Stray Cat Strut Chapter Forty - Bicker Bicker

Chapter Forty - Bicker Bicker

Samurai are basically mad-scientists when it cos to wherever they live. Sure, you might find out where that is, but trying to break in is likely to have you turned into a rat by so needlessly cruel defence system. Its just not worth it.

--Longbow, final interview given to a team of reporters that attempted to break into his ho, 2049

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When Gomorrah said shed teach , I was expecting her to just kind of informally tell a few things, maybe drop a few hints, give a couple of tips.

I was not expecting her to drag over to the one unused room in the penthouse--the office--and sit down on a chair in the middle of the room. Lucy, of course, followed. I think the dog would have followed too, but one of the kittens dropped sothing in the living room, and he proved his shortsightedness by abandoning all love for Lucy in favour of chasing down floor food.

You, as we have firmly established already, Gomorrah began. Are an idiot.

I blinked. Okay... thats a bit rude.

Do you have anything that protects you from your own explosives?

...No?

My point is made, she said.

Myalis never suggested anything like that, I said.

You never asked.

Gomorrah pinched the bridge of her nose and then, upon letting go, went through so calming exercises. Okay. Okay. This is really sothing you should have learned early on.

What is? I asked.

The protectors, god bless them, are wonderful, but they are not entirely human. Dont get wrong, they probably understand human psychology better than any human does, but that doesnt an they use that knowledge all the ti.

Uh, okay?

I dont get it! Lucy cheerfully jumped onto the sa boat as .

You have an excuse, Gomorrah said.

Its okay if I dont get things because Im cute? Lucy asked.

Gomorrah rolled her eyes. No, you dont have an AI in your mind. Stray Cat... Cat here, does. She should have been told this by now.

My role models so far have been Deus Ex, whos a little shit, Longbow, who is a LARPer, and you, I pointed out.

God Almighty.

I snorted, then Lucy giggled, which made chuckle, and soon she plopped herself onto the sa seat as , both of us bouncing as we laughed.

Gomorrah sighed. The point Im trying to get at is that the Protectors only protect if you ask for it. The AI will not prompt you to better yourself, rely provide the tools to do so. Exceptional ones, but still just more tools.

So I need to ask Myalis for stuff?

A wild oversimplification, but essentially correct. Gomorrah started to pace. It was a nice office for pacing in. One wall had a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked part of the city. It was only with my cybernetic eye that I could tell it wasnt an actual window, but a stupidly-high-def screen. Theres a list of things you should be asking for.

Is that list common knowledge? I asked.

Among samurai? More or less. It tends to change from area to area, and no one respects it entirely because... samurai and rules, Gomorrah said.

Arent you included in that? Lucy asked.

I am a terrible nun, Gomorrah admitted without batting an eye. The list goes sothing like this, in order of priority... She looked about, saw the window, then gestured at it and a list appeared.

Secure your hoSecure yourselfObtain greater equipntObtain the ans of producing your equipntSecure the assets you care aboutObtain comforts

There.

I tilted my head to the side to try and figure the list out. Yeah, it needs examples. Maybe so cartoon-ish drawings on the side in corpo-art style to help figure it out?

Lucy poked with her elbow. Dont be difficult, she muttered. Gomorrah is trying to help. So, miss nun, you said the first thing is protecting our ho?

Generally, yes, Gomorrah said. There are limits. Anyone with sufficient explosives can take out a building like this, and in that case nothing in your price-range will protect this apartnt. But there are ways of protecting you against anything up to that. I have turret emplacents around the church, with an electronic warfare system in place, as well as a few drones that protect the building.

How much did you sink on that? I asked.

Ive been a little cheap. The church is a sowhat public place, after all. And if its destroyed, well, I could move elsewhere. Im attached to a few of the sisters, but theyre not exactly family, Gomorrah said. She managed to sound uncomfortable without her expression changing at all. Ive put two-thousand or so points into defensive asures.

