37 Space City Iron Lake (044165)-Makeup (1)

A young lady named Patrice, fell into a predicament, she was running late for class, so she had to get her head thinking fast, Patrice must do an impossible thing, in front of those that's job it is to spot the difference; in front of the eyes of people whose job it was to stop the impossible from happening.

Now it wasn't possible they wouldn't see her coming, sneaking through on the footage, she would stand out even while being a pretty low-profile threat, but she didn't hope to outsmart them with something like that, she wanted to trick the security system in a more direct manner.

She wanted to make it believe that what it was seeing was an incredulously stupid scenario, so stupid that it could be a trap.

When somebody makes you believe they're dumber than you or doubt if their smarter, they are still outsmarting you. Even if you don't believe them fully, they will encroach upon a segment of your mind that breeds doubt.

You're made a fool of when you don't understand completely, what your enemy is saying.

That was the feeling, Patrice was trying to give the security cameras, like a rat walking in between a maze of cats.

Having applied the makeup to her face for a total of 16 times now, her face was turning black and blue, and she had to paint a white powder over it, till her face was dried out and looked like a clown.

Her dresses were changing now, but her face remained the same facial structure has the original, with just different facial colorations.

Makeup can be complicated, just one act of overcompensating can throw the whole process for a loop, and so far, Patrice had to make outlines of 16 different concepts of distortion on her face.

Makeup distorts your face, it doesn't reconstruct it, that's why facial reconstructionist is considered artistry majorly, makeup can obscure the face and make you look Different, but add enough of it, and your ugly ass face still shines through, only in a different spectrum. The trick to applying makeup, was to know when to stop or being able to stop at the right moment.

That why unlike normal makeup, makeup with specialized chemical components could go on further to distort, emitting forms of radiation to obscure optic light perception or possess missed image interpretation hallucinogens emissions.

It could even alter the image seen in real life, based on the light radiation of your body, creating natural reflectors to bounce that radiowaves away. Some radiation can move those lights around and make you see something else. A normal woman turning into a sexy man, or a normal man turning into a sexy woman. the perceptions to see everybody naked while walking amongst the crowd. It's actually like hacking another person eyesight, to your own benefit.

From there they would perceive you to be the most satisfying person visually without them knowing that it was fake, and forcing someone to be with you against their will because you are not actually the false representation in which they see.

It's like molestation, people letting other people molest them, without even noticing it.

That's why people who wear makeup to a certain degree, are penalized lawfully when they don't identify themselves with certain paperwork. Stating that they could do this legally and with valid licensing not to poison or kill anyone including themselves, after all, cosmetology was also chemistry.

Anyways the makeup she was wearing, was not your average. It was a form of chemistry that was learned from an outside alien race. And it was a very illegal form of chemistry to practice without getting permission from the local authorities; located in government-sanctioned zones.

it was also expensive, So the local government wouldn't mind confiscating it, some mask could function as psychedelic drugs to get you high or drive you nuts.

Patrice face now looked less like a person, and more like a clown who kept changing her colors and scheme, she had to use regular makeup most of the time, instead of the specialized kind.

She realized, under the watch of military security scanners, that if she brought out the specialized makeup, she might actually face time in jail. If spotted doing so,

she had no idea the militaries tolerance level, of how many crime where they willing to forgive just to have a sole-rookie recruit taking training from them.

The military was an incredulously popular field, because you could do anything once recruited into it; you could form a gang, and the governments would give you founding for it. You could fight, you could kill, you could take over a country. Being a semi researcher of illegal substances wasn't frowned upon when a member. Hell even being a trafficker wasn't condemned either.

The military was one of the four leading ways to inherit the mastership of a sector in places beyond your imagination. The other three field where the scientific, the complex mathematic, and The businessmen, they could rule the world, as the people would say; with their minds.

The military was a place that could teach you, to take the rule over the world with your body. If you could survive, you would be all the more dangerous, all the more beastly and unchained, when you could kill a hundred men with your bare palm, you could rule a thousand men just by standing there perfectly still and gazing at them.

That's was what was called intimidation's, that's was what was happening to Zion now, he was so intimidated by Isaac that he was losing the will to escape.

He had been taken into an alleyway, and the man that had beaten him up was just standing in one corner nearby him.

Even when Zion woke up, the man didn't move, and for several minutes he stood in that corner, gazing at his phone like he wasn't conscious of him awakening.

Zion wanted to get up and run away, but his heart wasn't letting him, because he could see that the man was partially blocking his path; if he ran across the way to escape...

Pretty much the only way to get by Issac; was to get closer to him.

"What do you want from me?" Zion shouted, his voice cracked a little. Crap he now felt a little more like a bitch. His phone was stolen, and also the luggage that he brought along with him. It Left him nothing, but his clothes on his back. There was no more technology on his person or wrist; he was technologically naked.

He couldn't even see his own face; he wondered if he was swelling. "Hey, are you gonna answer me or not?" Zion said a little testily; he believed that he had a right to be informed.

There was no response, Issac just stood there gazing out onto one direction, he wasn't happy. His eyes were black.