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August 12, 2004
From a Fountain 4
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8:16 AM, Tuesday, May 26, 2096
Davis could tell at first glance that the broken body in the vehicle had once belonged to a substantially beautiful woman. He spoke out loud while Fuzzy repeated into his transceiver. “Middle aged, African American, fairly well-to-do, judging by her taste in clothing. The look on her face is strange, don't you think?”
From behind him, Davis heard Fuzzy respond, “She's blank as a doll.”
“Not someone who knows she's driving into an accident.” Davis knew that touching the body would contaminate the accident, so he activated his EEE. “I'm going to do a quick scan, to see if I can tell anything else about her.”
Davis no longer needed to think a specific word to command his left eye to do a wide variety of functions, like telescope, focus in, view night mode, or a number of different scans. He had long since become able to adapt his brainwaves to engage the device as simply as he would move a muscle. He didn't even think of it as separate from his body any longer. The EEE didn't zoom in on a specific object. Davis zoomed in on the object. The EEE didn't go into night mode, Davis did.
And so he scanned the woman's body using several hybrid zeno/zoophotonic frequency, so that he could peer under the surface of her clothes, her skin. “There's several bruises where she probably hit the dash, nothing apparently unusual.” Something wasn't right, but Davis couldn't pinpoint what it was.
“Morbid Services are here,” Fuzzy interrupted, derailing Davis' train of thought.
“This is strange.” Davis began as they walked away from the accident. “Leave word for Autopsy to double check her time of death, although I don't think that's it. There's plenty of blood here to account for it being on impact. But tell them to look at her carefully.”
Fuzzy repeated everything into the transceiver and then, “What are you thinking?”
Davis watched the men in anti-contamination suits approach the vehicle. “Something about the bruises. It all looks like it should, but I really didn't do a lot of accident detail in Atlanta. I'm pretty sure I'm missing something.”
“I'll make a note to get the autopsy report as soon as we can,” Fuzzy repeated the appropriate commands into the transceiver and then looked at Davis and smiled. “Heck, we're lucky to have a body in that good shape at all.”
“That car should have exploded, that's right,” Davis gestured toward the access ladder. “I want to look at the Revere again, but let's take a look at the Ergo. If they've gotten the fire out, of course.”
Posted by Bastique at August 12, 2004 6:30 PM