<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Randy, Priya</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.worldofmodels.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/291.jpg)(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CX3-FCwUdO4/Va4H5Fn0y-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rrp1HxDeUX0/s1600/rakul-preet-singh.jpg)</div></div></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://static6.businessinsider.com/image/5783c2aedd08956f6e8b4aac/a-college-student-created-this-plan-to-save-new-york-city-from-future-floods.jpg)</div><div align="center"> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>4:00 PM</strong></span></span></div>"Thank you for flying with A-Airlines," A robotic voice echoed out of the speakers above Min Jung's head, indicating her arrival after only two hours of flying. It was a wonder how much technology was allowed to innovate once there were less conflicting interests yelling their opposite among Senate floors. However this marvel didn't seem to be taken with as much excitement as the rest of the passengers around her, as they all grabbed their bags and shuffled down a hallway that was only meant for two individuals, but compared to 2017, felt like a red carpet. The shining lights of New York's tallest buildings were covered by the window shades, as the older man next to the window seat grumbled about the future being too bright on his burnt-out eyes. Min Jung had to sit in the middle, between the grumpy white male, and what looked to be a Mexican athlete who had a large hat on his head with a visor over his eyes. He was giggling to himself the entire flight, but she wasn't able to see a thing through his visor. There must have been some privacy setting that he enabled, much like when those big, bulky VR goggles first found out how to darken themselves for private, pornographic views.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, it was time to get up and leave, and after the athlete to her right pulled three bags of uniforms and personalized dieting food out of the bins above him, he gave Min Jung a wink before he set down the hallway towards the exit. The older man stood behind her as she grabbed her things, a hand lightly on her back to make sure that she wouldn't fall. Or at least, that's what he told her, quickly letting go when it was pointed out by someone behind them both who waited for their turn to leave. A myriad of lights assaulted her vision once she arrived outside, most of them belonging to stationery signs and pacing droids, who shepherded confused or waiting citizens into automated cars to take them into the hustle and bustle of New York City. The droids didn't even give her time to bring up an app on her phone before one of them floated over to her, asking automated questions with no emotion before she was invited to join two other people in an automated car that intended to drop her off to the address she provided. She had no time to buy a souvenir. The moment that she had left the front doors of the airport, she was fair game to push away. Like a restaurant rotating tables, airports were one of the many places that became focused on turnover once the AI took over. All restaurants within the airport offered quick finger foods that could be taken on the plane, with littering charged to customer's Aether accounts if they were caught. Now that Min Jung was home, it was time to send her off to college.<br/><br/>Once Min Jung crossed a beautiful bridge that seemed to be one of the few things not enhanced by automation (besides the booths at both ends that reflected light right into her eye), New York City became a cacophony of lights, sound, and people. One of the individuals sitting across from her in the back smiled as she introduced herself as a fellow musician intending to make it big, despite the perfection that seemed to come out of the well-known robotic DJ Otto-Toon. She spoke about the older days of the 1950s, when guitars were played while hooked up to amps, instead of robotic fingers tinkering with DJ pads hundreds of times a minute. "I'm Claire," they finally said, as they held out their hand, as expected of someone stuck in older times. "Nice to meet you."<br/><br/>The other passenger smiled in the rear view mirror at Min Jung, since he was in the passenger's seat and couldn't see the Korean that well unless he turned around in his chair. He wore a suit and tie, although his hair seemed a little unkempt for someone who was dressed as formally as he was. As expected of someone who was probably meeting up with droids, or video-calling with someone for one of their interviews, a quick fix of the hair and usually no one realized when you woke up late and couldn't shower before attending that interview. "I'm sorry, have I seen you somewhere before?" he asked, even though there was no possible way that this was the case. Perhaps a reason to simply strike up a conversation with her? "You look like you're in high school, are you a transfer student to New York University?" His tone sounded interested, but a faint flick of his eyes down to her cleavage gave her enough information as to his intentions. One car ride into America, and she was already being hit on.<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/36/ca/86/36ca86e5eacb4888b5e3a37cd6524c8c.jpg)</div>Luckily, the conversation didn't last long before the car stopped right in front of the chrome-covered steel gates to NYU. A droid stood within a booth as clean and pristine as the gate, and stopped students as they aimed to walk inside and find their new dorm. The single droid levitated around a student's bag, shining a red light over the material to highlight the items inside, which appeared on a screen pointing out of the booth to let the students know if they found anything odd. The nervous, sweating teen bit his lip as the droid's beady red lights in place of eyes glowed brighter upon a light reflecting off of a metallic piece inside of his bag. "Halt, stop."