TXTX003 - a meeting of misfits
18 Mar 2024tixtox
The old Man across the table breaks out in a roaring laughter, while the barman frantically tries to cover the huge glitching adscreen in the center of the club with a heat blanket. His desperate and mostly unsuccessful dance only draws more attention from the crowd to the manipulated display that shows a wild selection of revealing Aisling Duval PinUp Shots. Fingers are pointed, eyebrows are raised and here and there some underhand pictures are taken with personal InfoPads."Would you be surprised if i told you that some of those are not even AI generated.", says the rainbow haired Kid with a big smirk on his face. My attention wanders to the woman at our table. She follows the whole thing with an expression of disapproval.
"So you can hack a public display. Good for you, kid. But an Achilles Aerospace Tech Vault is a whole other kind of challenge. Is this really the best tech specialist you could find?" Her eyes narrow as she glares at the old man.
He takes another puff of his Kamitra, seemingly unfazed by her stare. "Nyx, my dear, you underestimate Rainbow's skills. He may be young, but he's got a knack for the unexpected. And this one here - he points his cigar at me - will be your pilot."
Nyx and I lock eyes and it probably would have turned into one of these prolonged staring matches if the old man hadn't visual and sound locked our booth in this moment. As soon as the ambient turns to muffled voices and blurred desaturated surroundings a hologram appears in the center of our booth and settles our little competition.
"That my little magpies is one of the three new prototype drives that Achilles is currently developing. It has completed internal testing and is filled to the teeth with thargoid technology." , he takes another puff and blows the smoke into the hovering, slowly rotating blueprint.
"This is what you will acquire from the tech vault!"