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Chapter 44 – Keeping in touch

    Chapter 44 – Keeping in touch


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t trust anything they wanna jam in yer skull! Those imnts will turn you into mind controlled ves at the push of a button! I tell ye, that’s just all fockin’ bullshit to control ye! Wake up sheeple, all they want is to steal yer bodies!”</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400"> - Post on the pre Inte Forum ‘TechFreaks’, about the rise of the augs, 2025</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">While we waited on Jenna, Chloe and I chatted about a few mundane things, my ns for the district, how I would go about it, what she nned to do for a little while.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I also wanted to give Tina and Castas a call, as well as Victor. Those three had some things I wanted to talk to them about and while I still wasn’t sure about Tina, considering the whole… Sarah episode, I wanted to do it sooner, rather thanter. It was important.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thinking about Sarah made me slump a little, that same guilt and feeling of helplessness washing over me once more. Chloe’s presence helped a lot. It calmed me, calmed the whole chorus, and gave us the strength to follow through with the call.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Deciding that I had some time, I called Victor first. He was more likely to be awake already, and it gave me time to prepare before I spoke with the other two.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Seraphine,” Victor''s voice came when he picked up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was of course using my virtual realm to call him, and watched the call window when he picked up. Victor looked… tired. Not bad, not really, just exhausted. Not a surprise to be honest, considering that we had just gone through an incursion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Victor, morning. You tried to contact me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… Heard that some changes areing. I’m not gonna pretend that I like them, Samurai or no, but I’m also not stupid enough to fight you on it. I like my life and as the saying goes, don’t fuck with Samurai.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“d to see you’re as sharp as ever,” I said with a smirk. For the call my avatar was wearing mybat dress, it felt a lot more fitting.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t survive by being stupid, Seraphine, you should know that better than most.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I do, believe me. Anyways, what did you want to talk about?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He grimaced slightly, but it vanished quickly, “Honestly, I wanted to know when you n to get back to it and what you have in mind for yourself when you do. You have a list of client requests long enough to clog up my server and at this point I had to block any more requests because my provider was calling me and telling me to stop melting their shit with all the traffic.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">That had me giggle, “Yeah, I can imagine. You can forward them all to me, my AI will take care of it for the moment. And I can’t tell you yet when I get to them. I have a few days off, might take a few on the day after tomorrow, who knows. But I also gotta do some Samurai stuff, you know how it is. The world doesn’t stop spinning just because you want it to.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wouldn’t that be nice,” he muttered his reply, then sighed and nodded, “I’ll send them all to you. Anything you can tell me on how you’ll conduct business from now on?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Eh, not quite sure yet. I’ll probably still use the brothel for it, but I’m going to get it some upgrades. Not just for myself, mind you. That ce needs some proper maintenance and I happen to have a swarm who is more than eager to polish some stuff. Pick a day out that works for your schedule and I’ll polish things up. Apart from that, there will be some more changesing, I’ll be introducing a new department to keep an eye on those who might go down a very slippery slope. There was a… quite unfortunate incident yesterday and it showed me just how much we need to up our game to prevent another one. Is Galia still around?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He nodded, “The chick you were keeping an eye on? Yeah, she is… To be honest, she isn’t looking too good. I tried to y some connections in your absence, maybe find a way to help her, but… well. She’s too high to hear much of it. We only got back yesterday, so there wasn’t a lot of time yet. Especially with the… clean up. Shame about Dax, really… That man deserved so much more. All of them did.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Victor wasn’t typically a man I liked that much, he could be a little aggressive, but I also didn’t dislike him either. Hisments made me raise my opinion of him though. He seemed to genuinely care and that spoke well to his character.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll see if I can’t drop inter today. Try and help her. That department I mentioned will be for cases like her. And I want to make it very, very explicitly clear that that’s my pet project. Any outside interference will not be tolerated and will end up with being fed to the swarm, got it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Clear as holo-ss. I’ll assume you’ll be hashing out the details?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head, “Tina will. I realised that I’m not the right person for it. She is the head of the Crimson Rose who are in charge of the Joytoys and the brothel business. With her expertise and her people she’s much better at it than I could ever be. She talked to you yet?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Called yesterday evening, after we cleaned up here. She also mentioned that incident I’m pretty sure you are talking about… How are you taking it? I know I cane off as a bit of an asshole, and you would be right to say I’m asking for more than just personal interest. Truth be told, we can’t afford our patron Samurai to have a breakdown.