As their car approached the Night City checkpoint, Panam pulled into the parking lot instead of pulling into the drive through lane. Motoko raised an eyebrow.
"International arrivals desk is inside. Drive through service only applies to local trips."
She parked up and led them inside through a hall of faded posters extolling the City of Dreams. The usual signs about having ID ready and declaring your imports led towards a long empty rope queue. The wireless node for express processing didn't seem to accept any login, but Motoko didn't spare it a second glance as they made their winding way to the officer.
"ID, and reason for visit" he stated.
"Here you go. Returning home."
He turned to Motoko and paused for a moment. "Huh. I didn't think that express terminal even worked. How'd you do that?"
"Oh, ... uh, well, I think it never got configured in the first place? It had the manufacturer defaults. You'll need the hardware key to set up a guest login."
"I see. Well, everything's in order so far. Proceed to room two to settle up."
The pair made their way into the room, which held a giant board of options, a few of which were highlighted.
"Oh, cool! Its like self-checkout bribery for clearing your rap sheet! Lets see. I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda."
"Motoko, how did you do so much crime?! You hardly even left the hotel!"
"It was self defense! Those gonks and their boss threatened me, but Seattle is all up tight about things apparently. And they don't understand loot. But at least it is nice that I get a discount for preempting the potential future one with the sniper rifle hack. And I got my childhood car theft off my record which is nice."
"And the soda?"
"Well, I was thirsty, and the vending machine was broken."