Chapter 11/I love robot mouth freshness

Fortified Okampa  Luxury Shopping Mall 12 miles from Spring-Falls

Emily was way nicer than her sister Megan. She did have this weird habit of announcing emoticons at the end of her sentences. Like 'Look a sale at Nenma Markus how shameful. Frowny face ☹️'. When not talking she kept sending texts to her friends.

"We should so do something about those braces," said Emily.

"Well they are past being due to come off, but I can't afford it," I said. This was partly true. The last dentist was OK but he had closed down his business to join a vigilante group hunting the possessed. 'I'm sick and tired of being told by some lame whining so-called intellectual what to do' he had said last time I saw him while he had his hands in my mouth. This by the want was in response to the question, 'it's a nice day to day'. 'I'm going to show them what it's like to have them nag and nag and nag about stuff.' he had said before leaving. Anyway, after that I didn't want to go back. I had my bank balance, my  teeth and my life to look after.

"Well let's get them off." said Emily as she looked in Marc Jacobs. "This would look really nice on you but you need more cleavage to pull it off. Let's get your boobs done as well."

I looked at her with my 'Is WTF an emotion cause I'm feeling it now' expression.

"I heard it takes a couple of weeks to recover," I said.

"Na, Not at all," Emily assured me "a few days at most. Now you mention it, it did take a month to do mine but that was partly because they put them on my back, not my front, first time roun frowny face ☹️. We argued for ages they said I could just walk backward into a room and no one would notice. Alexander was all you fix this or I'm going to sue you, make you go bankrupt buy you out then sue you again for my own money which I just invested into you. He was very good. They talked about trying to use a garden roller to push them around to the front but Alexander made them take the old ones out and put the new ones in and he got them to go up a cup size in way of compensation. Smiley face.😀👍🏽 Thumbs up."

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An hour later Emily had bribed her way to the front of the cosmetic dentist's queue. I was on my back with another dentist waving a pair of pliers in my face.

"arrarar artrrr arrar arrarrr ar arrrr" I had said meaning 'I'm sure the possessed aren't that bad'

'What you think I should hunt them down and kill them...?' the dentist had said.

ieete narrar rye nick nu nud nor u arm" I said (' I think you should talk to them' )

"Killings too good for them? You're right there." said the dentist reminding me why I don't go to dentists anymore.

"Nu nay nar nuth nemmul nike nu" I said ("they are just people like you" )

"I should hunt them dow with my bare hands. You know your right. Shooting is too good for them." the dentist said while snipping away. What is it about dentists and some kind of ferocious hatred of smart people. Why do I always get them or is it me? Am I doing something? Am I sending out a kill the innocent message via subliminal body movement. Perhaps I'm an evil genious at Neuro-linguistic programming and never noticed pushing people into a kill rage. If

Neuro-linguistic programming did exist you got to admit it's a possible side effect.

"How does that feel?" said the dentist pulling enough metal out of my mouth to build a compact car.

I waved my mouth around.

"How is it?" Asked Emily.

"Wow my mouth feels like it had a nest of robots who had an wild orgey and only just left got a taxi home." I said feeling the freedom.

"I love robot mouth freshness," said Emily tapping her wrist for some reason, "OK I love your face now. Let's go and find something which works with it. Smiley face.😀"

We rushed through a whorl wind of shops. I had flashes of Michael Kors, Marc Jacobs, Ralph Lauren, Vera Wang and Betsey Johnson. It was like I was having some Vogue writer's terrible vodka induced flashback. Then I had a whole spa day in an hour and lost more body hair than I thought legally possible. Emily was wild fun. While she did seem to have the IQ of a wombat with a weakness for regular Electro convulsive therapy , her fashion sense was unequaled out side the bomb crater formally known as Paris. I thought Alexander made a really good choice in her. While I had managed to avoid what Emily referred to as 'a body job' I didn't manage to avoid getting an expensive haircut. I think most people would agree I did have quite an upgrade.

While this happened Emily would occasionally get phone calls from her Sister Megan. Apparently, Megan had been kidnapped and left in a car trunk somewhere. The dumb criminals forgot to search her for a phone. Alternatively, she struck me like the kind of girl who had one suck up her ass just in case. By which I mean she was followed by a donkey with held  her phone internally.

"Where are you?" said Emily on  another call from Megan. "... well naturally it's all black... have you tried opening your eyes?.... why does it smell so badly? Well didn't you say your ass was in the trunk with you? ... well what else would be making that 'eey-or' noise. Well I'm busy... Well it's really important. I'm shopping... W\ell it's not like it's for me. I'm doing that girl of Alexanders... what's her name?"

Emily turned to me.

"hey - what's your name?" she said as we walked down the mall to another very pricey shop.

"Katelyn," I said.

