[Cyberia] Re: Cyberia: An Ill-Met Welcome

[Cyberia GM]

Their minds occupied by weightier things, the trip down was non-eventful in
comparison.  Asha led them to an room that smelled of antiseptic and other
less savoury things- a moan from one of the cots in the back of the room
gave hints of what those other things might be.  Though simple in form- an
empty area with a portable terminal on a low table, cots in the back of the
room and an area curtained off to one side- the room was obviously an
infirmary.    

A silhouette was limned in the light from behind the curtain, and upon their
entrance, it moved and the fabric rippled.  "Who's there?"  

"It's me, Kayle," Asha replied, leading them further into the room.  

The curtain parted, and a slight woman in fatigues stepped out towards them.
There were hints of beauty in the blonde's face, though they were marred by
lines of fatigue and worry.  She did smile at the sight of Asha, and as they
clasped hands, looked up at the taller woman.  "No problems with the wing?"

"No, none at all," Asha replied.  "I'm not here for me... I'm here for her,"
Asha said, motioning towards Dot.

"Dot, meet Kayle.  Kayle, Dot."  Asha said, introducing them.  Then her gaze
falling on Suhuy, she added, "And Dot's guide, Suhuy."

After giving them a moment to greet, Asha continued.  "Dot needs an
interface plug, and I brought her to you.  Are you busy?"

Kayle had been studying Dot from the moment of the introduction, and the
question startled her out of her reverie.  "Oh... No.  Well, not really."

"Can you explain the technique to us?"  Asha asked.

"Oh.  Certainly.  How much do they already know?"

"I showed them the classical course on the plug and its uses."

At this Kayle frowned a bit, but the look passed.  "Oh.  Ok," she said,
thinking.  "Well, basically the coursework is sort of overkill- it's a lot
easier to understand than that.  Like all bioware, the plug is a hybrid of
cultured biomass and technological interface.  The biomass is a symbiotic
organism, which when injected, naturally attaches itself to your neural
systems.  The interface allows you to connect to systems that are rigged for
such interfaces.  A combination of software and hardware enable you to sift
through the morass of information that would normally result from an
interface between two machines, leaving something that your mind can
process."

She motioned back towards the curtained area.  "If you'll follow me."  Now
in her element, Kayle was more animated, the fatigue washed away by her love
for her art.  Parting the curtain, she led them into the area.  A table was
the only furniture in this area, though cabinets were attached to the wall,
along with a terminal that seemed the duplicate of the one to the front of
the office.

"Take a seat on the table, Dot," she said, as she knelt down to retrieve
something from the cabinet.  Walking to Dot's side, she showed her a small
cylinder.  There were no markings on it- only three small buttons that were
flush with the material of the cylinder, and a hole at one end of it.

"This is a multi-tool.  It has a variety of functions, but currently we are
going to use it to inject the plug-module."  Attaching a small extension to
the hole, she showed it to Dot.  "The modules are sterile, and contain
everything necessary for the procedure- anesthetic, anticoagulant, the
module itself, and skin-spray.  Local anesthetic is all that's required.  A
minute or so of application, and the plug is in place.  It takes 2-3 hours
for the plug to be online, and then I can check the functions to make sure
that it took- there are a very few people who reject even so basic a thing
as a plug."

She smiled, chuckling.  "I'm sorry.  I get carried away."  She rubbed her
eyes, and yawned.  "I should have told you to stop me if you had any
questions.  Too much jet always gets me going."

"Did you?  I mean have any questions?  Or can we get started?"