| From: | Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ> |
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| Subject: | Simrun |
| Date: | Sat, 21 Jun 1997 13:12:18 +1200 |
like "don't use drugs/run the shadows" type propaganda... judge for yourself:
+++++Begin simsense
You are sitting in the living room, joint between your lips, feeling the
faint burn as you hold in the smoke, then floating... Davey
Jones/rigger/friend is running a chip, lying on the couch, eyes rolled
back. Edie/lover/shaman looks like she's off in the astral somewhere,
chanting under her breath, taking a big hit from the homemade bong, her
delicate lips lightly caressing the bottle top... she stands, looks at you,
and her eyes are shark's eyes... so beautiful.
"It's time," she says, blowing the smoke out through her nose and mouth.
You stand, a little shaky, nervous perhaps, no, you're a big time runner
now, you're not nervous, are you. Never. Kick Davey Jones/rigger/friend, he
grunts and pulls the chip from his softlink, tucking it in a pocket. You
offer him the joint, he declines.
"Man, that drek'll fuck your brain," he claims.
"Yeah, BTL-boy," you sneer, "And what about... that thing you do, with
the... things... oh man, my brain is fucked. Oh well, waddya gonna do. Edie
says time."
"Celeste's ready to roll," calls Edie/lover/shaman from the kitchen
You leave the house first, the other two behind you. Staggerring down the
steps in the dark, low light eyes mean you can take this obstacle course
when you're sober, but it's a bit harder now... toss the soggy end of the
joint over the fence, let Smith/bastard/neighbour's dog eat it or
something, who gives a frag. Get to the car, Davey Jones/rigger/friend
palms the lock, gets in and warms it up. You roll into the back seat,
Edie/lover/shaman after you, giggling, wasted. Chicken/cat howls as you
leave, poor cat must be lonely or something. Still, you never know with the
fragger, always howling.
Davey Jones/rigger/friend powers up the stereo, the Doors add their
contribution to the evening's celebration, and the car pulls out onto the
road. Light rain starts up, Davey Jones/rigger/friend turns on the wipers,
they squeak a little, time to replace the blades maybe. Frag it, Davey
Jones/rigger/friend's car, let him do it. He doesn't need them though,
rigged, why'd he even turn them on? Who cares. Maybe though we'd wnat to
see the road or something. Yeah, right. Rather look at Edie/lover/shaman.
"Got a whole lot of love."
Squeak.
"Got a whole lot of love."
Squeak.
"Got a whole lot of love."
Squeak.
Davey cuts the music, his voice coming over the stereo system.
"Celeste reports all clear here to target."
Squeak.
Celeste/decker/freak... try not to think about her, her pale skin, faint
hint of... something subliminal maybe, about the sick... try to treat her
normal, but you just can't handle being around her. She knows it too. Does
it piss her off? How can you know, you can't read her body language. She
doesn't have any.
Squeak.
Different music, some techno crap, but Edie/lover/shaman likes it, she's
moving a little on the seat. Don't like it much, rather relax, but the run
is coming up, and it's time to get the adrenalin moving... you pull out a
small, flat macroplast box from a pocket, slip out a pill and dry-swallow
it, the effect will be felt soon, soon.
Squeak.
Bang! Your body jerks, hips thrusting forward, muscle's contracting, like
you've got that fraggin' disease, lockjaw or whatever. Edie/lover/shaman
looks up, smiling, leering even. Can't trust perceptions right now, that'll
wear off in a minute. Everything's hyped up, trembling, need some weed to
calm it down...
Squeak.
Light up a joint, hard to hold the lighter to the tip of the fragger, will
you just burn damn it... got it. Oh, yeah, that's nice, lungs burning,
relaxation, but the combat beast is there, you can hear it roaring in you,
let's go, let's fraggin go!
Car stops, Edie/lover/shaman rolls out the door, looking around. You
follow, moving past her and to the trunk of the car. It pops open, you take
a look around, dark street, no-one around, so you pull out some gear.
