for comfort and familiarity, even an ego-kicker like Nana Love just talking about what she'd had for breakfast.
In the upper right corner, Gamma Matsui was kicking a new tech religion. Some history clique had applied averaging software to the world's great spiritual books, then programmed it to spit out godlike decrees.
For some reason, the software had told them not to eat pigs.
'Who would do that in the first place?' Aya asked.
'Aren't pigs extinct?' Ren giggled. 'They seriously need to update that code.'
'Gods are so last year,' Hiro said, and Aya smiled.
Resurrecting old religions had been kick right after the mind-rain, when everyone was still trying to figure out what all the new freedoms meant.
But these days so many other things had been rediscovered?family reunions and crime and manga and the cherry blossom festival. Except for a few Youngblood cults, most people were too busy for divine superheroes.
'What's the Nameless One up to?' Hiro said, switching the sound to another feed.
The Nameless One was what the two of them called Toshi Banana?the most brain-missing big face in the city. He was more of a slammer than a real tech-kicker, always attacking some new clique or fashion, stirring up hatred for anything unfamiliar. He thought the mind-rain had been a disaster, just because everyone's new hobbies and obsessions could be unsettling and downright weird.
Ren and Hiro never said his name, and changed his nickname every few weeks, before the city interface could figure out who they meant?even mocking people helped their face stats. In the reputation economy, the only real way to hurt anyone was to ignore them completely. And it was pretty hard to ignore someone who made your blood boil. The Nameless One was hated or loved by almost everybody in the city, which kept his face rank floating around a hundred.
This morning he was slamming the new trend of pet owners and their ghastly breeding experiments. The feed showed a dog, dyed pink and sprouting heart-shaped tufts of fur. Aya thought it was kind of cute.
'It's just a poodle, you truth-slanting bubblehead!' Ren shouted, tossing a cushion at the wallscreen.
Aya giggled. Giving dogs funny hairdos wasn't exactly Rusty, like making fur coats or eating pigs.
'He's a waste of gravity,' Ren said. 'Blank him!'
'Replace with next highest,' Hiro told the room, and the Nameless One's angry face disappeared.
Aya's eyes drifted across the screens. Nothing looked remotely as kick as surfing a mag-lev train. The Sly Girls had to be more famous-making than poodles, pig eating, and rumors of immortality.
Aya just had to make sure that she was the first kicker to put them on her feed.
Then she saw who had supplanted the Nameless One in the top left of the wallscreen, and her eyes widened.
'Hey,' she murmured. 'Who's that guy?'
But she already knew the gorgeous, manga-eyed boy's name It was Frizz Mizuno.
'That bubblehead's the thirteenth-most-popular tech-kicker now?' Hiro groaned. 'That was fast.'
'Turn his sound on,' Aya said.
'No way!' Hiro said. 'He's so gag-making.'
He waved his hand, and Frizz's face was replaced by yet another feed.
'Hiro!'
Ren leaned closer to her on the couch. 'He's the founder of this new clique?Radical Honesty.
Hiro's just mad because Frizz decided to kick the clique himself, instead of letting one of us help out.'
She frowned. 'Radical what?'
'Honesty.' Ren pointed at his temple, his eyescreens? like a true tech-head, he had one in each eye?spinning. 'Frizz designed this new brain surge. Like back in the Prettytime, except instead of making you a bubblehead, they change your mind so you can't lie.'
'Yeah, it's supposed to be the brave new horizon of human interaction,' Hiro muttered from his chair. 'But they just babble about their feelings all day.'
'Friend of mine tried it for a week,' Ren said. 'He said it's very boredom-killing. Turns out if you never lie, there's always someone mad at you.'
Hiro and Ren laughed, and the two of them went back to analyzing the other feeds, watching the kickers' ranks rise and fall. The software religion was a flop?Gamma-sensei had lost face all morning.
But the poodle was working, as funny-looking animals usually did, sending the Nameless One all the way up to sixty-three, one notch above the mayor.
Aya kept silent, staring at the corner of the screen Frizz had briefly occupied. She was trying to remember every word he'd said to her?that he'd liked her randomly generated nose, thought she was mysterious, and wanted to know her full name.
And he hadn't been lying about any of it.
Of course, when he found out that she didn't have such great taste in randomly generated noses?that she'd just been born with it, because she was an ugly and a party-crashing extra?what would he say then? He wouldn't even be polite about it. The honesty surge would make him show his disappointment about their difference in ambition Unless she wasn't an extra by then.
'Hey, Ren,' she asked quietly. 'Have you ever snuck footage of anyone?'
'You mean like fashion-slammers? No way. That's totally unkick.'
'No, I don't mean shots of famous people. More like going undercover for a story.'
'I'm not sure,' Ren said, looking uncomfortable. He was a tech-kicker; his feed was filled with more hardware designs and interface mods than people stories. 'The City Council keeps changing their minds about it. They don't want to get all Rusty, with people owning information and stuff. But nobody likes all those feeds that just show people cheating on their partners. Or fashion-slammers making fun of clothes and surge.'
'Yeah, everyone hates those feeds. Except the zillions of people who watch them.'
'Hmm. You should probably ask Hiro. He keeps up with that stuff.'
Aya glanced at her brother, who was deep in a feed-trance, absorbing all twelve screens at once, no doubt plotting his big follow-up to immortality. Not the right moment to mention her new story, especially since that would mean bringing up a certain missing hovercam.
'Maybe not right now,' she said. 'So what are you working on?'
'Nothing huge,' he said. 'This middle-pretty science clique asked me for a kick. They've got some merits but no face. They're trying to recreate all those species the Rusties erased, you know? From old scraps of DNA and junk genes.'
'Really?' Aya said. 'That sounds totally kickable!'
'Yeah, till it turned out they're starting with worms and slugs and insects. I was like, 'Worms? Let me know when you get to tigers!'' He laughed. 'I saw your underground graffiti story, by the way. Good work.'
'Really?' Aya felt herself blush. 'You thought those guys were interesting?'
'They will be,' Hiro murmured from his chair, 'in about a thousand years, when their work gets unburied.'
Ren smiled, whispering, 'See? Hiro watches your feed too.'
'Not that she returns the favor,' Hiro said, his eyes never leaving the wallscreen.
'So what are you kicking next, Aya-chan?' Ren asked.
'Well, it's kind of a secret right now.'
'A secret?' Hiro said. 'Ooh, mysterious.'
Aya sighed. She'd come here to ask for Hiro's help, but he obviously wasn't in a help-giving mood. He was going to be insufferable now that he'd reached the top thousand.
Maybe it was pointless anyway. She wasn't even sure that the Sly Girls would keep their promise and contact her, or how to find them again if they didn't.
'Don't worry, Aya-chan,' Ren said. 'We won't tell anybody.'
'Well?okay. Have you guys ever heard of the Sly Girls?'
Ren glanced at Hiro, who turned slowly in his chair to face her. A strange expression had appeared on both their faces.
'I've heard of them,' Hiro said. 'But they're not real.'
