>>1789443"Listen. I've been thinking about this. Once we get Kawaguchi out of the way, the world's your oyster, right? Or at least LunaTokyo. That source code gives you total access to every computer system on this godforsaken rock. But that only works as long as no-one knows who you are. You have to rule in secret, making slight adjustments that no-one even notices, transferring a million yen here and holding up a shuttle there. You can be queen as long as that goes on. But if they figure out what you're up to they'll purge the system."
Abruptly the shower head switches to "pleasantly warm". You can't say it's not a relief. The fact that it's doubled in pressure, though, takes the shine off it. You tense, waiting for Moto to hear the noise and force you to spring into action, but she still doesn't seem to have heard you. The walls must be soundproof or something. You can't quite make out her voice, now, over the sound of the water. You strain to pick it up but are distracted by two robot hands unfolding out of the wall at head level and beginning to gently massage your scalp. It's pleasant, but a distraction. You try to prize them off, but they keep coming back, politely but persistently. Shampoo is oozing from pores in their palms.
You resign yourself to having your hair washed. You draw the line, however, when a tile opens up in the floor and a laser-based depilator raises itself to the level of your hips. You shield yourself with your hands, folding them over your sex, biting back curses in four languages. There's a flash of light.
The water snaps off. The mirror shimmers and the steam that was clouding it disappears somewhere, letting you get a good look at yourself. A blush rises unbidden to your cheeks.
