Decker concept. Don't know if i'll have enough to do him using the street level resources rules...
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The elf girl was tall and svelte with dense muscles and a back like a violin. The rich neon purple of her hair matched the bustier. She leaned over my desk, my tie in one hand. The other hand, that held the taser, caressed my cheek softly.
Elsewhere in the facility, gunshots made rapid cracks as this girl's friends subdued or slew the security staff I was supposed to be providing digital over watch for. I couldn't make myself look away from her eyes—except for the occasional glance down her cleavage. “This is you, Mari, isn't it? The real you?”
“Yes,” she replied, eyes smoky, “But so is the girl you danced with in the matrix club two weeks ago. I've held some things back, but I've never been anybody else with you.”
I swallowed hard as she lightly traced the line of my pointed ear. My pasty skin did little to hide my flush. “So...” My throat was tight with conflicting emotions. “Why am I still concious? Put that taser in my neck and you can turn the whole facilities security system to your friend's advantage.
“That's not the question you should be asking,” Marionette replied.
I looked up from her cleavage to her eyes again, “I don't understand.”
“The question is,” she traced the inner curve of my ear. It sent shivers down my spine like i'd never felt in the meat before, familiar and alien at the same time. “Is this the real you, Martin?”
I swallowed as her amethyst eyes consumed me.
“More than at any other time in history, we have the power to be whomever we want to be. That's why you feel more alive, more real, as Demos than you ever did as Martin? Am I right? That conglomeration of data that held me in his digital arms, part man, part dragon, as we danced to old rock and roll. That's a person you wanted to be, so that's who you are.”
I swallowed again, blood running hot, and replied, “Are you telling me that I can wear myself? Like that ZZ Top song you like so much? The clothes make the man?”
“The man makes the clothes Martin,” she replied. “So long as what you're wearing shows the world who you want to be. A dragon. A roman centurion. A great lover in a suit. Or maybe, just a wage slave programmer working for a company that doesn't value his abilties? Who are you, Martin? Are you going to show me?”
She leaned in close and kissed me, slowly, sensualy, like nothing I'd never felt in the flesh before. I groaned, hearing a strength and a passion I'd never imagined rumble up out of me. When she released my lips, she finished in a husky whisper, “So i'm offering you a choice. I can slam this taser into you. A few moments of pain—like the security men out there, hammered by shock and stick amo—and then I'll leave you. You'll go back to your life menial, comfortable life after Ares reams you for a few weeks over your failure to stop me.
“Or...” she dropped a silver key chain, two Zs, onto the desk in front of me. “You can come with me, ZZ, and you can make yourself anyone you want to be...”