<br/><br/>The student nearly jumped out of his skin as a large metallic box opposite the droid's booth had opened, letting loose a larger droid that towered above the student, like a bouncer back at a 2017 club. With two large metallic arms and fingers, the droid accelerated on wheels towards the bag across from it, before stopping and pulling the indicated piece of metal out of the student's bag. "I... it's just a friend's. I brought it for him..." the student tried to say, as the B0unc3r droid pulled out a plastic bag of human blood, completely see-through within his metallic hand. The droid pressed the metallic shard upon the bag, and the blood within it immediately turned green, pigmented by the nanobots within the shard that released upon breaking skin. But the shard wasn't able to tell if the bag was skin or not, an indication of shoddy or makeshift designs. "Get him."<br/><br/>The student cried out as he tried to make a break for it, before the B0unc3r droid opened one of its wrists, letting the bag of blood disappear into its metallic body while a beam of energy shot out of the hole. The energy hit the student 's arms, yanking them behind him and stopping him dead in his tracks while he screamed in terror. "IT'S NOT MINE! IT'S NOT MINE!" he cried out as the towering droid closed its distance with the student, and closed the beams together into a pair of handcuffs.<br/><br/>"You are under arrest according to the Aether Inc. Agreement, Subsection 54, Paragraph 4. No hacked cybernetic enhancements can be possessed at any time. Struggling within these binds will add 20 years to your sentence."<br/><br/>Within those words, the student's will completely drained out of him. Sobbing and lowering his head, he allowed the droid to pull him up to his feet, and shuffle him into a nearby automated car, which locked the student within a cage made of energy once he was thrown inside. His items were also encased within a fibroglass container, and tossed in the passenger seat, another amateur criminal or clueless student out to fight the law.<br/><br/>After another few students were ushered past, their bags containing nothing of note, it was Min Jung's turn. Fortunately for her, her parents had set her up with a yearly plan of MAC Inc's internal nanobots, which were globally approved while they applied for her Aether Password. Once her bags were checked, it was off to the dorms, while hundreds of students walked or ran past her, having arrived just as last minute as she did. In keeping with the history of a University that still stood tall despite 33 years of opposition and an even longer past, New York University prided itself within its respect of the Great Awakening's technological advancements. Concrete walls were reinforced with fibrosteel, a melding of old building material to the newer age, which made the buildings 1000x stronger at a fraction of the cost and speed that it took to put together a building out of old-styled concrete.<br/><br/>The moment Min Jung walked upon NYU's campus, her phone buzzed with the indication that two apps had just installed upon her phone. The expected "NYU" app, a gray square that glowed with a metallic sheen when hovered across with her finger, opened to reveal a congratulations from the school president upon reaching and being accepted into the NYU's Pre-College Transfer Student Program. Just in case, the app was all too ready to bombard her earbuds with the information as well, reading it with a robotic voice.<br/><br/>"We are just as excited as you are to show you around the campus! If you have any questions about the locations of any buildings, just feel free to open up the Map's section of the app and tap any location for a GPS direction towards the location. Your homework and lessons are underneath the 'Assignments' tab, separated by class number and instructor. All of your lectures and homework will be online, but you will have an adviser for any questions that you might have about the lessons or due dates."<br/><br/>The app didn't seem to be worried about bombarding their students with information upon first opening the app. If they couldn't handle it, they wouldn't have been accepted into the college in the first place. "Please attend your dorm and introduce yourself to your dorm mates for the rest of the year. Any questions towards your dorm mates can be emailed to the Student Officer, who can be found in the 'Contacts' part of your app."<br/><br/>The app finished itself, and then the congratulation message disappeared with a map towards her dorm, which appeared to be on the South side of campus. As she walked, she passed a gigantic food court, with foods similar to those at the airport, but with more room for fine dining and waiters that weren't made of metal. The college bookstore passed her by as she moved out of the center of campus, passing all sorts of students that were no doubt older than her, due to the special circumstances of her joining NYU.<br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>5:00 PM</strong></span></span></div><br/>The college dorms looked similar to the main gate and buildings surrounding the campus: old-fashioned but enhanced with technology. A wrought iron-fibrosteel gate hung wide open, allowing thousands of students to find their dorm and meet their fellow students. Min Jung had to climb two flights of stairs, her room number indicated by her app and the map that directed her towards number 327. Once she reached the solid mahogany door, the small metallic addition to the door opened and folded from a large square into a flat silvery rectangle, with enough space for a mobile phone to be placed inside of it. If she looked on her phone app, she'd notice that there was an unknown code of nonsense numbers and letters sprawled across it. Since they were unknown, they couldn't have been her aether code. Perhaps her student ID? Either way, insertion of the phone caused the rectangle to clamp down upon the phone, before unlocking with a beep.<br/><br/>As she walked inside, she was met with the pinnacle of student relaxation and comforts. The dorm seemed to be a one-bedroom, similar to an apartment that anyone would find outside of the campus. The first odd thing she could notice when she walked in was that the bedroom door was closed... and there was moaning coming from underneath the crease.