Or Whether Corporate Nudity should be part of the Dress Code.
Or How a single Drink can turn Thirst into a Traction with the Law.
Or Going where your Money goes, to keep an Eye on how it Disappears.
Or discerning when the Notion of a Lotion is not Beauty but Dependence.
Or Whether Renting Pleasure is different from Owning it.
Or Whether a Wedding can be arranged as a matter of Levity.
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Clarity awoke, knowing it would be a busy day. She reached for her decryptor under her pillow, it was making an odd vibrating noise. A short blurb of text showed up on the main screen, adorned with several Chinese characters. Get your friends, we have to leave. Evans was awake already. Apparently, the scandal on facebook´s lack of regard and overt manipulation of the social information of its users, was out.
Clarity walked out to Flower and Lanai´s…Continue
Clarity looked at all the servers in the data warehouse room of the Center. All that this place did was to spy, to spy on anything and everything it could find, for money, or strategic military reasons. A tap-tap sound from the decryptor coming from Evans brought her back to the fact she was on her own.
"Where do we go now?" she asked.…Continue
It took Afterflow most of the next day to figure out what was happening with the Center and understanding how Evans interacted with various electronic and computer modules, and seeing why communication with the outside world was becoming increasingly difficult. The elevator system, where part of the logic processor of Evans had stayed, was proving to be faulty and was interacting with other domotic modules, local temperature at the Center, the fountain patterns of the Bellagio, lighting,…Continue
Clarity went through an additional security check before entering Brayfield´s bedroom with Everglade holding her hand. Closer to Everglade she was now as Evans had suggested, she just hadn´t planned on also being close to Brayfield.
"She likes you honey," said Everglade, flashing a smile, "I convinced her to come here with us."
"Oh!, that´s nice," said Brayfield, "well, make yourself comfortable, we have all night for you to let me know…Continue
Clarity glanced at the open space left by Afterflow, who was checking the hoistway of elevator B. The elevator doors were still closed and Everglade was pressing the landing call button insistently.
"I´m holding the elevator, don´t worry, the potential wikileak I want to reveal concerns facebook," said Evans, "facebook did a huge social experiment which took place already and which…Continue
Clarity stood aside, letting Afterflow, who was getting impatient, through the side entrance of the conference room. After a few additional minutes, Everglade answered questions from the punch-in bunch crowd, while the elevator repairman spoke to Brayfield about various unexplored connections between the logic motherboard of Evans and elevator B, connections with the car, the portion of the elevator where people rode, and with its dome, or…Continue
At around eleven AM, the punch-in bunch, punched in their attendance card at Central Underground Center´s reception desk, and headed for the conference room. It was a group of political and economic mavens, high ranking officials, bankers, economists, investigative financial reporters, think tank specialists, lobbyists, military heads, and social network directors and executives, who met periodically to discuss the latest ways of corruption and spying on regular people, viewed…Continue
Clarity returned to her desk at the lounge floor of the military center, counting the various jets of the Bellagio show, which took place every fifteen minutes during the day. Everything was back to normal at the Bellagio.
"Couldn´t get the blueprint of the motherboard," said Clarity. She felt odd speaking to a computer screen but she knew that Evans was listening, as the name of…Continue
The job Brayfield intended for Clarity was one of easy supervision. She was in charge of monitoring the Bellagio fountain jets, ensuring the pattern shown to onlookers matched a pre-planned sequence that was programmed into the pumps, strainers, electrical panels, and filters by Evans´ domotic program, leased by the Bellagio from the Center, whose complete name was the Central Underground Infostation Center for Symbolic Affairs of Strategic Importance. She turned on her…Continue
"Not so fast, lady," said Brayfield.
"Not so fast?"
"No, let´s do the requisitioning right away, I want to know whether in fact, in true rendition of the matter, you carry bitcoins or not."
Brayfield pulled out a smartphone and called his assistant, Mandy…Continue