Peter F. Hamilton by Flight The Naked God 05

Author:Flight The Naked God 05 [The Naked God 05, Flight]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-10-22T20:15:33+00:00

Andy Behoo fell in love. It was instantaneous. She walked in through the door of Jude's Eworld, kicking off a cascade of datavised alarms, and he was utterly smitten.

Terminal babe. Taller than him by a good ten centimetres, with the most gorgeous cloak of hair. A face with soft features so delicate as to be way beyond anything cosmetic adapter packages could achieve--a natural beauty. She wore a white sleeveless T-shirt that showed off a hot figure without revealing anything, and a scarlet skirt that didn't reach her knees. But it was the way she carried herself that clinched it for him. Perfectly composed, yet she still looked round the shop with child-like curiosity.

The rest of the staff were all giving her clandestine glances as the doorway scanners datavised their findings. Then the smaller girl entered behind her, and the scanners gave out an almost duplicate alert. How weird. They couldn't possibly be a cop grab operation, too obvious. Besides, the manager was pretty regular when it came to slipping the shop's bung to the district station.

Andy told the customer he was dealing with, "Look it over, and have a think about it, you won't find a better deal in London," then left them to scoot over to the girl before any of his so-called colleagues could reach her. If the floor manager had seen, he'd probably lose his job. Abandoning a customer before the sale is sealed--capital crime.

"Hi, I'm Andy. I'm your sellrat. Anything you want, it's my job to push the more expensive model on you." He grinned broadly.

"You're my what?" Louise asked. Her expression was half puzzlement, half smile.

Her accent did strange things along Andy's spine, making him shiver. The ultimate in class, and foreign-exotic, too. He scanned his enhanced retinas across her face, desperate to capture her image. Even if she walked out of his life now, she would never be entirely lost. Andy had certain male-orientated software packages that could superimpose her into sensenviron recordings. He felt shabby even as he recorded her.

"Sellrat. That's what the public calls Customer Interactivity Officers round these parts."

"Oh," the smaller girl sighed dismissively. "He's just a shopboy, Louise."

Andy's neural nanonics had to reinforce his smile. Why do they always come in pairs? And why always one obnoxious one? He clicked his fingers and pointed both index fingers at the smaller girl. "That's me. Try not to be too disappointed, I really am here to help."

"I'd like to buy some neural nanonics," Louise said. "Is it very difficult?"

The request startled Andy. Her clothes alone must have cost more than twice his weekly pay, why didn't she have a set already? Beautiful and enigmatic. He smiled up at her. "Not at all. What were you looking for?"

She sucked her lower lip. "I'm really not very sure. The best I can afford, I suppose."

"We don't have them on Norfolk," Genevieve said. "That's where we're from."

Louise tried not to frown. "Gen, we don't have to give our history to everyone we meet."

Rich foreigners. Andy's conscience struggled against temptation.

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