<div class="floatleft">(https://farm5.staticflickr.com/4645/25270097928_f0cb237019_o.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Faraday #27825<br/><strong>Status:</strong>AskFirst<br/><strong>Looking for:</strong>A job<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Employment Services hadn't been a good help today, due to some reason the whole office was on holiday. It didn't really bother Faraday too much, she just deemed it an inconvenience. She had recently moved to Venus City in a bloody gurney no less, airlifted from an accident that severely damaged her body. The Venusian Cybernetic program was able to patch her up, graft key cybernetic components to replace the unsalvagable body parts, and revive her. She was grateful for it and also glad she wasn't going to pay a hefty medical bill for it. She just needed to work the discounted price off. That meant getting a job and it was much easier applying for something at the Employment Services offices, but they were closed today. Maybe she would have better luck doing odd jobs or working as a freelance temp at places that didn't require an application.<br/><br/>Her outlook on the society on this island was a surprise to her. It was like a more liberal Las Vegas where there was more sex than gambling. Faraday assumed it was the way of life for everyone living here. There was no need to be fearful of the next corner. Sex was very regulated here. In the recent days, she had spent her free time in her apartment just getting the damn app to work. But she was proficient enough that she able to set her status to where people just need to ask. And no one bothered her.<br/><br/>She took a jog towards this place called Damara. From the outside, it looked like a scientific campus or academy. She thought, farther from home she would be asked by every other passerby to do it with her, but she successful thwarted their plans for also inputting in the app, that if they ask, the exchange would be to give her a job, even if it was temporary. She wasn't desperate or anything, she just wanted to pay back for this body she has now. Judging from no requests in the app after five miles of jogging, it seems no one around is a registered employer.<br/><br/>She stopped for a brief breather, look at something you don't see everything. A large gaping hole in one of the buildings. Looks like someone threw a rock at a glass house today. The hole had yellow tape draped across it, so it must have been a crime scene. Weird, she thought, I thought crime was low on this island.