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manoeuvre that placed it right behind the purple one and it unleashed a torrent of destruction against its engines. The purple ship exploded. Fragments of smashed spaceship flew in all directions. Some of them exploded out of the confines of the scene on her arm and came flying towards Dave’s face. He ducked out of the way and watched them fade into nothing over his shoulder. When he looked back, the blue ship stopped on her upper arm and then unfolded. The metal flattened to reveal the Galaxy War logo.
    “Woah, that was awesome. Did you program that yourself?”
    “Yeah, most of it. I got a bit of a hand off my boyfriend, though,” she admitted.
    “So you play Galaxy War then?”
    “Have you heard of it?”
    Dave excitedly conceded the truth. “That’s pretty much why I’m here. That’s all I play. So which Outfit are you in?” He inquired.
    “DevilFish. You?” She returned the question.
    “The Gloaming,” he admitted to her with pride.
    “Alien loving freak,” she said.
    He laughed. “Better than being rebel scum.”
    “Fair point,” she acknowledged.
    “So how come you’re here then? You don’t seem like a jack-head either,” he said.
    “Me and my fella are doing closed beta testing for a new plug-in. We need to come in for a weekly check-up to make sure it’s not frying our brains. It’s a bit of a drag, but the app is amazing, so we don’t mind too much,” she explained.
    “That sounds pretty involved. What’s the plugin do?” Dave asked, his curiosity starting to take hold.
    “It’s pretty cool. It’s called Mul-T. It’s basically like a multi-tasking app. It allows your brain to focus fully on multiple tasks at the same time. It takes a bit of setup and you need to train yourself to use it, but it’s fucking awesome.”
    “Ah, OK. What sort of stuff can you do with it?”
    “I’ve been using it nearly all day today to tidy up the house and play Galaxy War at the same time,” she said with a grin.
    “Right. You been running it long?” He balled his fists to stop his fingers from twitching.
    “About two months or so. It’s taken that long to train it properly. Although, now it’s getting better and better every day.”
    “I see. And how did you get into the beta?” He asked, his heart racing.
    “Well, it’s closed beta, so it’s invite only,” she informed him.
    The cut on his head stung as a bead of sweat rolled over the broken skin, but he had to ask, “Any chance you could sort me out with an invite?”
    “I dunno. I don’t want to risk getting kicked out. It’s under NDA, you know.”
    “Not even for an alien loving freak like me?” He asked as his finger nails dug into his palms.
    “I might be able to convince my boyfriend. He’s pals with one of the testers, that’s how we got in.”
    To hide his increasing desperation, he clasped his hands together as if in prayer and pleaded, “Please. Honestly. Anything. I’ve got money — me and my wife, we do OK. She trains medical mechs. I can pay you… “
    She laughed, and for a second he thought she was just going to brush him off.
    “OK, OK, I’ll see what I can do,” she said, taking his clasped hands and lowering them.
    “Thanks,” he said, noticing his hands were relaxing a bit.
    “Mind you, it’s got some pretty steep requirements,” she explained. “It copies a large portion of your brain function to your home hub. It uses that to stream motor control and responses whilst you do something else. Which means you have to use it at home, at least for now.” She said.
    “So you can talk to people, too?”
    “Yeah, pretty much. I can still have a relatively decent conversation when playing. It’s odd. It’s like you know what’s happening, but you don’t control it. The plug-in controls it all. All your responses… everything. It isn’t good with tasks you’ve never done before, or any conversation that evokes a lot of emotion. But that’s why you need to train it. Once you do that, the