update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/qoheleth/Carter/009.md

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 London in winter was not a snowy affair. No traces of white lacing the ground, no flakes in the air. Just sporadic sleet and steel-gray skies, breath clouding her vision while fingertips went numb around her mug of water.
 
-She dumped the rest of it in the already soggy grass and looped her pinkie through the handle, fingers curling to stay warm. Another few steps and she gave up, setting the mug on a window-ledge so that she could walk with her hands in her pockets.
+She dumped the rest of the water in the already soggy grass and looped her pinkie through the handle, fingers curling into her palm to hunt for warmth. Another few steps and she gave up, setting the mug on a window-ledge so that she could walk with her hands in her pockets.
+
+Mugs were less important than being out of there.
 
 The pain of being drawn back so forcefully had disappeared immediately upon coming too outside the sim, but her mind would not let go of the memory if it. If she thought about other things, she knew, it would disappear. Just a memory. A bad dream.
 
-She did not think about other things. Could not think about other things. All she could think about was her implants and the system. All she could think about was the vain hope that the data on the card had made it into the core dump she knew had been left in her exocortex's storage immediately upon the instance of a crash. She had no idea how she'd get it out --- the tech side of the implants was hardly her specialty --- but she knew it was possible.
+She did not think about other things. Could not think about other things. All she could think about was her implants and the system. All she could think about was the vain hope that the data on the card had made it into the core dump she knew had been left in her exocortex's storage immediately upon the crash. She had no idea how she'd get it out --- the tech side of the implants was hardly her specialty --- but she knew it was possible.
 
 She paced along the sidewalk, head down, remembering pain. She knew she was walking a street, but did not know which. She just needed away from the room, away from the neat row of rigs. Rigs she no longer trusted. Away from people she no longer trusted. She needed away, and hoped that the bracingly cold air would help in some way.
 
 Her phone pinged. On silent, the ping came in the form of a brief tingle along her implants through the wireless. A gentle impinging on the senses. It pinged again. Then pinged several more times in short order.
 
-It made her sick. A rush of anxiety.
+It made her sick. A rush of anxiety to go with the reminder of the subtle tech ramifying through her flesh..
 
-> Avery:
+> *Avery:*
 >
 > Ramirez, something's happened
 >
-> Avery:
+> *Avery:*
 >
 > ACL change in the system. Been locked out. Everyone's coming up
 >
-> Avery:
+> *Avery:*
 >
 > What do we do?
 >
-> Avery:
+> *Avery:*
 >
 > Shit, security's here???
 >
-> Avery:
+> *Avery:*
 >
 > !!! Police
 >
-> Sanders:
+> *Sanders:*
 >
 > Police here. Need you. Come back ASAP
 >
-> Prakash:
+> *Prakash:*
 >
-> Police here looking for you. Stop where you are. Don't come here.
+> Police here looking for you. Stop where you are. Do not come back.
 
-Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. She hardly needed Prakash's orders to stop. She couldn't take another step if she wanted to.
+Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. She hardly needed Prakash's orders to stop. She was frozen to the sidewalk. She couldn't take another step if she wanted to.
 
 > Prakash:
 >
@@ -67,7 +69,7 @@ She blinked, nodded dumbly. Another rock for her mind to bump over in that swift
 
 "What--" Her voice cracked, and she had to swallow a few times to get it to work properly. "What happened?"
 
-"You found something they didn't like. You saw something you weren't supposed to. Sanders tipped them off, said you might be a danger to yourself or something. I don't know, I didn't stick around. Hold still." The last was delivered as Carter started to shrink away from his hand reaching toward her. He held it up in a disarming gesture, a bulky-looking phone held within. "I know why you had Avery pull you back. This is just a back up drive, promise."
+"You found something they didn't like. You saw something you weren't supposed to. Sanders tipped them off, then told the police you might be a danger to yourself or something. I don't know, I didn't stick around. Hold still." The last was delivered as Carter started to shrink away from his hand reaching toward her. He held it up in a disarming gesture, a bulky-looking phone held within. "I know why you had Avery pull you back. This is just a back up drive, promise."
 
