Every Last Mother's Child
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Kellogg picked up the biowoman at one of the pedestrian gates of the palace and took her to a small out of the way bar near the capital. The bar had been chosen with great care. It was one of a few around town that people could meet and discuss things in privacy. Kellogg had no delusions about how secure the place was. But for his conversation with Francine it was good enough. He wasn’t going to go into too much detail anyways. He just wanted her to be aware of what was going on so when he got arrested she would be able to go to bat for him with the evacuation command.
Once seated and their drinks in hand, Kellogg came to the point.
“I need to try something,” he started, “Something that may cause some excitement.”
“What type of excitement?” the biowoman asked afraid to hear what he was up to.
“Oh nothing too exciting it’s just that I am going to test some security systems and when I do it might set off some bells. No one’s going to be harmed except me and then only if someone gets a little crazy. I just wanted to let you and Wilson know that this was planned, and that I am not going to the dark side.”
“Okay,” Francine said.
“I don’t see the yellows, but do they list company personnel arriving on Trena?” Kellogg asked.
“Yes why,” Francine asked.
“Good if a closer by the name of James Southland should not show up on the Yellows in the next couple of days get a message to me.” It was all he was willing to say. He didn’t quite trust the bar keeper here, and right now he wasn’t so sure he would trust the expert system running the bar’s systems either but it wasn’t ran by a fully sentient AI and the expert system only reported to the baking system once a night. So he thought he was safe from any sensor passive or active hooked into an active AI.
“And if he does,” Francine asked.
“Come bail me out of jail.” Kellogg said.
They finished their drinks and left.