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Typical Victor, always so rough around the edges. But his voice told me he wasn’t entirely without personal concern. And he was right.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m… okay. Not fine yet, but I had a long talk earlier and I have people who keep an eye on me. It still hurts, of course. It hurts like a motherfucker if I’m honest. But I’ll live.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good to hear… Be careful out there, you hear me? Now, was there anything else? Need to start on the day’s admin shit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not really, no. I’ll let you know about the details of my own job when I hammer them out. Maybe keep Galia off the books for today?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can do that. She won’t be happy about it, she takes Shiver like Sharon… But I can manage. Just make sure to swing by, okay?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Will do. Later.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He nodded, then cut the call. I sighed in the virtual realm, rubbing my face, and taking a moment before I ced the next call.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The news about Galia was not unexpected, but it didn’t mean I worried any less. After yesterday… I hoped I could still help her. She hopefully wasn’t too deep into it all yet, so maybe a bit of Cleanse and some therapy could help her out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tina picked up soon after, although Castas didn’t. It quickly became apparent why though when Tina turned on her PC cam. It was a bit outdated to have PC’s, of course, but in the redlight district there weren’t many who could afford the kind of augs to have your PC with you all the time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Castas was with her, both sitting on the edge of the bed in nightgowns, and it was very apparent that both had just put them on, Castas still adjusting his shirt.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey. I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” I asked with a smirk.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you did just kind of blue ball little Cas here, but that’s okay. We can pick upter,” Tina said with a cute giggle and gave him a loving nce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Of course, after Cheryl’sments I had been aware of the two maybe being an item, but so far it had all been distant and not that obvious. Until now, at least.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, give you a prio order. Tina and I can tag team you and show you heaven,” I said, my smirk growing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s not the kind of offer I should reject, huh?” he asked, ncing at Tina.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, silly, you shouldn’t. You know how good I am, Seraphine is leagues above me. How does this evening sound?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shrugged, “Probably won’t have time then. I can manage in two days, if you want? Maybe tomorrow, but I’ll see what the day brings first.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, I’ll hold you to it,” Tina said with a dangerous smile on her lips, but it quickly sobered. “How are you? After yesterday…” She hesitated, obviously unsure how to continue.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m getting there,” I told her with what I hoped was a reassuring smile, but truth be told I probably didn’t quite manage it, “I’m sorry, Tina… I know there was nothing I could have done, but… I’m sorry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your AI sent me a summary of what she figured out… I’m just as sorry as you are, Sera. To know that entire… thing went down without any of us noticing… I knew she was in bad straits, but that was a whole lot more fucked up than I ever could have imagined.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… It’s why I’m calling you. There are changes I want implemented and soon. To make sure shit like that doesn’t happen again. Or to at least make it a whole lot lessmon. Just talked with Vic, so he knows, but you’re in charge of the Joytoys. The details are for you to hammer out, but basically I want a department for that kind of crap. Have some ce to keep an eye on things, people that anyone can go to for help. We can’t entirely stop it, not with how fucked up it all is, but we can make it better. And I want to make it clear from the very beginning that it’s my project and that anyone who fucks with it has to deal with me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She nodded and so did Castas.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“To that end,” I continued, looking at him, “I also want to introduce some policy changes regarding drugs. We won’t ban them, that won’t do anything and just make it all worse. But I want some kind of idea who takes what and how much, so we can keep an eye on cases that might go badly. I’m not asking you to keep an eye on everyone, I have some of my drones in the district to make sure nothing like it will happen at the moment, and I will probably ask Jenna for help regarding a more permanent system. But I want it known, maybe you can think about how best to tackle it? If you need something for it, just ask. I know your resources are limited, even with the help of Haze, so I’m willing to do what I can to help.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He nodded again, “I can do that. We’re still rebuilding it all, so it might be a very good time to start, make sure it will all go over nicely. Haze still seems reluctant, the bastard has been trying to dodge talking to me. We’ll find some way to make them get off their arse, though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I can give him a call, remind him a little.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nah, no need. Once we’re back in the district shit will flow, I know it. Sultan is a fucking asshole, but he’s not so stupid to try and risk your wrath. Or that of Legion, for that matter. After our little meeting people have dug out all the footage of you fighting. They’re pretty fucking terrified, as they should be.