Discovery

I don’t wear makeup, or revealing clothing with this name, in fact each name has her own rules that I follow religiously. When I’m little Liza Monay, I hunch slightly to make my 1.7-meter frame even shorter, and I wear frumpy, dumpy clothes that make me look heaver than my 53 kilos. As I prepare to be the beautiful !Zozs!, all of that changes. Gone are the dull earth tone clothing, in favor of bright shiny fabric. I change the hair on my head for a neon-green colored, sculpted spike set. !Zozs! is vibrant and alive unlike Liza. Bright glittery makeup showcases my fine bone structure, more glitter lightly covers my mostly naked flesh, enhancing the small bits that are not showing, not out of modesty, but to cause a sense of mystery, and a desire in the weak, to see what is hidden. Years of parkour and second story work, done with different names of course, have honed and sculpted my body into the weapon it is today. The makeup has the second function of softening my hard flesh, to make it seem less dangerous. We wouldn’t want to frighten my prey away would we. The final touch, the locket given to her by her mother years past, now attached to a neon-green choker, bringing attention to her long slender neck. !Zozs! is so small, and with her birdlike voice, everyone desires her, none could fear her, done, and perfect.

Today she is hunting somewhere new. She has one particular man who is today’s prey. He prefers small, subservient women. He likes to demonstrate his wealth and strength. !Zozs! is so, the perfect lure for him. The auto-cab picks her up from her lodgings, a mid-priced hotel in downtown Chitown. It flits up into the air above the masses and drops her onto the roof top of the Arc building. Electric City, one of the most exclusive night clubs in the city has the top five floors. Coming in via flitter avoids the crush at street level, but a sizable crowd is waiting at the roof top entrance ahead of her. !Zozs! does not wait for lines of common people of course. Lengthening the stride of her perfectly sculpted legs, when she struts like this all belongs to her, ignoring the masses, the normals waiting in line. With a haughty flick of her head, she passes them by, immediately being allowed through the door. As if flicking a switch, a wall of sound hits. Vibrant, percussive music, Bright strobing lights, and a pervasive aroma of sexual pheromones fill the air. Her breath quickens, and her pulse starts to race, !Zozs! is in hunting mode, seeking her prey.

Expertly dodging the mass of people crowding the floor, she dances her way between and through. In just a few moments, she is nursing the first drink purchased for her by the first weak boy, praying that she will smile for him. Her smile while only slightly plastic, gives him a slight upturn, as if to say “good boy”. Armed with a drink to wield in fending off the lesser men, she narrows in on her prey. Robert Thrum, is fifty years old, a software engineer, and head of Quantum Engineering. He grew rapidly wealthy from designing The Coin Vault. With the collapse of the old economy, years before she was born, paper and metal currencies faded into insignificance. Virtual, encryption-based currencies became the standard, and The Coin Vault, became the most secure method of storing the specific tokens associated with such coin. All that of course is not why he is her target tonight. No, tonight, he was on the menu because of Quantum Coin. The latest entry into the coin market, said to have the strongest algorithm on the market, and promising years of stability.

Finally, sweeping through the dance floor, more like making love, than combat, as those around her cede her room, she sees her target. A reserved table was on a balcony over the dance floor, Thrum and some of his Quantum lackeys are celebrating the incipient launch. Her information was correct, now to catch his eye. !Zozs! explodes on the floor, making acrobatic moves that set her apart from the ordinary dancers nearby. Seductive movement, and glances of her muscled thighs, promised boundless energy, and endless delights if they were to wrap around you. It was only a few minutes before he came down to the floor himself. According to her information, Thrum fancied himself a dancer. Before long, dancers cleared away from her as he joined her in a pool of space all to themselves. At first, they danced around one another exulting in independent movement, but before long, they were touching. Moving in tandem, he started to throw her into spins and cartwheels, flowing with the music and showcasing her limberness, and his strength. Once she touched him, he became hers. A small drop of tailored pheromone exuded from the tip of her artificial finger. According to the physical his insurance company required him to take, he was particularly susceptible to just this set of chemicals. Money well spent in the discovery process. After a few songs, and one kiss, tailored saliva glands emitting another even stronger chemical to finish the seduction, they were enroute to his home near the former lakeshore.

Thrum was unable to keep his hands to himself during the short limo ride. In a short time, they touched down on a pad overlooking the rest of his estate. Intoxicated to the point that he could barely think, she led the quivering bundle of sexual tension into his home. Immediately upon entering, the embedded computer placed in her skull, paired with her state-of-the-art quantum server back in her home miles away. With her on the inside of the security measures, the auto-hacking began. Only moments were required to own the protections within. A light scratch of her artificial finger, and he was unconscious from pure bliss. A few moments removing his clothing and gathering genetic material, and she was ready for the main event. Looping the cameras and convincing the security AI that she was allowed to be here, a mere moment of child’s play to one with her skills. Once she gained entry to Thrum’s home office, she removed the locket from her neck. Deftly clicking the hidden catches, she opened two compartments in the small container. In the first compartment, with an ancient photo of a Japanese woman her mother called her secret friend, she removed a fiber cable slightly thicker than a human hair, and uncoiled it to its full one-meter length. Attaching, the cable to 4 small, glittering blue gems 300 microns wide, and a system connector the width of her smallest fingernail, and only half the thickness. She plugged one end of the cable behind her ear, and the other to the computer under the desk. As she waited, all of the genetic samples taken from Thrum went into the second hidden compartment, completely hidden away. Amazing what you could do with someone’s genetic material.

Closing her eyes, she fully immersed herself in the stream of the server she was attached to. Many hackers liked to filter the stream, hiding away the complexity, but not her. In the stream, she was no longer !Zozs!, neither was she Liza or any of the other names she used. In here, she was known as Discovery. No secret could hide from her, and she felt no need for a filter. She controlled the stream, flowing at speeds unimagined before the fall, the segmented mind granted by her implants allowed her to submerge herself and flow as fast as the data itself. In what seemed like hours, she was finally able to tickle the data from its security enclosures. She convinced the security, that she had never been there, copied a few seconds of raw pay-data at several terabytes per second, and smoothly exited the Quantum Engineering systems leaving them none the wiser. Before she exited Thrum’s desktop system, she cleaned up the access logs, edited the bedroom security footage to leave a flattering reminder of their tryst. She coiled her tools and put them away in the locket, and cleaned up all evidence that she had been in the office itself. She cleaned and reset her finger, originally lost to her mother’s dog, Justin, when she was young. Word of advice don’t yell at your mother and shake your finger at her while her dog is standing there. Once she was all put together, she returned to the bedroom, removed the rest of her clothing, and snuggled in next to her victim.

The following morning, she was greeted by beautiful sunshine, and a tray full of food. While the drugs she fed him addled his memory of last night, the edited security system footage painted a graphic picture of their fictitious lovemaking. After she cleaned up in his immense bathroom, he even called her a cab. The best crime is of course the one that no one knows ever happened. While her mother hated men her entire life, perhaps the fact that she never met her father had something to do with it, she found that they were the best prey, weak, easily led, and grateful enough to make her breakfast before she left.