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Legs: Cyberpunk
Apr. 19th, 2019 09:50 am4/15/2019, Monday
"Be a shame if something happened to your son's pretty new legs," the man said. Mona knew what he meant. It was the same kind of threat that used to be uttered like, "Shame if your new restaurant happened to burn down." Except these days, she had excellent restaurant insurance and there was drone security everywhere in addition to her own little cameras. But the drones couldn't see a virus infecting her son's brand new legs, making them stop working, and it would take months and months to have them replaced even if they were covered by the healthnet. Her son had just started to smile again, naturally, a real smile and not one just put on so that they would think him brave.
Inspiration: Thinking of cyberpunk.
Story potential: Low.
Notes: Not really a story in and of itself.
"Be a shame if something happened to your son's pretty new legs," the man said. Mona knew what he meant. It was the same kind of threat that used to be uttered like, "Shame if your new restaurant happened to burn down." Except these days, she had excellent restaurant insurance and there was drone security everywhere in addition to her own little cameras. But the drones couldn't see a virus infecting her son's brand new legs, making them stop working, and it would take months and months to have them replaced even if they were covered by the healthnet. Her son had just started to smile again, naturally, a real smile and not one just put on so that they would think him brave.
Inspiration: Thinking of cyberpunk.
Story potential: Low.
Notes: Not really a story in and of itself.
