Another compartment flung open, Leesandra looked inside. The Visor sat staring at her in its cushioned box. It was the same recycled one she was given every time she requested it. No one else on the station ever made rental requests like this, the Kyber UI filled the same need and the humans could get implants if they didn’t want to be fully shifted over.
The white light shining on the visor flicked off and on willing her to take her order.
“Can I just purchase this visor?”
“Three hundred luxury credits.” CAL replied immediately as though already prepared to answer.
‘Damn, that’s all the luxury credits I’ll get from the station this week… actually, wait a moment I work a job.’
“How many luxury credits have I accrued this week?”
“Including tonight’s shift you will receive an additional six hundred and twenty nine luxury credits from the dock account.”
“Awesome, I’ll take it.” Leesandra placed her hand on top most front panel of the vending machine.
“Credits deducted.”
She picked up the visor and pulled the elastic over her head so that it rested around her neck. Pulling her braid up through it so it wasn’t pushed up against her.
Kicking against the wall she launched herself slowly towards the seats. With a quick motion she twisted around and brought herself down locking herself in place with the harness. She brought the visor up to her eyes and wrapped the headset over her ears.
“Initialize dock monitoring.” She could have ordered an external input pad as well but voice operation was always sufficient. Her visor lit up, green lines flickered and spread out over her view, they filled in the space covered by the asteroid giving an perfect representation of the dock outside. Blue outlined the ships currently docked, she could easily request that the visor just alter the asteroid out of her view. However the blue and green lines always made this job seem more important.
*
The cleaning bot had just finished when the entrance to the dock opened. The door would normally stay closed until the morning shift arrived but someone requested entrance.
One of the security drones rolled out of it’s maintenance hole and hovered over to the visitor.
“Please state your name.” It’s audio output clean and crisp, it had never been used. The visitor walked right past the drone their feet tapping the ground with metallic twang.
The drone seemed to bob up and down in thought then hovered back to its maintenance hole without further questioning.
The visitor stopped in the middle of the dock’s main lobby and looked in the direction of the main viewing platform even though there was metres of steel between them and it. They looked forward again and continued to walk towards docking platform alpha.
They stopped again and turned left, making their way to the access hole. Once they were close to it they disabled their magnetic boots and made their way up the hole.
With each floor they passed they would stop their ascent and stare towards the viewing platform.
Eventually they arrived at platform Delta. Re-engaging their boots they got back into stride and made it over to the delta ten loading zone in a few quick moments.
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