Or rent. Or food, for that matter. She thumbed her mom's bank card. Tesla had driven off in search of parking. Cheri willed herself to relax. Tesla would show up with dad's card or she wouldn't. Nothing to be done about it. At least there were plenty of jobs in the area. Unemployment in the western states was less than two percent. She should be able to make rent. Maybe? Books, though.... Cheri sighed. How much money could she put on her dad's card? How much money should she put on that card? He was almost as poor as her mom. More women than men in this line. That made sense, though. Few men would even look at a school called girls college, even though it had been coed since before the war. The woman in front of her was obviously a freshman. She was being coached by another woman, who was either in her second year or third at this college. Susan. Cheri hadn't caught the younger woman's name. Susan rambled on about unimportant stuff. Restaurants, taxi drivers, boyfriends. She didn't say much about the college or the people here, except to make fun of the people around her. Cheri paged through the menus on her glasses. She selected, *highlight useful information.* It would notify her if a conversation around her touched on any of the subjects cheri was interested in. It also picked out signs, like the one to admissions. The line started moving. Cheri shuffled along with the other freshmen. Her glasses took note of a drone hovering above the crowd. Cheri glanced up. The drone had its cameras focused on her. Cheri waved and said, "hi, mom." The drone hovered above cheri, just out of reach. Susan asked, "is that yours?" Cheri shook her head. "It seems to like you." Cheri shrugged. "Oh, shit," susan said. "Dingleberry and skidmark. Beth-ann, stay away from those two. Bad news. Unless you need a tutor." Beth-ann looked over to where susan had pointed. "Dingleberry? Skidmark?" "I went to high school with them. Nerd freaks, voted most likely to join the cyborg collective. They're brainy and can break down sciency shit and math. God's own chosen. And, watch. They talk to my boobs. I covered my windows in tinfoil to keep them from spying. Hi, ding." Ding had acne. His friend had a mop of hair and nerd glasses. "Hi, susan." He smiled, looked at her boobs and gave her a thumb's up. "Special as you are, su-su, i'm not here for you today." He turned to cheri. "Cheri no-middle-name smith?" "Yes." "Did tesla drive you in from fairview?" "Yes. Do you work for my father?" "No." Ding looked puzzled. "Well, yes." He motioned to his friend. "We do contract work for the bureau. But that's not why i'm here. Your sister is delayed. She asked us to find you." Cheri shook her head. "Fucking typical." Cheri's glasses pinged. She watched her cuss-word counter advance to two. She growled at the glasses and the counter disappeared. Ding said, "i've been waiting a year to meet you. Tesla has nothing but praise." That ... Didn't sound right. Cheri looked at him, waiting for the inevitable insult. She'd learned to expect rough treatment from tesla's friends. Ding looked to his friend. "Quan. Back me up." Quan nodded. "Nothing but praise. I was expecting a brass band." Cheri didn't know what to say. "Um. Nothing special, here." She sighed. She should have gone to michigan. "Modest, too." Quan grinned and elbowed ding. "Welcome. If you need anything, ask." He shook cheri's hand. Cheri cut her eyes to susan. "Ah, yes," ding said. He also shook cheri's hand. "Susan has already named us. Infortunable." He bowed. "Formal introductions. I'm ding chee ferguson. This is quantrell skidmore. Third year robotics. We are fated to leave school early to roll in incalculable wealth. Or," he shrugged, "join a prison gang. Hard to say which." Cheri had no idea how to reply. Quan reached up. The drone flew down. It fit into his palm. Susan said, "you keep that thing away from my windows!" Quan looked at her. "Susan, if I wanted to see you naked, I would download your sex tapes." "You recorded that!" Conversation stopped in this part of the line. People turned to look. "No." Quantrell shook his head. "Your boyfriend recorded that. Haven't you figured that out yet?" Susan goggled. "Lies!" "Honey, look at the first forty seconds of video. He shows the world how he set it up. He also claims that you consented." She stormed off. Quantrell