The night was young and Nate was in trouble.
To put it mildly.
"Shut up!" Nate said in his drifter, the authorities right behind him. "I told you to never talk to me!"
You don't have to say things aloud for me to register them, Nathaniel.
"I said, shut up!"
The job was a stupid idea, of course. When had Nate ever had a good idea? But, the money was good and he was in a pinch. He would have never done it if he knew the damned chip was senate property. No one in his right mind would steal from the senate - but then again, there's Nate.
I agree. It was a very uncalculated decision.
Nate punched the breaks just as he was about to hit a wall. He leaned to the left as the car turned right. He squeezed his drifter in a narrow alley at break-neck speeds. Several pursuing vehicles crashing in the aforementioned wall.
"Stop reading my thoughts! Can't you see I'm fighting for my life here?"
You are fleeing, Nathaniel, not fighting.
Nathaniel had learned a long time ago that those thing didn't have to be mutually exclusive. But he was done arguing with the chip, he tried muting it through his console and failed. The thing had a mind of its own and it was creeping Nate out.
[INCOMING HOLO] Nate accepted the call. "You still alive, kid?" His contractor, Wick, appeared in his peripheral vision.
"You know damn well i do, Wicky." Nate received a warning that air support had joined the pursuit. "And if you want your precious chip you better send me some coordinates and get me the hell out of here!"
"I'll do more than that, kiddo." [HOLO ENDED].
"Damn it, Wick." The coordinates arrived but they were at the other side of town. He did another turning maneuver that almost tipped him over.
Why are you talking with him when the Holo has already concluded?
Nate ignored the chip as several explosives burst behind him. Not good. If wick was willing to kill officers to get this chip...
What exactly did Nate jack into his head?
A state of the art AI companion, Nathaniel.
"What?" Another explosion, more death.
A memory stick is the slang term, I believe.
"More like a pain-in-the-ass stick!"
And as Nate drove, carnage followed. The ground pursuers dwindled, but that air support was increasing. Nate wasn't getting away anytime soon.
Do you want to escape from this predicament, Nathaniel?
"Yes!"
"At any means necessary?*
"Yes! And stop talking in my head. Stupid chip."
Nate had seen things that would churn the hardest stomachs, but he had never seen such fire. All around him was flame, and heat, and death. And the noise - he was not about to get a new ear implant, so he isolated his drifter's noise. He sat there, arms shaking, as the AVs crashed around him.
Satisfactory?
The once annoying voice now scared him to his core. "Y-Yes. Tell me...uh, chip. Whose memory is your AI construct build around?"
The previous chief of police, Ltnt. Sarah Jane.
A dangerous idea started forming in Nate's head. Something that he wouldn't dream of for fear it was impossible. Could Wick really take this memory stick away from him? With this much clearance? Nate was untouchable.
Essentially.
So you agree with this plan? Nate thought to the stick.
I agree with your assessment.
So it wasn't foolproof, but then again what was? All Nate knew was he was tired of working for someone else. And he was a visionary, besides. A gift such as this one came once in a lifetime.
And Nate had a lot of life to live still.
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