The oriental girl at the Avis desk jumped out of her skin. She had been miles away, fantasizing about the latest Hentai movie she had down-loaded from a Japanese porn site, wishing it was her getting raped by those tentacles, when the woman with the North European accent spoke to her in English.<br/><br/>"Oh Pardon Mam'selle. I weel get eet as soon as I can!" She smiled and shoved the golden card into the slot on her desk, quickly comparing the data that was sent directly to her implant with the print-out, and comparing the woman's photograph, voice print, fingerprint and the DNA sample from her skin cells left on the card with those on record.<br/><br/>"Certainement, Mam'selle Magnessen. Ze activation codes are on your card. Eet weel guide you to ze car, Go out of ze door 'ere, to your left et suivit, uh... follow ze arrows zat appear on ze card. Aff a pleasant treep."<br/><br/>It wasn't often that a gold card carrying member came through her desk, but when they did, the clerk was all smiles and obsequiousness. As the woman walked away, the clerk sighed softly and turned to the couple who were evidently fuming. "Mes excuses, Monsieur et Madame. Titulaires d'une carte d'or, ont la priorité. Comment puis-je vous aider?"