"Yeah my best friend Katelyn," said Emily ".. yeah the one he said there must be a wild side to that innocent face.. what does she look like now?". Emily eyed me up while she strutted along "the sort that looks too cute to care..... when will I be finished? Hm... Well when she looks like the sort of girl born with glitter in her veins ... Look I've got to go I've just spotted some Scarlett lipstick of the right shade. love you bye!! grinning face with normal eyes.😀 "

As we dipped into Macs, Emily tapped her wrist and said we had to speed up. I wondered what this weird self tapping was about? Was she checking she had a pulse? Some form of Self-hypnotism?

Photo the dress Emily made Katityn buy.

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I let Emily play with my face. It seemed to please her and by the end I looked about seven years older, which would suit my plan of sneaking around the Governor's mansion undetected. When we were finished  Emily pushed me against me against the wall and took a photo of me. She texted the photo to someone as a kind of trophy. It was then I noticed she had a thick white envelope in her micro hand bag.

Emily made me buy the most glittery sequin cocktail dress in north America by Marc New York. It was almost indecently short but looked like I was covered in flowing gold. It was a busy day, not only to get dresses and things but to have a crash course in table manners. We went to a quiet but expensive restaurant. The table cloths there made of crisp thick linen the seats were described as un-fake leather. I looked at the array of knives and forks arranged either side of the plate.

"Okay," began Emily "the secret about these complex arrangements is not to panic. anguished face 😧 Remember no one else knows what they're doing either. If the staff are well-trained they won't appear to be fussed or tell you off, so no help there. The only thing you have to remember is to start from the outside and work in. Each set of knives and forks goes with each course. When you have used up the stuff either side that's generally time for the spoons and stuff at the top. Relived face😌."

Just then a heavy pierced man in a leather jacket came into the restaurant and gave Emily an envelope. Emily reached over to the shopping bags she was carrying and pulled out a fat envelope which she passed back to the man. He opened it and I could see the thick folio of notes. He checked briefly then use the envelope to salute and said "Nice doing business with you, Smilie face."

Nice to see someone speak her language. After he left I looked to Emily.

"What was that about?" I said fearing that she just done a drug deal.

"Was just a little something to round of my gift to you forgivingly such a lovely day, colon, minus round bracket, sorry you don't speak latin, smily face 😀" Said Emily. She did she pulled out a small beautifully designed handbag I'm handed it over to me. It felt it had some weight in it.

"Open it up" she said and I did.

There were the obvious things in it, lipstick, eyeliner, but what was immediately obvious were the cards. I pulled the driving license out. It was still warm and the picture was of me. I recognized it because Emily had taken the photograph with her phone after the visit to Macs. That have been a bit weird because the Cosmetics giant had joined up with Apple computers. So all the shops now sold computers, phones and make-up. I looked at the name on the driving licence, Kaitlyn Edan, It said I was 21.

"Wow" I began "this is wonderfully illegal."

"The credit cards and the American express account is real. Alexander set them up for you there's real money in them if you want it," said Emily.

I looked at the cards they looked genuine but they all were under the name Kaitlyn Edan.

"I'm not sure how I could pay all this back," I said.

"You don't have to. A beautiful woman like you never owes anybody anything she doesn't want to give. I've always believed you should walk like you have a big part to play in the theater of life and everybody should write their own script. ... smiley face 🙂" said Emily.

"Why is Alexander doing all this for me?" I said.

"Why do you think? Stupid question, we have all been infected by T14. He likes you. He wants you to like him, why else." Emily looked at her wrist. "Come on we have 20 minutes before Alex arrives. Onw this one last thing.

Finally we rushed to a quiet tattoo parlor. As I went in I recognized the man who had brought the fake ID.

"I thought you might like a near field injection," said Emily.

Near field injections with the latest in spending technology. They inserted a tiny chip the size of a fuse into your arm. With this, you just had to wave your hand near a scanner and it authorised the purchase of something. Before the virus, many people had been worried about this. Now people's intelligences had dropped concerned had also disappeared like drops water on a hot stove. You had to be over 19 to have one but given everyone forgetting everything it had become a wild success and the 'yooff'  generation loved it.

"Try it. If you don't like it I'll take it out. Sometimes they come out spontaneously anyway" said the punk tattoo owner.

I knew this was the twenty-something equivalent of having your ears pierced. Everybody looked at me fairly expectantly.

"OK," I said.

The punk used is hand to placed my arm on a leather rest on a chair. He asked me not to look. There was a sound of compressed air and a sharp pain no worse than getting an injection. By the time I looked at my wrist he was already putting a plaster on it. I looked at my arm near my wrist. The punk tapped it and it showed the time. I realized that this is what Emily had been doing to her arm. Between the shoes and the implant, I felt very grown up. Worst case I could dump the implant pulling it out like a splinter. It was getting late in the afternoon and it was time to phone mom and meet Alexander in the car.

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