The Cargo?!

R1T9A

R1TA 2.0 opened her eyes and stared ahead out of the window of my cockpit. We were close to the pickup area for the cargo we had to deliver. “I met him.” She said in a soft voice.

I nodded my head. “The Fixer. I know. He gave you the learning programs you wanted.”

R1TA 2.0 frowned but nodded. “Yes.

“Were you confused about him?”

R1TA 2.0 nodded her head. “Yes. He is not like Dr. Moore’s impressions she recorded in the educational sleep programing.”

“Dr. Moore was correct about him. The Fixer holds to the nomad system of politics.” I said.

R1TA 2.0 frowned shaking her head. “Nomad system?! What is that?”

I frowned. I wondered if she was lying. “How many systems of politics of the Newark City State are you awhere of?”

R1TA 2.0 then looked at me and her expression fell. “My function is only to serve the corporation and act as engineer for corporate ships. I was given no knowledge otherwise.”You and others must have been given more knowledge because you and others prefer different function. It isn’t nessary for me to know nomad system politics?”

It wasn’t but I felt like answering her. “It is a tribal system that is similar to a wolf pack. Elders are at the top. Big brother and sister stand in the middle and children or unmated are at the bottom and are the protected class. The Fixer sees you as his child. So he will treat you as such.”

“I am not a child.” R1TA 2.0 said stiffly. “I am a fully grown Genetically engineered human. Besides that I am not his genetic offspring. Bordy Swan and Dr. Moore are my biological source.” She said.

Interesting. I was starting to wonder that myself by the Fixer’s behavior toward Rita. I would keep that thought to myself. But, that would have to put off for later. “Have you downloaded the information from the programs because we will be arriving at the location to pick up the cargo.”

R1TA 2.0 nodded focusing on the job. “Yes. The programs were successfully downloaded and I am processing through the information now. If I may ask what is the cargo we are picking up?” She said.

I watched her focus on me intently. “I don’t know what it is. I was told a passenger will be assisting in the transport. You’ll have to get used to this type of thing from the big bosses.”

R1TA 2.0 had questions but she knew enough not ask them now. “Okay. I will do as you say.”

Damn. There it was. Someone had fucked with her programing majorly. Luckily the results I could work with.