De-Acker.” Jadon Pierce, Chief of Facility Defense for the intergalactic spa, New Eden, took the pass card from the manager of the ritzy hotel. The cyborg in charge tilted his head to the side. Mr. De-Acker’s eyebrow inched mechanically toward his plasticine hairline as if to say, “You do remember the rules associated with this bonus, don’t you?” Jadon rolled his eyes. “I promise to be out of the loft by eleven in the morning.” In other words, he wouldn’t overstay his welcome or the bonus he’d been given for finally cleaning up the thievery which had run rampant at New Eden before he’d taken his current position. “Your compliance is appreciated. The spa is booked far in advance.” The cyborg’s head clicked back into an upright position. “And again, congratulations on receiving your bonus.” Mr. De-Acker stepped back and turned with precision on the heel of his fashionable dress shoe. Would have been nice if I’d gotten a raise, too. Still, the idea of spending a night in a posh space loft complete with all the cable vidi-channels he could watch and room service at his beck and call was a welcome respite.
