I knew intellectually that astral projection was a thing, but seeing it up close was as different as knowing football existed and being in the huddle with the quarterback spitting out a barely intelligible string of coded commands and then expecting you to line up properly and execute.
I was still reeling an hour later.
The short version goes like this: Naga woman wanted me to protect her child who was in town to have some sort of cyberware implanted. Her child was apparently not the same as mom. As I understand it magic and tech don’t really mix on the physical level. The more tech one has in their body, the less likely they are to have or be able to effectively manipulate magic. I’m giving you the short version, because she gave me the short version. They always give the short version. As I road the train home from this impromptu meeting I was trying to figure out what the long version actually was.
The son was named Peter Choi. The name was easy to find, thanks to the specific SIN information she included in the data dump that was waiting for me on my comm. Choi worked for SeaFlower Industries, a wholly owned subsidiary of Evo, one of the 10 largest megacorps in the world. I had the clear feeling that she did not work for Evo herself, most of that feeling coming from the fact that this was being done outside of corporate channels. If she worked for Evo she could’ve settled the issue with a phone call. Instead I was being brought in to observe the situation and make sure nothing went wrong with the situation. That part alone made me nervous for a couple of reasons. The first being that she thought something might go wrong. The second being that she couldn’t officially get me appended to Choi’s security team.
The G train stopped at Greenpoint. I stood up and exited the train.
Some Thoughts:
- The hardest part of, well, anything, is getting on a good page with it.