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded at that, it was only to be expected.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good to know. And I think that’s all from my end, unless you have something I’ll let you get back to your fun. Milk him good for me, alright?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Will do,” Tina said with a giggle, “He’s surprisingly adept in bed. Oh, one thing before I forget, one of my people had the idea to have some drugs delivered to you, if you want?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head, “Nah, no need. I’ll probably still use the brothel for work, although I’ll send my swarm through to clean up and shit. Maybe have Jenna send some drones for maintenance. Not sure yet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, just know that the offer stands.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks. See ya, and have fun.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">In reply Tina turned and kissed Castas hungrily, before the call ended.


    <span style="font-weight:400">They weren’t a pairing I had expected, but I could definitely see it now. Not sure how well they fit, but that was their shit to figure out. I wasn’t going to be involved, especially because I had no clue about rtionships either. Sex, sure, I could fuck anyone as good as they wanted me to, didn’t matter who they were or what they liked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rtionships? That was another thing entirely. And my own experience with it was limited to being a drugged up sex doll cumdump for some old gang mates, and the entire scenario with Chloe and Jenna. There was some headway, sure, but we weren’t in one yet, and one of the most terrifying topics was soon toe up. Only after would I know where we stood.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I knew it was all fast. We’ve only known each other for a very short period of time. Much shorter than most would consider normal. But I wasn’t normal, and while Jenna was still taking her time, Chloe seemed just as eager as I was. If the whole Hive thing wasn’t a problem she probably already would have said yes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And if I was honest with myself, I wasn’t exactly the kind of person to subscribe to the idea that you needed to know each other for some arbitrary amount of time before you should get together. Was it a good idea? Sure, you knew the other person a lot better. But I liked them both, loved them both, and I was pretty sure they did like me just as much, maybe even love me, deep down somewhere. In different ways of course, and for different reasons. But so far they’ve shown no sign of being disinterested and every sign that they were. Even if things still had some hurdles.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Taking a moment I thought about anyone else I might call, then remembered Dax’ maybe girlfriend since Vic and I talked about him earlier.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Kaysa? Can you figure out the number for Dax’ girlfriend? Would like to let her know about him.”


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Of course. Here you are.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">A momentter a new number got added to my contacts under the name Sabrina. Hesitating for only a moment I dialled it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">To my surprise she picked up pretty much immediately, looking rather awake. Maybe she was an early morning person?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hello? Who is this?” she asked, giving me a suspicious nce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hello, I’m Seraphine Bloodfallen. I work at the Rose Carpet, and Dax mentioned that he was seeing someone. My AI found your number.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her gaze fell and her face shifted to one of sadness, “Oh…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You know what happened?” I asked gently and with a warm smile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… I got a notif for it yesterday… He didn’t make it through the incursion…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m so sorry, Sabrina,” I said solemnly, “By the time I found him he was already… I’m sorry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re a Samurai, yeah?” She asked, although her expression remained the same.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am. Sadly only became one after he already passed away… By the time we left the wing upstairs everyone downstairs was already dead. There was nothing I could do, I’m sorry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sabrina shook her head gently, “It’s okay… I don’t me you for it… Hell, I barely managed to get out myself. Some Samurai called Patrick picked me up and brought me somewhere more safe. Do you know him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I did… He sadly passed awayter on. Model Nine got him good.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh… Fuck…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">For a moment she was silent, and I gave her the time she obviously needed. She looked… crestfallen. That deep sadness that I knew so well. I wasn’t sure why Patrick’s death seemed to bother her, but I also didn’t feel it right to ask. At least not at the moment.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks… for letting me know. Not sure why else you would call me, I’m a nobody…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wanted to let you know about Dax. He was quite into you, you know? I don’t know much, but we talked a little the day of the incursion and he mentioned you. At first I thought he was trying to get me to spend a night with him, but he very firmly said that he had someone else.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Were you two close?” she asked, with a tone I couldn’t identify. It wasn’t judgemental or anything, maybe uncertain? A hint of suspicion?


