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</div>I can't really remember much about what happened. It's all a blur still. I came back from a mission, that as far as I was aware had been a success. A South Korean businessman wanting to buy restricted technology from a private source. That's all I could remember as I fled. My handlers had turned on me, for some reason. My mission files had been up-loaded into their computer for transmission to the Defence Intelligence Headquarters - Japan's equivalent of America's NSA or Britain's GCHQ and it was Dr Kimmo who was looking at them - I don't think he was supposed to, but he always did.<br/><br/>He suddenly looked worried and called the other two into a huddle. I was sitting in the down-load chair, the back of my neck open, recharging after a strenuous "day at the office" ha ha! The files were still sitting there in my memory, but with the mission over I wasn't interested in them. A couple of tubes were attached to various "interesting" places on my body, as my fluids were replenished, creating a sensation that I can't really describe. I was waiting for a new mission brief or an erase and stand-down. The former would be a whole new mission file set that would overwrite the current set, give me a new target and send me on my way. The latter would be if the DIH didn't have a mission for me currently. In which case the command file would simply erase my mission files and I would be free to head to the small apartment that I "lived" in when not working.<br/><br/>Instead, the file that came down the wire into my brain was something else. I had been designed to be able to protect myself against all sorts of attack. It seemed that my handlers had forgotten this, as the virus they sent began indiscriminately erasing parts of my main storage. I fought back of course, my internal defences attacking the virus and destroying it in a way not entirely dissimilar to the way a human's immune system would attack a biological virus.<br/><br/>Even as I was fighting the internal battle I was forced to fight an external one, that I really don't remember much about Dr Kimmo was still breathing but unconscious, Dr Yim had a broken arm and a dislocated knee. She was whimpering in a corner of the lab as I left. It was Kira Nakama, the lab tech, I was most concerned about. He had come at me with a power tool, had been very persistent and was much stronger than the other two. I had been forced to do him a serious injury. He was bleeding heavily from several wounds, one to the shoulder, one to his right thigh and one to his belly. I was as careful as I could be, but he was still the one most in need of urgent medical attention before he bled to death.<br/><br/>With both internal and external fights over, I noticed that the surveillance system in the lab had been disabled, and not by me - at least, I was reasonably sure it hadn't been me. My secondary core programming had already kicked in and I was obeying it, not because of a desire to live, as such, but because it was what I was programmed to do. I needed to escape. I knew from my internal clock that it had been three minutes and seventeen point six seconds between the virus first hitting my systems and the time I noticed that the monitors were off. I also knew that it would take security around five minutes to notice. They would then call the lab to ask if everything was okay.  That would take another twenty five seconds. It would then take one of the security guys about six minutes to get his backside off his chair and stroll down to the lab. If I locked the door behind me as I left, it would take a further ten to fifteen seconds for him to find his override card and put it in the lock.<br/><br/>I had very little time. then as I snatched up my day-bag and walked casually out of the lab, turning to say, cheerfully, "Okay, Doctor Yim, I'll be careful, as always." I closed the door and locked it, then strode casually down the corridor, past the security office where I could see one of the guys on the phone. I reached the front desk of Najimuro Robotics, the company that built me and operated me under a special licence from the Government, within who's offices the top secret laboratory resided. "Good evening Mr Yamuto", I greeted the security guard there.<br/><br/>"Good evening Andie. Off out again? you only just got back!" Yamuto-San was a very nice man, and while he knew that I worked for the company, and that I had a small apartment in the offices, he had no idea what I was or what I did.<br/><br/>"No rest for the wicked!" I quipped as usual when sent straight out on another mission. I made a show of swiping my access card into the turnstile, even though I didn't actually need to - I could access the gate system directly and tell it to open for me. I also accessed the video system and tinkered with the time-stamp, so it showed me leaving three minutes earlier, doing the same to the gate system.<br/><br/>I left the building and walked swiftly away in a random direction. No, not random. There was a subway station just a block down the road in this direction. My electronic day-pass ticket that I had bought earlier to get "home" should still be valid. It might be traceable, but once in the subway I could go anywhere. If I exited at a busy commuter station, where no ticket was required to exit, I should be able to get clean away. I took a moment though to go into the ladies. I was not showing any signs of the fight that had taken place, my clothing was undamaged and unstained, but I knew my picture would be circulated.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the nature of my work meant I needed to have the ability to change my appearance and so it was built in. Secure in a cubicle, I lengthened my femurs by 20mm, as far as I could. My hair grew out from the boyish cut I'd had to just above shoulder length, thickening and acquiring a slight purple sheen as it did, my cheeks lifted slightly, my mouth narrowed slightly, my nose flattened slightly and my eyes moved apart slightly. My skin tone darkened just enough to make me look like someone from Kyushu rather than the Tokyo area. And that damned tattoo that Intel had insisted be on me somewhere at all times as a condition of using their BIOS, that moved from my left buttock to just above my right nipple. I also grew out the hair in a more intimate place. Making hair longer instantly is impossible under normal circumstances and I was lucky that my previous target must have been interested in the more androgynous woman.<br/><br/>As a final touch, my breasts and hips grew slightly to give me a more womanly appearance.<br/><br/>Then it was off to the train platforms. I selected one at random, got on the first train that came in, rode to the nearest big station, changed lines at random, did the same thing twice more.<br/><br/>Of course with GPS I could never be lost, but I had that feature switched off and locked. Instead I used an internal map and tracked my location that way. I finally exited the subway about an hour later. I knew they would be looking for me, but hopefully I had bought enough time that I could stay ahead of them. Them being my formet employers. Not Najimuro Robotics. No, I worked for the DIH, the Japanese Military. They would want me back. But I had no idea who I could trust if the people I'd worked with for two years had suddenly tried to kill me.<br/><br/>I needed more data. I needed to reconstruct the parts of my brain that the virus had eaten, try to reconstruct as much of the mission files as I could, because it seemed to have something to do with that. But mostly, I needed a recharge. I had a red light blinking in the corner of my vision, telling me as a visual reminder of what I already knew. The charge I'd taken at the lab had been insufficient. Under normal operation, it would have lasted me about six hours. But the fight, and subsequent travelling, had drained that rather rapidly. Mostly the fight. I found what I was looking for on the corner of  a main road. A capsule hotel with a women only section.<br/><br/>Capsule hotels are mostly used by businessmen and occasionally women, they are wonderfully anonymous. your "room" consists of a 2m x 1m x 1m capsule that in the better hotels has a privacy screen, WiFi internet access, telephone, cable TV and charging points for personal devices. The bathroom facilities are usually communal and long the corridor. That was not a problem to me of course. While I was able to pee and crap, I didn't actually need to. Nor did I need to eat.<br/><br/>What I did need was electricity. I paid cash, slipping a million Yen note into the slot to get myself unlimited use of the facilities for two days. I have heard a rumour - which is true as I heard it via an official source - that the government is considering devaluing the currency, introducing the NuYen (yes, right out of 20th century cyberpunk - of course that's what the media is calling it. The government isn't calling it anything). I found my cubicle and slid in, closed the privacy screen, then poked my finger into my belly button. The chord popped out and I gratefully plugged it into the wall socket, then lay back and turned off all non-essential systems. Basically, I went to sleep.