A Scanner Trade
Happily the technocrat drone clone
from the mutAnt colony subhuman1
whistled his way to his weekly splinter tribe Faction 9
Survivalist meeting. (He was only required to make it
half way to the meetings, of course.
In that span the TSA supercomplex
had assimilated all the information it required
for the meeting to proceed without him.
Reports, notes, speeches scanned and
The drone clone stepped off the commuter trax
at the very next exit, and stepped into the wind.
It was free to do what it wanted to.
coughed up by shaun