The Purloined Iso
Hiding in plain sight was often the best place to hide something. It was one of the few things he remembered from one of Flynn’s stories. He never paid attention much, too busy scoping out the female renders.
But the fact was still valid, so here he was, hiding in plain sight at the local energy cantina. He needed to get hooked back up with the freedom fighters, or an underground ISO refuge or something. When one is on one’s own too long, it gets very lonely.
He had tried to leave a few hints for really eagle-eyed programs to pick up on, hopefully ones that weren’t wearing red. It took him a while to learn how to modify the arena armor he had got back on... that day. He didn’t like to think about it.
Still, it was worth figuring out how to mod it. He made it look less like a conscript’s render and more natural, and left a few clues. A hexagon where a circle would have been, a tiny creep of his natural circuitry peeking out at his neck that looked like it could be part of the rest of the render but if you looked closely you could see it was on his skin. Stuff like that.
“Hey, barkeep. Send that high-rez render down there a Green Gridbug from me.”
As the bartender complied, Gibson raised his drink and winked at the female program as she received the drink. He was just going to act casual, friendly, normal. Buying girls drinks was normal, right?
((OPEN RP))
