Doctor Who Bernice Summerfield Adventures 79 (BS18) by The Mary-Sue Extrusion (Dave Stone)

Author:The Mary-Sue Extrusion (Dave Stone)
Format: epub

designer combat gear that was her DataDay trademark, its artfully contrived folds and rumples more pronounced and slightly greasy after a day of hard work. Tomorrow she’d discard it and select another of the nearly twenty identical sets of working clothes hanging in the closet. In one hand she held one of those minicams a journo uses when going solo, and draped over the other arm was a crinkly vegetablecellophane bag in which was sealed a dark, and off-the-peg suit. She tossed both items on to the bed, wandered over to me and planted a kiss on my stubbled head. The sleeper awakes,’ she said. ‘As he’s ever going to be,’ I told her around a mouthful of the local equivalent of bacon, which seemed to consist of vinegar-cured donkey. You shouldn’t have let me sleep like that. There’s things I should be doing.’ Yeah, well, I tried to kick you awake this morning before I went out. You were completely dead.’ Sela went over to a bureau and pulled out a recorder pack. ‘Hang about for a few minutes, will you? I’ve got to download.’ She wired the pack into the socket behind her car. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll edit anything sensitive and confidential out and EM-pulse it.’ She smiled. ‘I’ve messed around with my journalistic ethics too much for you already for it to make a lot of difference.’ All DataDay front-end correspondents have their optic nerves and aural centres wired to implanted storage wafers, which store everything they see and hear on a rolling twentysix-hour basis, like a jar being filled from the top as it empties from a hole in the bottom. Given that, you might wonder why they still have to mess around with other cameras and complete news crews. The simple answer is, of course, that the implants show the scene from only one point of view, you can’t get shots of yourself with them - and there are cases where the intimidation factor of a bunch of technicians comes in incredibly useful. Sela hit the switch on the recorder, and her face relaxed as the implant dumped its cache. There was a kind of animal stillness about it when she did this, a sense of perfect repose. I looked on her strong, sharp features, the innate set to the muscles under the

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