The streets of Seattle passed by in blur of neon lights. From the back of the limo Mr Johnson rhythmically tapped his finger on the leather upholstery as he listened to the classical music streaming over his PAN. A notification flashed in the corner of his AR glasses:
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Johnson accessed the message and watched it scroll by:
TO: MR_JOHNSON, SABREHAWK
FROM: CHANCE
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SUBJECT: RE:RE:RE:TONIGHT'S GIG
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HEY,
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I'M STILL ON BTL VACATION AND WON'T BE ABLE TO MAKE IT TO THE GIG TONIGHT. I'VE SENT CAT A HOLO PROJECTOR AND A COPY OF SKYPE.9X TO RUN ON HER COMM SO I CAN REMOTE IN FOR THE SHOW.
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AS ALWAYS, I'M IN NEED OF NUYEN. YOU KNOW THE NODE TO CONTACT ME IF A JOB IS AVAILABLE.
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CHANCE
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<MESSAGE END::REPLY/DELETE/SAVE?>#
Hackers, he thought as he deleted the message, always thinking they can work remotely and not get their hands dirty. Mr. Johnson smiled and continued to tap his finger to the music. He'll learn soon enough.
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