Nick shook his head. “I suppose warning you about this spot did some good, although I’m not sure what.”“Saved the rest of you from wasting amm...nition.” I smiled at him. He just shook his head.“It’s almost unreal, watching you move like that. I remember ... well, hell. Look, I’m a synth, which means my body was created in a lab. But my mind, my memories, my name ... they were all put into me by the Institute. Using memories from a detective from your time, from before the war. I’m not sure why. He was off to the side of the stage which gave him a clear view around the auditorium to watch the others enter and find a seat. The rear and aisle seats filled quickly ensuring that the rest of the group had to squeeze past them down each row. John guessed it allowed for faster exit to get to the toilets, coffee or lunch first, or just get time for an extra ciggie outside. This time he also noted that men seemed to be the first to enter and rush to the preferred seating. The women made better. '"Fuck you, you cunt," I spit, before taking a deep breath and composing areply.'I have nothing to say to you,' I reply, hoping to draw a line under theday's events, only to be frustrated when my message alert beeps again.'Mate, I feel like the biggest twat in the world,' Keith's message reads.'Please, I want to make it up to you, let me know what it is, I don'twant to lose my best friend. If you want me to never see Jamie again,I'll make that promise.' I sigh, knowing that Keith isn't going to. D.D. brain malfunction as I attempted to take it all in. A cute blonde, as white as a girl can be, was blowing a large six foot something black guy; another blonde chick, too skinny for her own good, was jacking off two cocks; although I couldn't see the penetration behind the table, I assumed the short Asian girl moving up and down was fucking the guy she was straddling; and on the stage itself the hot redhead from last night had a brunette between her legs lapping her cunt. It was frat boy.