[i]"[color=007236]And I thought I was the only one who was interested in the TeXPO...[/color]"[/i], Tyler thought to himself. He passively examined present company. Judging by the way the woman was dressed, the two burly mooks, and the custom armor on their vehicle, it could be deduced that she was either a low-level corporate (a dime a dozen in LA, where Infocomp[sup]®[/sup] in headquartered) or a high-level fixer (one that can make things happen). "[color=007236]Yeah. I'm actually headed there myself. Your heading in the right direction. You just gotta keep going straight on this road and hang a left in about four blocks.[/color]" He looked ahead down the street, realizing that four blocks is a lot further than it seemed. Curiously, Tyler asked, "[color=007236]I take it you heard about the new robot Microtech made?[/color]"