What am I meant to have taken from that?

I can create a thin layer of air in between the molecules of an object. This is called 'interpolation' and makes the object fall apart.

That does seem like it would work.  This once again has more of a reaction in the tattoos than the uninked components of his face.

Do you know of a way to bring my pictures and feed history with us?  I've been leaning on those a fair bit for having a memory that works, but if there's any chance it could make a difference in whether the city track us it's not worth it.

If they are stored on any physical medium and not encrypted in a way you can't get into, no problem.

Nod... Then I think we can go as soon as one of us makes you a mask.

Why do I need one? No one will recognize me. Or is that the problem?

You don't look like you've had the operation.  And we're in New Pretty Town.

Okay. Will anything I make up do?

Maybe you should pick something that exists, even if you want to make it yourself.  With a few gestures the wallscreen is filled with icons of fashion masks.  Zane demonstrates silently how to make it scroll or select one to view details on.

Yeah okay. That one is tolerable and goes acceptably with the snazzy leather coat. Cam appears it in place, fitted perfectly.

There's a bit of a weird feeling of movement underneath but then it's glued to his face in a way that moves comfortably with him and doesn't feel like it's going to fall off on its own.

Zane... rises from his hoverchair?

Is this some kind of creepy alive mask? Cam asks.

It's smart adhesive?

That's so much less concerning than some of the things I was worried you might say. Lead on.

Nod.

Once they're out in the hallway: "I'm so tooorn.  I feel like Cleopatra Park's easily the bubbliest place to see the fireworks at a distance, but it might be crowded enough to be bogus.  I guess we could go out to the greenbelt?  But it's like, so far.  Maybe not worth the inconvenience."  Here's an elevator.  "Ground floor," he instructs.  "Should I hail a hovercar?"

"Oh, you know, whatever." Can you write me something rather than make me try to interpret subtext please.

This gets a minute headshake and another presumable heart-rate spike.  "Cleopatra park's probably fine.  We can find a spot; we'll just kick out any uglies in our way.  Hovercar or stroll?"

???

"Well, I kinda hate walking."

"Yeah, it's kinda bogus.  I'm supposed to do a bunch of it so my brain gets used to it again but it's, like, hard."  Hand gesture and, "Hovercar, please."

Am I supposed to produce this shuttle or are we really getting a hovercar to show up in the customary fashion.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot something in my room; I'm so brain-missing.  Can we go back?  - Hold elevator."

"Sure, whatever."

Back to the room.

Sorry.  I guess I didn't convey that this is a weird way to communicate and people might see us doing it outside of my room.  How much takeoff room do you need?

For a shuttle? The size of the table you summoned me on would do for a little one.

Wow.  So the roof would do, if you won't set it on fire, can fly through safety fireworks, and don't mind being seen both across the city and by anyone hanging out up there?