2010-03-12: Skewed Morality

Starring:

Cody_V4icon.pngMicah_V4icon.png

Date: March 12, 2010

Summary:

Cody enlists Micah for help.


"Skewed Morality"

Phone WAVES

In the city that never sleeps, there's a woman that's doing pretty much the same thing. It's 3am and Cody is lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her mind if whirling with everything that needs to be done, everything that she and her room mate are about to do, and all the preparations that need to be made.

With a grunt, she gets up and sits along the edge of her bed with her elbows resting on her knees and her head in the palms of her hands. It was never supposed to be this difficult. One of the reasons she's always separated herself from the job was because personal feelings just end up complicating things.

She's been loosing too much hair.

A long and drawn out sigh is let off before she reaches to the nightstand to grab one of the many pay as you go phones she's got in the drawer of her nightstand. The boy is either up playing video games or out for the night… He's a teenager so her chances of catching him are 50/50.

«Rebel i need your help»

What is Micah doing right now? Sleeping? No. Two words: ROBOT UNICORN. His eyes are wide and glued to the screen as he makes the pretty unicorn jump over the obstacles and bulldoze stars to get points and music blares in the background:

Open your eyes~
I See your eyes are open~
Wear no disguise for me~
Come into the open~

When it's cold outside~
Am I here in vain?~
Hold on to the night~
There will be no shame~

Always, I wanna be with you~
And make believe with you~
And live in harmony, harmony oh love~

But, he's kind of cheating. Sort of. He can tell when obstacles are coming up because the game tells him. Ha! Techno-ability for the win!

And yet… there's a text. A text that piques his attention… or would if he was trying to pay attention. Biting his lip, he keeps one hand on the keyboard and leans over to grasp his phone. He picks it up and tries to focus on two things at once. This is NOT Micah's forte. He's not the best multitasker when it comes to two pieces of technology put together at the same time. Biting his lip, he SLOWLY reads the text, still managing not to die.

«REBEL: HEY. PLAYING ROBOT UNICORN. WHAT'S UP?»

Being a slow texter, the agent figures that everyone else in the world is rather slow too. Even though she's seen the kid at work, it still doesn't register that hey, she should stick by the phone. So she can be found in the bathroom now and running her fingers over her scalp to wipe away the rest of her hair. The blip comes over the phone at a speed faster than what Cody would have responded with, much much faster than she's used to.

With a slight frown, she reads the cryptic message, trying to decipher exactly what he might mean. Robot Unicorn. Obviously some new piece of technology that Lane is developing, a new weapon for the Protocols or even Sayf Udeen. Maybe the tiny techie is playing with their plans.

«Good job, keeps them on their toes. i'm getting a job at Lane Industries, need more cash to come in… if things work out i'll be getting too many houseguests for my savings.»

As the next text comes in, Micah furrows his eyebrows at the computer screen; he wants so badly to read the message but the pretty unicorn on the screen requires more brain power than… KABOOM. Unicorn ran into edge of cliff. Dead. Well that was useless. With a sigh, he picks up the phone and looks at it again. Good job? Does Cody play? That's odd. Shaking his head a little, Micah manages another shrug.

«REBEL: THANKS. LANE INDUSTRIES? WITH THAT GUY I MET?»

Micah furrows his eyebrows.

«REBEL: DO YOU NEED A NEW NAME? DON'T THINK THE PROTOCOLS WOULD LEAVE YOU ALONE WITHOUT IT.»

«Yeah, Mark wants me as Dr Ray's assistant to make sure he's okay. but I'm not a scientist.»

When the second text comes in, Cody furrows her eyebrows sharply and tries to run through her memory of exactly how much she's told the kid. Obviously not enough if he thinks she would be fine if the Protocols knew that she was still among the breathing population.

«I was ordered terminated by Jensen, remember him? they can't know i'm alive or else they'll come after me and the person that didn't kill me.»

She's hoping he remembers, Jensen isn't exactly the prettiest thing on the planet. He's probably related to Lurch or Herman Munster… without the sense of humor.

Jensen. Micah wrinkles his nose. The man who'd tried to take Cam after the Protocols had killed his parents. He has a bit of a vendetta against the man who he can find little (virtually nothing) on.