<br/><br/>"Oh, fuck yeah baby. I needed this!" A male student groaned as his words were met with female moans, while the lightest creaks of a bed could be heard in the background. However, the sounds stopped as the door closed behind Min Jung. "Fuck! I think they're here," he said, while the girl moaned in a mixture of what seemed to be pleasure and frustration as blankets shifted inside of the room.<br/><br/>"Are you fucking kidding me? I was so close!"<br/><br/>The bedroom door opened to reveal a senior student buckling a belt onto his jeans, looking around the room before his eyes set on Min Jung. "Sorry about that, we got a little too occup-OH." The student stood, frozen as the implications of what just happened seeped through his skin like poison. Not only was a girl able to hear him fucking his girlfriend, but she was going to be living with them for the rest of the year?!<br/><br/>The man looked to be around 5'11", drops of sweat leaking from his forehead onto his four pack abs. It appeared that he foregoed a shirt because he thought that the last member of the dorm was going to be another guy. His hair was short and dirty blond, with hazel eyes that radiated masculinity, but also softness as the embarrassment of the situation was taking hold of him. He had a stubble surrounding his face, which he appeared to shave perhaps a few days ago. But here he stood, feeling more naked than he should, in front of a girl that definitely looked like a Freshman. "I... Well... it's nice to meet you?" he asked, holding out his hand to shake before he retracted it. "I um... give me a minute..."<br/><br/>"Who's there, Randy?" the girl voice asked, before "Randy" closed the door behind him.<br/><br/>"Um, you're going to have to see for yourself," Randy replied, slightly muffled by the door.<br/><br/>"What? What are you talking about," she replied, as there was another shuffle of blankets and the slap of bare feet upon hardwood flooring. "It's not like it's a ghost or..." the girl asked as she opened the door a crack, and peeked her head outside. She paused as she looked down at Min Jung. "Oh... that's what you meant." Her face burned bright red as she realized that Min Jung probably just heard what was happening. The red burned past her darker skin as she held out a finger. "Um... one moment," she added before shutting the door behind her.<br/><br/>A full ten minutes later, and both Randy and the girl walked outside, completely dressed and decent. Randy decided on a plaid red, gray, and white long sleeve shirt while the woman decided on a yellow blouse with a dark blue jeans skirt, the colors of the NYU mascot. The woman bit her lip and looked extremely shy, while Randy seemed to be doing most of the talking. "Sorry about that," he repeated, smiling sheepishly as he looked towards the kitchen, and walked over to it. "Can I get you a bottle of water or something? Did you just arrive in New York?"<br/><br/>The woman brushed a bang of long, dark brown hair out of her face, her darker skin still decorated with red in her face as she held out a hand to introduce herself. "I cleaned it up... don't worry," she prefaced the action, even though that seemed to make her blush even harder. "My name is Priya Sinha. I'm an exchange student from India. It's very nice to meet you."<br/><br/>Priya relinquished her hand after the formalities, and walked over to the massive tan couch in the living room, decorated with shelves of books from students who long left the dorm, and a television up against a wall with one game system that seemed to have every possible game attached to it, along with a PC in the corner opposite the living room, for studying or gaming. She pulled a pillow between her legs and closed them, turning on the TV as she crossed her arms and watched TV, even if it looked ridiculously uncomfortable from that position.<br/><br/>Randy sighed as he held the water out for Min Jung, his eyes darting between Priya and her. He lowered his voice as he continued to talk to her, a little guilt etched onto his face. He couldn't focus his gaze completely on Min Jung, since it seemed to dart over to Priya every few sentences. "Pleasure to meetcha. What's your name again?" he asked as he opened his own water and sat down at a chair across from Min Jung to continue their conversation, across from Priya. Priya's eyes darted from the television to Randy, then back again. "Sorry about her too. She's a little... it was my fault." He took a drink of his water, his smile widening a bit even though his eyes didn't divert from Priya. "I'm Randy, Randy Obenour. And Priya is my girlfriend... I think." He passed another gaze to Priya. Their eyes met, and while she did smile, she still kept her glance on the TV.<br/><br/>"I... don't take it personally. Priya has sort of a temper, and I think I set it off. Listen... I heard there are a bunch of parties going on across the college, in dorm rooms or some of the bigger dorms on the East side. Do you mind... going to those so that I can try and fix this? I'll owe you one, and I'd really appreciate it?" Randy stared into Min Jung's eyes, his hands coming up from his chest to clasp together as if he was begging her while trying to keep it secret. "Just this once? We can talk about rules and all that tomorrow. I just... really need to fix this."<br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>New Quest Objective:</strong></span> Spend 5:30PM to 12:00 AM outside, by any means necessary.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Reward:</strong></span> +10 relationship with Randy, +5 friendship with Priya. 100 Credits.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Possible Locations:</strong></span> East Side Dorms, Party at Room 207, School Store, Food Court, New York City.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Current Inventory:</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>100 Aether</strong></span><br/><strong>Armor:</strong> School Uniform (+0 Flow)<br/><strong>Weapon:</strong> Unarmed (+0 Flow)<br/><strong>Personal Item:</strong> Empty</div>