Today's session would add a faster processor with better iris motion detection for her contacts. More storage was getting inked into her arms and she was having the turbine in her carotid artery beefed up to add more power. After this session, she would be able to walk down the street again without getting mobbed by loc-ads, pan handlers with phreaking kits, or tweens war driving on their BMX bikes.
But that was merely defense. This upgrade would also give her more redundant access to the local networks. She was getting an industrial piercing in each ear, with the connecting tats, to increase her antenna space.
The middle-aged manager at the The Quiet Place, the restaurant she worked at, would complain again. Let him. It was impossible for him to hire anyone without similar rigs. Anyways, you needed some kind of connected skin to take peoples' orders. It was expected, even if most of the patrons still used handhelds.
Mo could hear him in her mind, shaking his head and mumbling something about being able to turn off when he was young. She could not understand why anyone would ever want to do that.
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