Overseer Problems.

Vladimir walked calmly down the hill, he looked back over his shoulder towards the two O.S.'s position,

they did not appear concerned with him and had disappeared from view.

Soon he re-joined Recoil who was wedged up against a wreck rocking back and forth,

"So fast" she said, "so fast." Then she jumped to her feet saying, "Arrrgh!!" "The world is buzzing Vladimir, look at everything."

Obviously over-stimulated by her enhancements.

"Yeah, it's not buzzing! Recoil." "Shut up with your buzzing nonsense!"

"We need to work out what to do!"

"Don't tell me to shut up!" "Walking out in the open – you could have gotten us killed!"

Recoil replied.

Vladimir said and continued, "No, I've spoken to the O.S.s – they're looking for you, but they don't think we have anything to do with the murder."

"I was calm, it's all about perceptions!"

"We should make plans to move to another sector, they've got their eyes on you - Recoil."

"Please get rid of that damn pink hairdo, and don't look so cute."

"These O.S.'s. they can do whatever they want, and you are like a ripe shiny pink fruit in a mountain of rust and grime." Recoiled smiled, just for a moment, then she frowned.

"What if?" and she paused, then continued, "with these enhancements, we made our way to the Enhanced side..." "We could fit in - in their world."

"Perhaps, we could…" He Replied.

"But promise me that you will deal with all this.. and he ruffled his own hair." "You can't attract anymore of these fat horny O. S's."

"If we have to kill horny O.S's all the way to the border.. it could take us years! Then he laughed. hahaha!!

Recoil stood bent with her hair in her hands.