Scanning the isolated shop, I approach the Pharmy. “Can you run a cure for the Z15 Retrovirus?”
He stares. “You’re a naughty boy. I know how that shit’s transmitted. Government will flag your code.”
Sweaty hands remove my locket. “Are you required to report gifts? My DNA, with a worm destruct…and two million nanobots. Unprogrammed.” My heart pounds. I daren’t breathe.
The guards smile at me as the heavy wooden doors close.
A shadowy figure twirls round.
“Nothing to it, Darling.”
“They bought it?”
“No worries. Now, lift your tongue, Madame President.” I place the tiny pill.