Scene 7. Cold
The American south.
The database listed the area warm in the summer, cool and rarely freezing in winter.
Why then, was he walking along a highway looking like a heavily muscled Hispanic woman, the plan would have her picked up by a corrupt American soldier where a trade of favors for a ride would work out well for the android.
But none stopped, stopping at a food-mart and gas station, the Android female stepped into the unisex bathroom and adjusted her size, something darker, black eyes, bright smile. Slimmer and bigger breasted.
Images the android pulled from the worldnet for modeling his next shape and walked out with the, now light-colored shirt and jeans. Shining raven-black almost blue-hair.
Passing by the Air Force Base as the now female android headed north in a slow drizzle from the cloud cover, soaking her over-tight light-colored shirt, her backpack the only thing for insulation.
The android hoped that the plan would work, the heat loss was dramatic and alarming, she would have to turn to the jacket that the android stored in the backpack.
A few cars passed while the civilian employees left the base to head home.
An elegant, official looking car pulled next to her and the middle-aged commander leaned over, his brass decorations glinting in the gathering evening.
“Need a ride, miss? The weather is going to turn nasty here in about a half-hour.” He was official sounding. But his eyes traced over her shape, including the damp breasts of the android.
“Thank you. How do you know of the weather?”
“We have detailed knowledge of anything in the air.” He smiled as she put her backpack in the car.
The android concluded that the offer not only kept the heat loss to a minimum, but that the American male would not be difficult to mine for information.
Sitting there with the pack under her legs, keeping them parted enough for the civilian worker a view of the slightly parted legs of the damp jeans.
“Where are you headed miss?” The officer asked.
“North. Anywhere dry, warm and safe.” A planned response, to a known question. But an unknown event caused heuristic subroutines to rapidly alter the plan.
A voice from the back seat interrupted the plans.
“We have an hours drive north. Roman, I can authorize you another hour of driving after you drop me off, after we secure you a rider.”
Turning around, an entire dictionary ran through the core processors.
“You startled me!” She turned her head rapidly around. “I’m Ann, what do you mean securing a rider?”
“No one travels alone in the equipment, this means he will not be left alone with you or any other civilian. It is protocol. I will secure you a female rider for your comfort. “
The plan was a fail. Only if she was alone with a male, would the plan work to extract the information.
The driver wearing an officer’s markings violated the protocols already, they would not take it to any greater lengths.
“I have money for a hotel, I just need to get there.”
They drove on in silence for some distance when a hotel that seemed near their destination.
Stepping out of the car, then recovering her backpack she thanked the Lieutenant driver and the Colonel. She watched them drive away before she changed shapes to one of a sandy-haired middle-aged male of indeterminate heritage and walked to the office of the hotel in the twilight hours and gathering storm.
Information recorded, the plan failed however it still discovered, even in America’s own country, the military do not travel alone in official vehicles.
Stepping sitting on his bed, the android watched the local news. Weather would become colder in the next few days, this caused alerts to begin processing alternative forms of transportation that would not attract attention.
Checking the roll of non-traceable cash, an alternative method of transportation would be useful.
Ground transport would be preferable, opposed to the hypersonic craft the United States used. Too much scrutiny with facial recognition.
The android knew, there was little chance to pass close inspection just one time, multiple passes would reduce the odds to less than a fraction of one percent.
His program required him to adapt to succeed. He would reach his mission objective.
Deliver the device to the seat of evil.
Destination: Washington, the most responsible criminal for the starving and poverty in the true religion by not sharing with the religious foods and comforts that they kept for themselves.
Except for the sharing the android witnessed.
A contradiction that answered by focusing that donations of equipment and effort all appeared to come from private citizens.
But, where did the sand come from? The officer?
The people he met appeared were inherently kind. From the child in Florida to an officer that refused to handcuff a cold, unarmed and slightly-built youth.
Confict. Subroutines patched, conflict caused potential for failure of mission.
The mission was all important to strike a blow for peace. There would be lessons to be taught by showing that the failure of the United States to pressure Europe magazines from making fun of them or prevent insulting novels from being published.
The way to find through the winter storm, he would walk to the used car lot.
The American love for the automobile would allow him to move north without suspicion.
The plan set, an alternative to walking north the thousand-kilometers north.
Fully stretched out, the android could take one pace per meter.
His core processor measured a new term, a kilopace, a thousand-thousand paces to his target.
One million steps.
A large number that could be reduced by the use of private transportation.
The contact with non-believers would be reduced. A new subroutine, created by the latest update to his operating systems, required contact with the people and the government that reflects the thinking of the masses.
Alternative plan: A seventy to one-hundred kilometer drive each day, then interact with citizens.
Taking on the shape and color, hair and accent, more data would be collected for proof of the glory and required destruction of this horrid…
He deleted the plan process, the prejudging of America seemed widespread in the database.
The android lay on the bed and powered down, a required time for reboot of the entire system for purging fragmented data that took up space in his limited resources.
Setting a power-on alert for seven O’clock, he lay on top of the blankets with the room set to just below body temperature.
If anyone looked through the gap of the window shade, it looked as if he was asleep on his back.
In truth, should anyone try to touch the android, the tactile feeling would make a person believe this was a dead human on the bed.
In the morning, the database cleared of all fragmented codes, would require replenished energy levels.
He would need a breakfast high in carbohydrate.
Not for the first time, he anticipated data input from this strange country.