Breaking the System 2.1
I spend most of the next day just dicking around. I'd been (somewhat) serious for six days, so I kind of felt like I'd earned it. In the morning, I make a ton of clones, alter their appearance and distribute them throughout the city. Some of them sing
a capella arrangements in the street, others dance, some start doing street art and then run away from the cops, and still others get together and put on a Shakespeare play in a square.
Then I have a flash-mob at lunchtime outside the PRT building.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, I get a visit from the Protectorate. Armsmaster's there
again - did the guy have some sort of hate-boner for me now? At least he had Miss Militia with him. I'd been meaning to talk to her.
"Shaper."
"Halbeard."
He twitches slightly, and I grin. "And Miss Militia. Nice to meet you."
She accepts my offered hand, and we shake briefly.
"I've heard you have quite the impressive memory?"
I don't think that was a question she expected, but she rolls with it remarkably well.
"Yes, why?"
"Then... do you
remember?"
She gives me a
look, about to speak, and of course Armsmaster chooses now to interject. "Remember what, exactly?"
I grin at him again. There's this little tic, you can just see it under his visor... it provides me with no end of amusement. "Oh, nothing much."
He clearly doesn't believe me. He is also well aware that he's not going to get anything else.
"Moving back on to why we're here, what exactly is...
this?"
"It's a flash mob. You know, dancing, singing, all that feelgood stuff?"
Miss Militia's scarf fails to conceal her grin. Armsmaster twitches again.
"You know what I mean."
"Alright. Why, and why here? Because all you people with your serious faces behind your serious visors with your serious foam guns and serious patrols could do with lightening up a little. Also, because of the look on your face right now. Fucking
priceless."
That tic, again. He's doing an incredible job of remaining stoic, especially in the face of the grin I'm wearing that clearly broadcasts the fact that reason #2 is the
real motive behind this. Miss Militia appears to be torn between disapproving and amused. The number of people filming this on mobiles is quite impressive. I think PHO is going to have a new video upload or two before the day is out.
At this point, my secondary brains bring something to my attention. The ABB are on the move. Why...
Bakuda. Fuck. I'd forgotten about her. Curse you, past-me, for not reading Worm properly!
"Hold on a sec."
I teleport away, appear behind Bakuda, knock her out, disable those toe-ring detonators with TK and then jump to each one of her victims in turn, using Shaper to detect the little blank spot in their heads where the bombs reside. Then I teleport all of them out into space where their contingent triggers can set them off harmlessly. All of us then arrive back outside PRT HQ. I dump Bakuda in front of Armsmaster just like I did Coil.
"Here you go. Sorry, she was about to make a big grab for territory and also cause a distraction to bust Lung out of his convoy... wait, I forgot the larger bombs she planted, hang on..."
Hypersenses come in handy here - a quick visual scan of the city is enough to find the bombs. Massive invasion of privacy, quite possibly, but also no worse than what I get with Shaper every minute of the day. I carefully erase the memories of the other stuff I saw from my brain, teleport all of the bombs up into orbit and crush them with TK. There are quite a lot of explosions, all of which are then frozen. It looks fucking awesome hanging there in... wait.
If it's frozen in time, it should be an point of absolute stillness. The motion of the galaxy, the solar system, the Earth around the sun and the Earth's rotation should have whipped it thousands of miles away by now. How...
fucking Space Whales. I mean, I know there's bullshit, but this is
bullshit.
Ugh.
Anyway, that's Bakuda neutralised. Check on Lung, knock out the gangers waiting on Bakuda's go, bring them back to Armsmaster who's started
why are you cuffing the conscripts what the fuck?!
"Halbeard. The fuck are you doing?"
He bristles.
"I'm arresting criminals who -"
"No, you're cuffing innocent people who were coerced with
bombs in their skulls!"
He blinks. The people filming on their mobiles variably wince, gasp or make other assorted expressions.
...I think I accidentally Armsmaster's PR. Oops.