«REBEL: I CAN WRITE YOU A NEW NAME. NEW SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER. NEW BIRTH CERTIFICATE. NEW LICENSE.»

He doesn't really think about the scientist part. Instead, his focus is on the logistics of a new identity altogether.

«I'll have to rethink the plan if i have a new name. Mark's dad and brother have a picture of me from when I was an ap agent. might get sticky if they clue in that I'm the same person with a different name. most important part is to be a scientist. anything you can do with a degree in operations research or military strategic studies? thats what i have now.»

Unlike the boy, her focus is a little bit split off from getting a new name. Too many things are piling up on different fronts. Looking in the mirror again, she sprouts a new growth of blonde hair… only to have it begin to fall away next time she looks at her phone. She's not hungry, must be time to meditate.

«Sorry to ask you, but i need this job. i've got people counting on me to support them and since i'm dead, i can't get to my bank accounts.»

Micah hmmms. He hasn't made anyone credentials that they hadn't achieved before as of yet, but Operations Research seems like it might be relevant to a company working predominantly with weapons contracts.

«REBEL: WHAT WOULD YOU NEED FOR THE LAB JOB? IS WHAT YOU HAVE SUFFICIENT? I COULD HAVE IT COME FROM A DIFFERENT SCHOOL OR ORGANIZATION OR SOMETHING? AND I CAN TRANSFER MONEY OUT OF YOUR ACCOUNTS INTO NEW ONES.»

That much is definitely true. He's aware of what he's capable.

«as selfish as this sounds, i don't want to spend my life savings supporting a bunch of people that i don't know. i'd do it for my room mate, but the prisoners i'm pulling out… i'd rather just work for it.»

It does sounds selfish, but working for the money is different than spending what you've spent a lifetime stockpiling. Cody might need that someday for herself or her father, or perhaps the day that she's truly cut loose from Delta. As of right now, she's dead and not receiving a paycheck.

«there's only a few schools in the world that offer that degree. it's military. USAFA is the only place in the states that gives it.»

«REBEL: BUT WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO WORK THERE WITH WHAT YOU HAVE?»

It's a simple enough question. Micah doesn't know what Cody would need to work in a lab — what kind of degree, major, etc.

«REBEL: SORRY, WOULD RESEARCH IT MYSELF, BUT EXHAUSTED FROM ROBOT UNICORN.»

Sad, but true. Games like that eat up a lot of ability energy. Energy he would otherwise spend sabotaging things.

«i don't think so. but i could get by with a communcations. my degree is too specialized for inventing.»

Communications, the degree of all kids coming out of college with no plans for the future. Cody rolls her eyes at the thought of being without some kind of a plan, she's always had a plan. If one plan fails there's always a contingency for another. Slowly, she begins typing, her hairless brow furrowing into a vee.

«who is making robot unicorns? is that a new weapon?»

Micah hmmms. He doesn't feel great about fudging credentials. But then, maybe it's almost the same. Communications seems general enough. And almost anyone could have it. And if she has a degree anyways…

«REBEL: I COULD MAYBE GET YOU A COMMUNICATIONS DEGREE FROM NYU OR SOMETHING. I CAN HACK INTO THE SYSTEM TOMORROW AFTER I SLEEP.»

Too much Robot Unicorn.

«REBEL: NO, ROBOT UNICORN IS THIS AWESOME COMPUTER GAME WITH MUSIC! YOU PLAY A UNICORN WHO LIKE JUMPS OVER THINGS AND THEN COLLECT POINTS BY RAMMING INTO STARS AND LITTLE UNICORNS AND NOT DYING! ALSO IT HAS THE WEIRDEST MUSIC, BUT I KINDA LIKE IT AFTER AWHILE…»

«great, communications will be fine. if you can… give me a below average gpa.»

A small smile crosses the lips of the agent. The dumber the other Lanes think she is, the better it will be all around. The fact that the kid's been playing video games makes Cody feel a little better though, at least he's getting some normal downtime. Maybe she should do that… get an old car and work on it or something.

«i'll talk to you soon. Baker out.»

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