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Title is from Anaander's anthem of the same name, by old Earth singer-songwriter P!nk.

Citizens attempting to find consistency with canon in this narrative will be prosecuted; citizens attempt non-problematic content in it will be reeducated; citizens attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.

She sends the coded message buoy with time, date, and coordinates. The body of the message is just two words: personal shorthand that would translate (if there were an Anaander Translator to explain these things to an outside observer) to BOOTY CALL. She is confident that she, of all people, will understand.

(There could have been an Anaander Translator, once. She screwed that throw up by not anticipating how different the baby desk jockey's body would be, how she'd detest her new self, how that detestation would persist in the body even when everything else was just memories and surgical scars.

But she doesn't know that. All she knows is that the body is definitely alive, definitely no longer hers, definitely knows what happened to her, and definitely hates her. And is now allied with Justice of Toren.)

She receives the buoy she sent. In fact it had crossed paths with her, though none of her knows this, on her way back to Tstur. Furious, humiliated, ready to annihilate something. A perfect mood for fucking.

It could be a trap. She puts that probability at .5. Equally, even if this invitation was made in good faith, she has to know that it might not be taken that way.

In all honesty, between herself and her, she can't deny that since she left Omaugh Station, since her own faction has been rallying to her in this system, her sex life has been a bit lacking.

It doesn't matter. She has Civilization to restore. Her bodies are functional, give or take the horrific cost of open warfare with herself. If the spark isn't there, that's unimportant at this stage of the game.

All the same, this is worth one body and one stasis pod. Just one. And she chooses a nicely developed one too. Old and practiced enough to have good spinal reflexes, certain skills ground in where distance can't attenuate them. Young enough to have stamina and looks. That's only good manners.

Having selected one of herself to send, she cleans, oils, and dresses herself carefully, adds a tiny buoy to catch data from her implants, for later perusal should the body not return (having a trusted client scan the recording first for memetic traps) and having wrapped the package, sends it through Hrad gate.
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