Surgical gloves first, no fingerprints on the gear, might have to toss it
later. Headset radio for Edie/lover/shaman, she don't like no cyber.
Enfield auto shotgun for you, with a drum each of APDS slug and buckshot,
back-up piece, like you'll need it, yeah, sure, is your cybershotgun,
loaded with APDS slug, come get some. Savallette Guardian for
Edie/lover/shaman, single clip of EX. She don't like to shoot, magic is her
game. She's got her armoured leathers on, you pull on an armoured jacket,
with those new Gel-pak things, pricy, but worth it. Stun baton for
Edie/lover/shaman. Just in case. Overcoat for you, tuck the Enfield under
it, they'll spot it for sure if they're watching, but too bad. No-one's out
at this time of night anyway.
You leave the car, heading for the target. Have to cross two streets.
Nervous now, wires on, cranked up, ready to rock and roll.
Edie/lover/friend behind you by a metre or so, covering your back, she'll
have a spirit up there too, watching hers.
"Time," says Celeste/decker/freak, speaking in your head.
How does she feel, trapped in that body? You think of her as a freak, how
does she think of herself? Who cares, ready to go.
You enter the target through an emergency door in the side of the building,
Celeste/decker/freak has it open for you. Edie/lover/shaman is through too,
calling up a spirit. It comes, she commands it to find out where the people
are on this floor. People? No, targets. Think of them as moving targets,
and there's no guilt, no nightmares. Edie/lover/shaman doesn't care. Says
she sees everyone as meat ("Even me?" you had asked her once, and she just
smiled and kissed you). That's shark talking. Better stay on her good side,
that's for damn sure.
Irrelevant, time to move. Edie/lover/shaman has info from the spirit.
Moving down a corridor, Edie/lover/shaman gives the wait signal. Someone
coming. Weapons ready, ducking down. Suddenly Edie/lover/shaman shouts
something. Her spirit appears, then disappears with a ripping sound.
Elementals manifest, coming for you. Dive, roll, extend, Edie/lover/shaman
is astral, she'll take the mage who called them up, they'll go. And they're
gone, in seconds. Noises, behind you, turning, two guards. Two bursts from
the Enfield, both go down, the second gets a shot off from his SCK-100 SMG,
no joy though. Edie/lover/shaman stands, but her eyes are blackened, she
looks like drek.
"What hap..." you begin, but she cuts you off.
"No time."
She points down the hallway, and you move out first, taking the lead now
she is injured. Moving fast now, stealth no longer an option after the
shotgun's thunderous roars. Celeste/decker/freak downloads a map to your
headware, you follow her directions to the target room... the door is open,
you move inside.
In the corridor, shots ring out. Edie/lover/shaman goes down, blood
spraying. Her head is half gone. Screaming, you roll out into the hallway.
No-one there! Shots again, hammering into your body as you take cover in
the target room again. Change drums on the Enfield, can't see your target
so area effect time. Set the choke to 2.
"Celeste," you mutter through your Commlink "What the frag was...
who?"
"Invisible mage is my guess," Celeste/decker/freak reports.
You wait, scanning the doorway with thermo, then someone in security guard
uniform is moving into the room. Far faster than you can track with the
Enfield. Your shotgun is knocked away, and you just block a punch to the
head, backing up. Whoever it is keeps coming, and you fire two rounds from
your cybergun, no luck though. This time you miss the block, fist strikes
your nose, blinded, then you feel a shocking pain rip through you. Falling,
hit the ground. A boot approaches your face. Blackness.
You wake up in a cell. Face down. Pain shooting through your body. Fear,
what's next. Alone. Edie/lover/shaman gone. Remorse. For the rest of your
life.
+++++End simsense
That last bit is looped, I think... I ran it for about 10 minutes waiting
for something else to happen. Whole thing was pretty cool until the end
there. And I guess that was the point of it all.]<<<<<
-- Sauce <19:07:54/06-20-58>
