Caliban's day had been fairly usual. He had woken late, after 5 p.m., with a serious hangover. By the time he had gotten out of bed his auto-kitchen had a strong, warm cup of coffee waiting for him. Caliban dumped it into a larger glass, added a couple of raw eggs, Tabasco, a couple of caffeine tablets, cause it was never strong enough. As the dot above the i he added some Caribbean rum. The breakfast of champions.<br/>One hour later he was downtown, at a fancy healthclub he had somehow scammed his way into. As soon as he got within 200 meters of the place his comlink gave him an angry reminder. It was time to renew his membership, something he couldn't afford at the moment. He had high hopes for the job a friend had offered him, he had bills to pay and healthclub memberships to renew. Not that he needed to work on his body, but he liked to work up a sweat, either with the machines or in the sauna. Today he did both. First 2 hours with the machines, then a quickie in the sauna with a junior executive named Sean. Caliban left with a big grin on his face. He had to get the money, this place sure was worth it.<br/>On his way home he was challenged to a game of Paranormal Crisis by a snot nosed kid who had read his profile. Caliban had never been one to step down from a challenge, and spent the next 15 minutes getting his virtual ass kicked all across the matrix. He just couldn't compete with the reflexes of a 12 year old, suddenly he felt old. And the kid sure didn't have to be so damn smug about it, Caliban felt like yanking the head right of the brat's shoulders. He chose the mature response instead. He thanked him for a good game...and saved his user-profile. Maybe he could convince Noe or some other hot hacker to send the kid a nasty virus or something.<br/>After he got home he spent some time logged into the matrix. He chatted with a housewife, a mother of three from the DC area. Caliban was quite vain and shallow, and preferred his sexual partners young and pretty. But there were something to be said for housewives. In the matrix, where everyone could look exactly how they liked, there were no holding them back, they had such delightfully dirty imaginations. They spent a couple of hours together in full Virtual Reality, playing High Society Trophy Wife and Orc Robber. Cyber sex, almost as good as the real thing.<br/>On his way to the meet he started feeling a bit tired again, and popped open a capsule and poured it's contents into his mouth. He wasn't exactly sure what it was, he had gotten it from a friend, but it was working for him so he didn't ask to many questions. It was some kind of stimulant, he knew that much.<br/>Just as he was starting to worry about money again, enough that he actually was about to call his financial advisor, his com beeped and he read the message with a big grin. It was from one of his fixers, Harry. That could only mean one thing: work.<br/>When he got to the Cage the people he was meeting had already been there for quite some time. Fashionably late as always. He was dressed in a suit that probably cost more than the average Joe spent on rent for several months. It was his biz clothes, had he just wanted to party he would have chosen something far more outrageous (not to mention more revealing).