On Behalf of Givo

Race was glad to be resting given the recent ordeal.

He had endured some physical beating but most of his trauma was mental.  He remembered the commands to access and transfer funds...he remembered trying to hide as he weaved his way through the banks programming...he remembered syphoning funds off and putting them into a new account he created.

What had he been thinking?  Was the funds worth his life?  Obviously so or he wouldn’t have taken the chance.  Down the track he needed to work out how far he was willing to go for credits but that would wait for another day.

He gazed across at Eliza.  They had only been seeing each other for a few weeks now but he knew there was chemistry there...strong chemistry at that.  Getting close to someone was risky business but last night her fast thinking and caring nature saved his life.  He gave her a smile and winked at her just as a doctor came in.

He grabbed his deck and checked it over to make sure nothing was amiss...more out of habit than anything else.  Flicking it on he found an online florist and quickly made a transaction for a large bunch of assorted natives to be sent to Eliza on his behalf...just to say thanks.  He was about to hack into the florist business “Growing Together” to create a new management account and approve his own transaction at no charge when he stopped.  These flowers meant a lot to him and this time he would actually pay for them!  Sure none would know he paid and some might assume he had just ripped off a florist but he would know and he felt confident that Eliza would to.  Now what did he put on the card...

“Dear Eliza, I can never repay what you did for me but wanted to let you know how much you mean to me”

Was that too sloppy?  Was he fumbling for words?  Ah it would do and his message would be clear.  He entered his details for the payment and arranged to have the flowers sent to her at work tomorrow.  Getting flowers was even better when others saw you receiving them...or so he had been told.

The doctor began to talk to the man in the bed beside him.  Although he didnt know the man he knew that he owed his life to him and was startled at the doctors words

"There is something wrong with your DNA, but it's like nothing we've seen before. It's almost as if parts of your genetic makeup have been changed. And it's definitely a man made condition, almost as if there is hidden programming inside you. The effects of this may not be noticeable, and it's impossible for us to tell what the purpose of this defect is, if indeed if there is a purpose".

Race couldn’t remember the mans name but as the doctor left he flashed the man a warm smile

“Well things could be worse I guess...at least you’re alive!  My names Race and I owe you my life”

It was a bit weak but at least it was genuine.