Ms. Bane ((post no. 1)) came home to a busted datapad
It was already a long day of doing nothing productive. I had been out shopping for groceries in the Athens; Jobe never supplied anything recognizable, things were labeled yet I could rarely make out how to pronounce what was written. I was in need of more jokka shavings to go with my meal tomorrow. I had happened to pass by my prior residency on the north river side district; those poor children were found not far from my door step. I wont go into that right now... there were plenty of reporters that can tell you what happened.
I carried my perishables in an old worn basket back towards the Jobe whompah interchange in Old Athens stopping only to toss a couple of credits into the blue obelisk fountain. Waiting was not long and shortly I stepped through the pale lit doorway and prayed I would appear on the other side just the same as in I stepped. I stood a few seconds with my eyes closed until I could smell the thin notum air. Opening my eyes with relief, a young man was standing in front of me waving to get my attention. I gave a slight sigh and walked towards him expecting the usual question as always.
"sfa plz" he sounded. I knew that was the younger generations' way to ask for my assistance, and over time could decipher what was being asked.
I set my basket down beside me and rolled up my left sleeve and slipped the glove I had on off and preceded to motion the nanobots to run program superior first aid. The familiar nauseating sensation came over me and I took my time replacing the glove before reaching down to collect my groceries. Once safely through the rings and a few sets of stairs later I was home. The door took its precious time as always in registering my presence before opening.
The strange sounds were not a welcomed invitation. I slid my basket to the floor and quickly went to removing my glove and began initiating the motions for a hostile nanoline. Something was in my chair in the main entry apparently eating something so I replaced my glove knowing what was in my apartment.
"Leet one-nine-eight, what are you eating? You are aware that I have you restricted to a specific diet for another thirty-seven days." I said to the creature.
The furry little intruder commented back in that familiar slang "dood y r u hiding tis jerk-eh from meh?"
Not many of you know that I shun away from anything other than the freshest of meat cuts and never keep a supply of jerky in my kitchen. That this is why I was reluctant to look at what it had been chewing. There, in a puddle of leet digestive fluids laid my alien data-pad which was a culmination of more than two weeks... or five months in the case of that lazy eyed atrox engineer I used, worth of work. The layers of alien tissue which was so very hard to stabilize and preserve was already a mangled mass of flesh by the time I found it.