watched her as she departed. He sighed. "The best view of that woman is when she walks away." He turned to cheri. "Would you like to skip the line?" He offered her a clipboard with smart paper. "Registration forms. I have a card reader and I have square." He handed forms to cheri and also to beth-ann. "Welcome to girls college." As he spoke, three vendor carts converged on his position. Quantrell sat under the awning behind the middle cart. The other carts were coffee carts - a wild coffee push-cart, and a motorized debbie does coffee cart. Both coffee vendors were women, dressed in very little, smiling, and already selling coffee. Quantrell spoke into a loudspeaker. "Low energy solutions is an authorized representative of girls college. Register electronically. Save yourself an hour in line." As cheri filled out the forms, tesla walked up behind her. "He does this every year. You wouldn't believe how many women give him their phone numbers." Cheri stiffened up. Tesla showed her a bank card. "I didn't forget you." She tapped the card to the paper. All the banking information changed. "John father called. He regrets that he can't be here to welcome you today." "He's your father, too." Tesla shrugged. "He didn't show up on my first day either." "At least he's consistent," cheri said. "Yeah. He doesn't play favorites. Much." Cheri grunted. She handed the forms to ding. He bumped them against his reader and handed them back. Cheri put the forms into her purse. "Um. Thank you. For paying for my...." Tesla interrupted. "It's john's card. I can't pay for that." Tesla chuckled. "I'm almost as poor as you are now." "Mommy cut you off?" "Yeee-ah. S'pose to make my own money now. Big girl. C'mon. There's a book store on union. Best prices in town." Cheri hesitated. Tesla stopped. "Orientation is after lunch. Housing and referrals is also on union." "Thanks, but." Tesla handed cheri the bank card she had used to pay for cheri's tuition. Cheri asked, "you're handing me dad's card?" "Would if I could," tesla said. "Check the name." "It's in your name." "Exact." Tesla took the card back. "For the record, this is john's little social experiment. He wants us to start acting friendly. To make nice." Tesla shrugged. "I kind of agree. I think it's time we put away the war that our moms started." Tesla offered her a pinky finger. "Peace? Just long enough to get your shift paid for?" "What's in it for you?" "If you're satisfied with the service and my attitude, I get a bonus at the end of the day." "What?" "If john ... Father is right. We need to stop acting like little girls. Start acting like sisters. Union is that way." ******** "Ding and quan? There are two main camps. There's the tsundera, girls who bad-mouth them now but will fall in bed with one or both of them before the end of the year. Susan is exhibit a. Then there's the kawaiians. They think ding and quan are nerdy, cute, and harmless." "You?" "I'm part of the resistance. I'm friendly and respectful, but not fawning. In return, they allow me illusions of free will." "You make them sound like monsters." Tesla smiled. "No, there are real monsters here. Ding and quan fight for glory and justice. Um. This year." Tesla shuddered. "The day they trade in superhero masks for x-ray goggles? Dive deep into a silver mine. John- father will not return your calls on that day." "What are you babbling about?" Tesla's smile turned grim. "There's a reason the chinese have a consulate in riverside. Sure, we have cutting-edge industry here, but where does it come from? And why does bureau 13 has an office in fairview - a bedroom community at the end of a rail spur? You ever wonder what john - sorry, dad - means by 'i'm off to save the world?' he's not kidding. One day he won't come back. So, you and i? Like it or not, we're family." Cheri remained skeptical. "And we learn how to play with monsters. Some of them play nice." Cheri asked, "are you talking about the cult?" "Yee-ah. Them, too. They never play nice." "The cult is dead. Their leaders are in prison, sentenced to mindwipe." "We cut off the head. The heart still beats. But there are other monsters besides the human ones." "Not that i'm calling you a liar...." Tesla nodded. "Extraordinary claims, extraordinary proof. Got it. Live here a while. You will see things you can't explain. Don't get eaten, okay?"