    <span style="font-weight:400">She probably thought I was seeing him. Maybe I could have worded that differently.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, just coworkers. I’m a Joytoy, he was the bartender. We may have spent a night or two, but that’s been long in the past. I’m so sorry that he can’t be with you anymore. He seemed genuinely happy about it all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… He was nice. I liked him a lot… Was hoping that maybe we’d get somewhere together. Now I’m alone again… Fuck…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She tried to hide her tears, but she couldn’t. I simply gave her some time, and she sobbed quietly, mourning the loss that so obviously hit her so hard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can I ask how you met?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She nodded, and took a moment to breathe, “We met in a club. Just a nice evening out… He was so nice. Invited me for a drink, then another one. Later went home and he showed me what he could mix up. Such a gentleman… It was the best night I ever had, not that the ones after were much worse. He just… he got me, you know? My life hadn’t always been easy, but he just made it all go away. Just by being there. I miss him so much…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded slowly, “Yeah… I know how you feel. I’m in very much the same boat. If you need something let me know, okay? I’m a bit strapped for time at the moment, but I’ll see if I can’t find some time to help you with whatever you need.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks… Not sure what exactly I could need, but it’s nice of you to offer.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, I’m still a Samurai. I can make a few things happen, twist an arm or two.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She snorted, even if it felt a little off, “Yeah… Might make my boss finally admit that he’s wrong. Fucking asshole, really. But I don’t want to bother you with stuff like that… You’re a Samurai, you probably have a lot more things to worry about.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t say that. You’re a friend of Dax, a very important friend, and that alone is enough reason for me to help. Just say the word. If need be I’ll ask Chloe or Jenna for help. Chloe could make a block of steel melt with her gaze if she’s pissed off, and Jenna could swarm an entire megabuilding if need be.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Friends of yours?” she asked, a bit less distant, even if the sadness was still present. Just talking helped though.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, two Samurai. I met them the day of the Incursion.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Damn… Three Samurai. That’s… That’s a lot. And you’d help just because I ask?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. Helping people is what we do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She nodded and was about to say something when she stopped, obviously taking a moment to think through something. “If… If I ask you right now to help me with something, would you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That depends. Like I said, I’m a bit strapped for time, but I’ll see what I can do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s about work, to be honest. I’m a frence developer, as much as you can be frence in today’s world. Need some problems fixed and it’s been bothering me. Deadline is tomorrow, but I can’t think at all, not after thest couple of days. Boss doesn’t care and I might very well lose my contract with it. And I need it to pay off some debts I still owe. Or at least parts of them.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Done.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kaysa took my meaning and went to work. A momentter her elven form popped into existence next to my avatar.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Problem solved. I also fixed some minor bugs and made it all a bit more efficient. Still obviously your work, but a bit better. You have talent.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sabrina’s eyes of course went wide at seeing her. “An elf?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I giggled, “It’s just an avatar. This is Kaysa, my AI helper. We’re in a virtual realm at the moment, makes it a bit easier with calls and such.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She nodded, although the shock was still there. She probably had some issuesing to terms with it all, considering her state of mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve also,” Kaysa continued with a bit of a yful smile, “Adjusted your debts to be urate. There were some discrepancies that went against the legal paperwork. Sadly I can’t do more, not without some more dedicated purchases from Seraphine’s end.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you need?” I asked her. If I could help and it wasn’t too much, then I would.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A more dedicated hacking catalogue. There is one for 100 points that would be of help and might be useful to you in the future, if only to allow me some more direct action.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Get it. That’s nothing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sabrina’s eyes went wide, “100 points?! Do you have any fucking clue how much that is?