>>1787797Somewhere inside you a tiny voice begs for this to please not be happening, but you quash it. You have to face this head on. It's your mistake and you have to be responsible for it.
You cover your face with your hands, lower your head and stride into the confusion of the crowds. You peek between your fingers. Maybe if you can't see what's happening it'll feel like it isn't real.
You emerge from the other side, sweating and red as a stoplight. It was warm in there. You were walking as quickly as you can. Somebody pinched your flank, normally a killing offence, but you couldn't figure out who it was in the crush and you didn't want to slow down to look. Judging from what you can hear the LunaTokyo stock index just dropped four hundred neo-points. The unaccountable market slowdown will have worldwide ramifications.
The doorman on Moto's building eyes you oddly.
"You know there's alleyways all through here," he said. "You could just have gone around."
You breeze past him without a word. You make sure he's out of view before sliding your lockpick out of your bra and letting yourself in. Thankfully, there's no-one on the elevator up. You don't think about alleyways. You trot down the silent corridor and slip into Moto's room without even a whisper. It's a small apartment, but nice. Spacious living room, white carpets, all the latest video game consoles, including some you haven't seen before. Lovely view of the city. The noise of the stock market below is a distant hum, scarcely audible.
You've barely began to think about where to start looking when there's a noise from the bedroom. A voice. "Hello? Who's there?" It's unmistakably Moto. You freeze. You're too far from the door.
"Is that the cleaning android I ordered? This place is filthy."
A) Hide in the bathroom
B) Jump Moto when she comes out of the bedroom, subdue her with your skills at martial arts
C) Stay perfectly still, pretend to be the cleaning android