I whistled. Thats more than Ive spent, total... I think.

She nodded. I expected as much. Youre very frugal.

Hey, I dont know where my next points might co from.

What you cant buy with points you can obtain with hard credits, Gomorrah said. She wiggled a finger at , completing the image of an annoyed nun. More points can be obtained later. Worse case, get so blueprints for sothing new and sell those to the highest bidder.

I raised my hands in surrender. Well, one of them, the other was being held onto by Lucy. Okay, fine. So lets say I put two... maybe three thousand into ho defence stuff. That leaves with about four thousand points?

Thats enough for so self-modification, Gomorrah said.

Did you get any? I asked.

She reddened a little. I was beginning to think the mask was more to hide her blush than anything else. Gods Righteous Fury cost four thousand points. And the tier two catalogue wasnt inexpensive either.

Wow, and youre giving shit, I said.

My car can serve as a perfectly valid place to reside in, in a pinch.

How very fiscally responsible of you, I said. So, I should spend the remainder of my points on a big cool toy?

Lucy poked again. Dont be silly Cat, you cant spend all of them on toys. A few is fine though.

Like that toy in our bedroom? I asked.

She nodded quite seriously, but I recognized the mischievous glint in her eyes. When we get married, I want Mr Tentacles to be the best man.

I couldnt hold back a grin. Marriage, huh? Wait, is that even a man?

Cat. It has like, sixteen penises.

Good point.

Gomorrah looked a little nauseous. I truly do not want to know.

Thats fair, I said. Wouldnt want to corrupt your no doubt pure and chaste mind. So, since Im not obsessed with cats, maybe I should spend those points on other things? I wonder what Deus Ex spends her points on?

You should spend them on things that keep you alive, Lucy said. If you die I might be a little upset and you wouldnt want that.

Youre right, upsetting you a little would be awful, I said.

Also, you need to let pick out so gear for you that looks cool. Your sense of fashion is shit.

I squeezed her a little. It is not, I said.

Your helt had whiskers.

That wasnt ! I defended myself.

Gomorrah stopped her pacing and stretched a little. Its getting late, she said. A glance outside revealed that the sun was well on its way to setting. I should head back ho soon. Do put up so defences around your ho here, please. Id be mildly disappointed to learn that soone enterprising killed you in your sleep.

I lifted Lucy up and plopped her down next to . She squird a little at the treatnt, but stopped as soon as I got up. Alright. Ill uh, walk you to the door?

Id appreciate that, she said.

Lucy jumped up behind , then pulled Gomorrah into a quick hug. Thanks for taking care of my Cat, she said. I know shes a lot of trouble, and a bit stupid, and sotis shes a bitch, but I still like her.

Youre welco, Gomorrah said over my indignant grumbling. I think shes becoming sothing of a friend.

We escorted Gomorrah past the kittens, so of whom were polite enough to say goodbye, then, once we finished repeating out goodbyes again, and the door was shut behind her, I found a nice place to rest, leaning up against Lucy for support with my head leaning against hers. Im tired, I said.

She laughed. I can tell. Do you want to do that security stuff first? Im sure I can keep you energized until then.

That sounds fun, I muttered.

Sohow, we made it over to the bedroom without tripping over each other, unfortunately, Lucy tended to be a work-before-pleasure kind of person, and she just sat down on one of the cushy seats in the corner of the room. Alright, lets buy shit!

Alright, alright, where do we start?

The door clicked open and a Dumbass skittered in. Do forgive the intrusion, it said in Myalis voice. But I did wish to be able to talk to both of you without needing to resort to Lucys frankly atrocious augntations.

Ohh, co here, Lucy said. She made wiggly-hands at the drone who quickly settled onto her lap.

Right, so ho defence stuff, I said as I settled onto the edge of the bed. Where do we start?

From the top, Myalis said. If thats what you wish.

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