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shrugged, not particrly caring that much, “Honestly, no clue. For me it’s ten dead xenos, that’s the work of at worst a minute, and I don’t even have to be present. If it’s to help you, I’d pay a grand if I had to. Sure, I don’t know you personally, but you’re Dax’ friend. A friend he cared deeply for. That’s the only reason I need.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was shocked and it took her a moment to even reply. “Are you for real? That’s more than I could ever pay back!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Again I shrugged, giving her a warm smile, “Again, you’re a friend of a friend. That’s the only reason I need. Not to mention I’d bet my left tit that it would help people in the future too. That’s hardly points wasted.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The well known ding from a new purchase came in, but I ignored it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I know this is a lot for you. Hell, I’ve been in your shoes not that long ago. But I don’t mind helping. And you don’t need to worry about meing back to you to ckmail you or anything. Or to repay me for that matter. I want to help. So if you need something else, just gimme a call, yeah?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… Thanks… A lot… I don’t even know how I could thank you…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just help the next person that needs it. Or just call me for that, if you feel like you can’t handle it. That’s what we’re here for, to help people.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks… It’s… today’s been a lot… Haven’t slept yet and I’m exhausted… Too many energy drinks and trying to get everything sorted.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">That surprised me a little, considering how awake she looked when she had picked up the call. Then again, energy drinks could do wonders to people, while alsopletely fucking up their bodies with all the shit in them. Better than drugs though, at least for your health.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then take some time to rest. Your project is done, and if your bosses knocking with aint, just tell him to call me. I’ll make sure he leaves you alone.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Again, thanks… It was nice talking to you. Seraphine, was it? Hope we can talk a little more… I’d love to take some time to chat about Dax, if that’s okay with you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. Rest well.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“See you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">And with that she hung up. Sabrina was… not really what I expected. But then again, she was under a lot of stress. Hopefully she’d find some time to rest properly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What did you want that catalogue for?” I asked Kaysa now that we had some privacy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, just a few little things here and there. I squashed a few bugs trying to steal her work, made some security changes, and I may or may not have left a little note for her boss that he best do as he told her to, otherwise a few Samurai might find out about his rather unpleasant habits. Nothing illegal or immoral, but not something you’d want sted into the.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? What habits?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She shrugged, “He tends to find loopholes to get out of paying all that he needs to and might have a thing for stalking his employees and using deep fake AI tech to make porn of them fucking him or each other. A little weird, nothing illegal.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised my eyebrows, but didn’tment. I wasn’t going to butt in on that unless he fucked over Sabrina. If I would stop and do something about anyone like that I’d do literally nothing else in my life and would have to dethrone or kill every rich person around the.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Returning my attention back to my body I smiled at Chloe. We were sitting on one of the couches in a half-hug. Her warm body next to me calmed my mind and made the world a better ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Calls done,” I said softly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“As are mine,” she replied with the same smile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We were silent for a moment, then I spoke up, a bit hesitant.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Chloe… You said you wanted to talk about the Hive thing… And I’m up for it. Maybe… Maybe my drones can help? We can chat a little while we eat, before we do the other thing after.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay. Sounds good to me. I’m not going to say that I’m toofortable with your drones, because that would be a lie. But it’s part of what I need to get used to. So sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks, Chloe… Really.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Myriad, the Princess drone, appeared next to the door, dropping her invisibility. A momentter two more drones stepped into the room, all giving Chloe a warm smile and a little wave, before they moved over to the kitchen area to start food prep.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This was going to be interesting. And while I was a little anxious about it all, okay, very anxious, I was also looking forward to it.


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