A door whooshed open in the middle of the room, where a moment before there had been only open space. Four men in BioGear stormed into the room and took firm hold of each of us.

Speaking through our implants, one said, “In accordance with ordinance 535-j/6b3, you are now in the custody of the UCA health consortium. You will not be harmed if you cooperate. If you resist in any way, use of MindWipe VII is authorized. Do you understand your rights as I have explained them to you?”

Looking at Liz, I thought someone should explain the concept of rights to these guys. Before I could say anything stupid, Liz winked at me.

Faster than the eye can move, she grabbed a fork from the table. In one continuous movement, she stabbed holes into each of the mens’ BioGear and rake the fork across her palm. She slapped her bleeding palm across the holes she’d made in each of the suits. The effect was immediate.