<strong>The Electron Road, The Millions of Flops between one second and the next, On Th' Way To Th' Club<br/>(Perceptually Only)</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The Persona heading towards Butterfly was altered to look more like Marie than normal and more titillating than normal. Only a complete rube would trust the biometrics portions of a Persona, but unless the marks too way too much time in responding to the message that her disguised sprite was going to send that was the only quick reset available. Similarly, the knock-off impossible bikini was the only appropriate-ish free skin that Nadia had on short notice. But there were none of the risks involved in this travel; nobody was going to be looking for such a distant icon even when it was close like this unless they'd already seen it. So, basically the other half of the team.<br/><br/>|I can do a quick public search, but there's probably not enough time for anything more and doing a search with the sprite I'm going to send over would be a waste. Just look for this porn-bot icon and that's the ticket if it shows up in under a half-minute.|  She wasn't planning on actually having the thing disguised for more than ten seconds or so, just long enough to pretend to be a cheap advert bot, but why not plan on a worse case?<br/><br/><br/><br/>Back in meatspace, Nadia moved. It wasn't much, but it was more than she'd been moving in a while. "Yeah. Lemme just run this 'ad' by you real fast." The 'ad' her sprite was going to 'deliver' was a basic cancellation in your area kind of thing, and two blank areas for the discounted prices and the code to reserve to on her soon-to exist taggants. That would make for a nice, dump-able, unrecoverable connection point. And it'd look like a note-pad in the matrix, because she could. "What sounds like a good price? I only kinda know some BTL related fees for this kinda stuff."