 She stood still. There didn't seem to be any alternative.
 
@@ -89,29 +91,31 @@ She was lucky with the tube, and managed to step immediately onto a car without
 
 Not something she wanted to find out first hand.
 
-She had calmed down enough by the time she reached the UMC that she was no longer shaking and could walk quickly and, hopefully, unsuspiciously up from the tube to the street. The steps disgorged her right across the road from the UMC itself, and she was able to duck quickly into the building, using the light traffic as an excuse to jog.
+She had calmed down enough by the time she reached the UMC that she was no longer shaking and could walk quickly and, hopefully, unsuspiciously up from the tube to the street. The steps disgorged her across the road from the UMC itself, and she was able to duck quickly into the building, using the light traffic as an excuse to jog.
 
-With the connection between the University College and the Medical Center, she was able to swipe her way in without fuss, and once in, was able to quick-walk over to the hall where she knew they worked on implants. It was no clinic, but it did have some areas dedicated to care an maintenance.
+With the connection between the University College and the Medical Center, she was able to swipe her way in without fuss, and once in, was able to quick-walk over to the wing where she knew they worked on implants. It was no clinic, but it did have some areas dedicated to care and maintenance.
 
-She needed a rig. She didn't *want* a rig, but she needed to delve in and hopefully at least let Sasha and her friends know what was happening, that she might be seeing RJ soon.
+She needed a rig. She didn't *want* a rig, but she needed to delve in and hopefully at least let Sasha and her friends know what was happening, that she might be seeing RJ soon. Needed to let someone else know what she knew.
 
 *This is stupid, this is stupid,* she repeated to herself. A mantra, or perhaps a prayer for someone to stop her.
 
 No one did. She was doctor Carter Ramirez, after all, right? Why would a research doctor from the university that ran the medical center need to be stopped? Of course she was welcome, the staff rigs are just down the hall, help yourself.
 
+All she could hope for now was that that, if the lost were related to information they knew but had not shared, that they were being prevented from sharing, perhaps she would be safe if she were to be visible about it. Had already been visible about it, with that stunt back in the lab. If she were too visible a subject and the lost were the result of some intentional action, her getting lost would be suspicious. She could hope.
+
 *Fuck, this is so stupid.*
 
-Even so, she sat in front of a workstation facing the door and, seeing nothing suspicious --- no one at all, really --- set her hands in the cradles and her head against the NFC terminal.
+Even so, she sat in front of a workstation facing the door and, seeing nothing suspicious --- no one at all, really --- set her hands in the cradles and her head against  the NFC terminal.
 
 *No time to make a throwaway,* she thought, quickly bringing up a menu in her home sim. There was a flashing notification attached to the black sphere representing a core dump. *And I'm already fucked anyway, but hopefully there's something I can do.*
 
-The mail was quick and to the point. She had the address for Sasha and, with a quick browse of her phone, the ones for Caitlin and this Debarre, too.
+The mail was quick and to the point. She had the address for Sasha and, with a quick browse of her mail archive, the ones for Caitlin and this Debarre, too.
 
 > All
 >
-> Things went sideways with the project, we may be fucked. Govt plant AND Russ Bloc spy on the team. Police showed up today and everything, just barely got out.
+> Things went sideways with the project, we may be fucked. Govt plant and SRB spy on the team. Police showed up today and everything, just barely got out.
 >
-> I found some data, though. Don't know what to do with it, but I've attached the core that might have the data. Has to do with DDR activity as suspected, notably some vote that happened a while back, deleted from everyone's records. Something crazy happening high enough up that they're trying to make everyone forget and disappear those who won't.
+> I found some data, though. Don't know what to do with it, but I've attached the core that might have it saved. It has to do with DDR activity as suspected, notably some vote that happened a while back, deleted from everyone's records. Something crazy happening high enough up that they're trying to make everyone forget and disappear those who won't.
 >
 > Home sim is @cramrirez:eo3.london.gb.wf#default, will stick around a few, but after that, going to see RJ. Will probably be the last you here from me, as am being followed.
 >