Chapter 43 - Weird Friendship, Corpo Trash, Panam's Curiosity & AI God's Plan III

"Yes, I can see the scheduled meeting. Please take the left, the fifth door to the right is the visitor's waiting room. I've sent a notification to Mr. Williams about your arrival."

Cypher nodded, already turning to go. "Sending me off already? Kinda tragic, I was just starting to like the view. Catch you later, Amy."

He chuckled as he heard the two women giggle and chat amongst themselves behind him.

Inside the waiting room, it was just him. There were also a few vending machines. But at least the soft lounges were comfortable. Still, he couldn't help but feel like he was in a hospital with all the white around. Even the damn air coming from the air conditioners smelled of disinfectants.

Bored, he took out the Agent phone and started interacting with God AI, using chat instead of voice. He asked for a quick status report on what the godly AI had found beyond the Blackwall. He was overjoyed when he recognised some of the names of old songs and movies. But there was also a lot of porn, a shit ton of it, actually. But then the fucker told him about finding access codes for some satellites in the sky from an old IEC data fortress.

If that wasn't enough, the bastard then detailed his interaction with someone called Song So-Mi. Of course, to the AI, she was a nobody. But Cypher frowned, hard.

This bastard will get me killed. I know it.

It felt like reading a novel. He read about how the God AI whopped So-Mi's ass and sent her back screaming and begging for life. He loved to learn that the AI had placed a virus in So-Mi in case she decided to blabber too much.

Not dumb, at least.

Also, what surprised him was the netrunner name the AI had picked. The Omnissiah; it was pretty badass considering who the AI was and how capable it was.

After that, he watched the whole Independence Day movie, the first and only good part, on his Agent phone. Once the movie ended, he looked around annoyedly. Hours had passed, and the meeting hadn't started.

He initially gave the benefit of the doubt that he was a nobody, and the team leader may be busy. But this was a bit too much.

Running out of patience, he got up and visited the reception desk again.

"Mr. Williams is in a meeting. We'll inform you once it's over."

He sighed, not even flirting with Amy anymore. He returned to the waiting room and leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes to rest.

With that hospital-like air and surroundings, it didn't take long to fall asleep. It all felt like a simple blink of an eye, but when he shifted again and looked around, the light seemed brighter, and the world outside the large glass window was dark.

"Fuck, how long was I out? God, this fucking hospital."

Ting!

He looked at the Agent; the notification was the AI replying to him, telling him there was no danger around.

"Eight hours? That long? Well, I didn't get much sleep last night, courtesy of our beloved BD editor." He yawned and stretched his arms. "At this point, Williams is either dead or pretending I don't exist."

Checking the time, it was nine at night already. So, he walked out again and visited the reception desk. Amy was still there, in the middle of packing her belongings.

"He's still in a meeting?" he asked.

"Mr. Blackwell, I apologize for the delay. Mr. Williams stepped out with his department head to inspect a manufacturing facility. He indicated he would return within the hour to meet with you. We haven't received any updates since then."

"..."

"What the fuck is this place? A bank or something? Go to this window, then that window, then fuck off cause it's lunch hour? I came here to pitch a product that could've made you billions. Whatever. Fuck Gene-Tek."

Having had enough, Cypher walked towards the elevator. The receptionists didn't even stop him since there was nothing they could do.

Ting!

He checked his Agent phone. It was God AI asking him to put on the AR glasses instead. He did just that, and sure enough, a wild Morgan Freeman appeared leaning against the wall beside him.

[My assessment indicates Militech's involvement remains a viable possibility. I must execute simulations to reveal the underlying truth.]

Cypher sighed, nodding. "Yeah, I can smell something fishy. Listening to product pitches was his job, not inspecting factories. Is he even in the building?"

[Am I allowed to infiltrate Gene-Tek's systems, Cypher?]

Cypher shook his head. There was no need to go too deep. "Just the surface. Logs type."

Not even a second passed before the God AI gave him an answer.

[Cypher, Hiroshi Williams has been absent from work since the date you scheduled that meeting. Analysis of a security feed, restored from corrupted data fragments left in the RAMs, indicates his attendance was recorded by someone else.]

Cypher sighed.

Militech was moving faster than he had expected. They were already sabotaging other companies to keep him without any options. Eventually, he expected Militech to directly contact him and offer a deal too good to be true.

"I need a drink."

Too full of energy after that nap, and too annoyed after that fruitless visit, he hailed a taxi and went straight to Lizzie's.

As soon as he got out of the taxi and walked towards the bar's doors, he smiled genuinely at the sight of Rita, standing proud, chest out, bat slung over her shoulder, her lips curved in a big smile.

"Seems we got ourselves a handsome corpo highroller tonight."

Cypher chuckled; he was still in his meeting attire. "Handsome? Yeah, that's me. Corpo? Nah, still stuck in my ambitious phase, unfortunately."

Rita gave him a soft chuckle as she got closer, enough that he could feel her exhale hit his neck while she looked up. But then he nearly jumped when she softly tapped her bat between his legs, pushing it against his balls.

"Interest you in a preem BD?" she asked, nearly biting her lips, her grey-green eyes hinting at mischief. Her other hand, metallic, ran over his chest.

"Sure." Cypher shamelessly rested both his hands on her narrow, synthetic skin waist. "Hope it's got someone with pink hair."

She laughed throatily, her mature voice doing magic to him. "Rules first, my dear dreamer. No recordings without permission and…"

Her hand rubbed, from his chest to down until she was cupping his girthy, full-masted erection. That seemed to do something as Cypher saw her pupils widen.

"No drugs… no groping," she said as she groped his cock harder, clenching it. "Someone catches your eye, you do not grab 'em. You find 'em in the catalog, ask for a BD, and get yourself a box."

With that, Rita backed away. The doors behind her opened.

But Cypher stayed right there, staring at her face, which he found cute and hot at the same time. The tattoo on her fairly exposed chest reminded him of things he'd written on her that night.

"Go on," she urged him.

Cypher shook his head. "Already found who I'm looking for."

"Hah!" Rita laughed and leaned into him again, this time grabbing his collar. She pulled him down to her level and looked him in the eye. "Wanting a battle on my home turf? Bring it on, doll."

Cypher didn't protest at all. He moved his body as she kept holding his collar and tried to drag him behind herself, into the bar. She waved at her colleagues, telling them she was taking a short break.

He was already hard and ready. He just hoped she'd take him to a private booth instead of tearing his suit apart in the open.

Thankfully, she did. Though he did notice a lot of jealous eyes from his fellow brothers of the human species. He knew Rita wasn't a joytoy; maybe she was once upon a time. Now she was one of the muscles of the Moxes.

Good enough for me.

He soon found himself dragged into a private booth in the bar. It had a center table and a flat seating area. The booth's glass door turned opaque once it was closed and locked.

Thud!

He found himself thrown back on the seat while Rita locked the door. Then, she turned to him, leaning on one foot, arms folded, chin raised high, smugly.

"What can I get you?"

"The whole damn package?"

Rita grinned and tapped a few buttons on the side, turning on the music. Sure, Lizzie's was a BD bar, but some pleasures were just better in physical than virtual.

"You asked for it, honey. No backing out midway."

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