Ghost in a Shell: New Team Member
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything that associates even remotely to Ghost in the shell and its affiliates so don't be like, "OH! Black wolf was trying to copy somebody's story and the stuff he's using is copyrighted!" I'm not… Many of the themes and ideas and the total aspect of it comes from the show the book and the movies.
Motoko woke up again, in the same dive chamber, at the same Section 9 building, with the same boss. This was getting seriously old. She had had enough of the same job, and the same cases.
"It's just not interesting anymore!" Motoko exclaimed, taking the diving apparatus.
The team was currently assigned to a drug trafficking case, in which some young net hackers were leaving cyber brain drugs in Pseudodreams and memory boxes, creating mass hysteria on local nets. They had been ordered to track down these perpetrators, and subdue them. However, this wasn't an open and shut case.
Pseudodreams were illegal, so people affected by it were in the wrong anyway. Pseudodreams took another person's memory and transformed it into an experience that the viewer could enjoy. Normally used in 22nd Century porn, it allowed the viewer a total 3-d experience, utilizing all of the senses: taste, touch, smell, sight, and sound. But because of the number of teens who viewed pseudodreams was astoundingly high, and because of the easy access to it from the net, the cyber brain drugs implanted in them were becoming an increasing problem.
And, of course, cyber brain drugs planted in memory boxes caused a more serious threat, one that was to be more immediately addressed. After scientist mapped out the brain and converted it to data, memory boxes were used to store and organize data. Not only is planting cyber drugs an attack on the public, but it requires a crime on a more personal level. Hacking into someone's local net enables the viewing of all of his or her memory.
So here Motoko was, trapped in a job similar to all the other jobs her unit was assigned by Daisuke Aramaki.
"I'm going out to the cyber district to talk to a couple of vendors," she cybercommed Batou, her long-time partner and more than friend.
Many nights they had… enjoyed each other's company. Oh, ever since the army, Motoko was almost in love with him. Not that there was anything charming about a hulking, heavily cyberized man with hollow white cybernetic eyes. No, it was the way he had always been by her side. She couldn't help but stare at him. Batou leaned back from his diving chamber, looking at her.
"What's wrong, you tired from last night?" He said with a wink.
Using all the strength her cybernetic body would allow, she tossed the metal trash can at his head.
"Uggh..." she said, walking out of the complex. What was wrong with her these days? It was like, even with batou, she was missing something.