"I thought of you, Hiromi."
"You.. you did?" Hiromi would never admin to squeaking or blushing at that moment.
"Yep," Motoko replied, "Mental image Hiromi told me I was bad with money. On a completely related note, heh, you should expect a call from some music people."
"What about?"
"Denny from Samurai heard me make a song after I snuck into her private recording booth in a club that she owns, apparently. She wanted to buy the rights to the song, but then mind image Hiromi showed up and scolded me. I would have settled for a preem saxophone, but if you can get them to throw in a trumpet as well, that would be great."
"Right," Hiromi managed not to sigh at her choom. Her choom who happily donated chrome and profit and just wandered about life like some kind of large adorable cat, except most cats would actually be better at managing eddies than Motoko. "I'll see what I can get for your song. And if you want to take a week or however ridiculously short amount of time it would take you to record an album, feel free to do so. Whatever inspires you."
"Really?"
"Yes," Hiromi nodded. Rockerboys were profitable. Rockerboys whose talent was acknowledged by a music legend like Denny, well..., they were worth more than some brass instruments, "You did good, Motoko, in remembering what I said. Very preem."
She reached over and patted her choom's head. Motoko smiled and preened at the attention.