He had her curiosity. Genji supposes he had it the moment she decided to attend this meeting, as shady as it was. His arms fold loose across his chest, and he starts to move—not uneasily. Just like he has too much energy to stand still for too long. He paces, back and forth, back and forth, across the narrow width of the alley.
“No doubt you are well aware that cyber crime has been on the rise here in Japan. And I do not mean omnic-related violence, though that is certainly an issue. I am speaking more of people like you and me—humans who have had technology become the core of their being.”
One hand reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket, and he reveals a small tablet, which he passes to her. Once she has it in her hands, he resumes both his pacing and his monologue. “Cyborgs across the world are reporting having their internal systems hacked, which is a huge threat to their well-being.” His own hand presses to his chest. “For example, I am one of the ones who has organic material remaining, and if someone were to hack my system, the common cold could kill me. Even beyond that example, having bodily autonomy violated like this is completely unacceptable.”
His pacing ceases, and Genji plants himself in front of her as the information of various crimes of this kind scroll across the tablet—hundreds and thousands of reports. “You are something of an expert on cyborgs and cybernetics, are you not? You know first hand. Your insights could be invaluable to us.”
cyber crime. a familiar, ugly thing. one she was acquainted with for most of her life - it seemed like an impossible conduct to be considered, at first, when cybernetics and cyberbrain were something new and revolutionary, an exemplar of the future and the advancements it could bring.
crime never slept, never rested. it kept mutating, shifting, advancing, a great germ. an incurable disease of society. a fact of life. now, hijackings, hackings, and complete wipes of the cyberbrain, including the ghost, were a caper that seemed all too common. it disgusted her. eyes, hidden under shades, rove over the tablet and it’s scintillating light, glowing just enough to light her pale face in the black alley.
she compiles the data with a silent, mercury swiftness, eyes flashing left to right, reading and storing every case, every file, every sighting of a cyber crime given to her from this tablet - both incidents she’s heard of before back in section 9, and ones entirely foreign. unknown. yet, she was quick to pick up patterns in the sightings, date of disappearances, parts of the body and cyberbrain dived into, or destroyed entirely - deaths.
motoko’s head stayed bowed to the tablet as genji planted himself. her face remained marble. ❛ you could say that. ❜ a few, tense moments of ruminating. ❛ interested in my help only, or the entirety of section 9? ❜
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