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Theme: [url=https://youtu.be/l5-gja10qkw]My Name is Human[/url]
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As a virtual Dogfighter and a pilot android Femi/Mandy was built to control transport machines but this was the first time she'd ever done anything from the decision making end and strangely she felt emotionally buoyant and it was because she was and not as a response to Leslie's mood.
She was at a swap where street level deals went down on machines of all type but they were all used. 
In her pockets were cashes of credits she'd converted from the money card her friend had given her as a gift knowing the cash card needed to be converted within the next week so its use as a tracer could be nullified. She was accomplishing this by using pachinko machines at cartell run parlors knowing they were notorious for rigging and that they might even know she was cleaning her card trace and cooperating for their 15% charge on the wash. And here at the swaps they didn't ask questions about the source of the cash or keep notes on any transactions.
She soon found a positively scandalous electric pink road rasher suit that fit so tightly it felt painted on and she knew her was the beginning of the persone of Femi Lovechild the girl living the death wish life of a biker chica. Her lenses she capped with Heart iris and on her cheek she added a  star her hair was bobbed like most Biker Chica so that it could fit better beneath their helmet.
Next she found a orange battle suite helmet with electric blue tiger stripes.
[i]The helmet is called a battle suite because it's set up with HUD, communications, civilian level sensor detection which picks up on lasers, sonics and other street level traffic control monitoring and spoof it into ignoring you[/i] 

She had to pay for a color shift of her bike boots so they matched the rasher which she also had polished and reconditioned. 
She dressed out at the little stall that had done the work on her suit and boots then clipped the helmet to her left hip and immediately altered her walk to compensate for boot heels and swinging helmet in perfect imitation of a Lipstick Baebo (a girl next door in the biker world) which lent her new look authenticity 
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[center][h1]There Is a Bike[/h1][/center]
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Next came the backlot were all sorts of conveyance were available and some of the gangs just rented space to show off their stuff. 
It was here that Femi introduced herself visually and set the opinion mill of the Bike punks on fire; she was so cliche in her activities that a couple of the older men seemed to know she was playing a game with the younger men. She gave off both a sweet girl vibe and a dominatrix vibe simultaneously in order to confuse the read; then was how she presented her knowledge of the machines. 
It took a good eye to realise that the new girl who seemed sometimes more interested in how something looked was actually showing she knew the belimish of a part was more than cosmetic. And she seemed able to pout, weedle, and out and out beg people to give her the best price even enlisting two 16 year old panting boys to act as her willing mules carrying her parts.
She had shopped the parts bins for 3 hours and her boys were still with her when she walked back to a bike row she had strolled past when this all started. There was a Dingo bike that clearly had suffered a major failure in it's electrical system and as it was an all Electric bike basically killed the machine. [i]A Dingo Bike is a 1 off built in some race shop and chancey at best[/i]
It was cheap and the Boys though she was crazy to have bought it but they followed her to a rent shop where she paid for a build bay and the use of the shop tools and because she had an audience of men and some women as she built her machine she had to work slowly or arouse the suspicions. She was pleased though that the slow build allowed some of the bike punks she'd attracted to realise they might have parts and modules they could sell her which resulted in a better machine than she had begun to build.
When she was done with her Dingo a woman with the same look in her eyes as 78 % of the men popped up saying she and her girls had paint to match over at their shop they'd sell cheap and even loan her the booth; Femi politely declined saying the Bike needed testing before paint. 
The woman was called Kitty Kate and said she'd love to help Femi test out the little Dingo she'd built and Femi seeing and opportunity agreed but only if it were made interesting and she be allowed match any bets against her. Kate agreed saying if she wanted to give away things she knew what she wanted; Femi bet that at 6,000 credits after kissing Kate.
So it was looking at losing 46,725 and 6 hours of partying with Kate that Femi lined up on a course that the gang provided and matched 3 other bikes against her. It was easy to note that Femi's dingo was smaller than the bikes she lined up against and the gang's bikes were built for the course; how could she win?
"The race was epic in the fact that the Dingo if it had of been ridden by someone who worried about it's mechanical condition at the races finish; Femi wasn't."
She had redlined the machine almost every corner of the race eventually finishing the last 6 kilometers her battery pack spewing black toxic smoke and the wheel hub motors so hot they glowed a dull orange; She kicked the battery pack off seconds over the finish line and it burst into flames that would have damaged the frame if she'd allowed it to remain.
Kate laughed her ass off telling Femi she'd destroyed the machine to win the race so it was a pyrrhic victory to which Femi answered "I spent 18,000 on the drivetrain I just trashed and now I have 52,725 to build into the new one"
That made Kate explode with even more laughter

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[center][b]”A call from the Blue”[/b]
“Hello? This is Kara, is there anyone out there? Anyone like me?”[/center]

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It was a voice out of the blue and it sounded so alone and scared which was astounding to Mandy because she was not present and the other was as well another Eve type like herself though judging by her language filter a different class.

[center][url=https://youtu.be/77R1Wp6Y_5Y]”Lobby Music”[/url]
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She activated her scouting programs before connecting each tiny search engine seeking any information on the source of this comms. Then once she was sure there were no traps and it was another Eve Mandy erected her lobby which resembled that which was to be built on the Olympic a proposed Cruise ship for the Mars run.

(As the companion of a high ranked Corp. it is a secure exchange and a place where everyone can remain location search free; well relatively and each of you are as likely equipped.)

 [b][color=BA386D]Greetings Kara I am…..Please Call me Cheshire for now as it would be best we go annon as a first date[/color][/b] giggles the [url= https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ff0e65fc-0084-4797-911b-2460541428ad.jpg]Odd Icon[/url]