Boilingbrook – Adar/Hinterworlds 0801 A9C9751-D 700 Na G0 II
Today I spent most of my time on the nets, trying to round up cargo and freight for our next jump. I had decided to head over to Kupakii. It was towards the Anubians but seemed like our best option at the moment.
A lot of Free Traders didn’t like dealing with the Anubian Trade Coalition. They were cyonics. If you were an Anubian who had any level of authority, then you had an interface chip implanted in your head that gave you instantaneous access to the local network and instant mental contact to anyone else with a chip. It’s really hard to negotiate with someone who has always-available, perfect access to data.
I, on the other hand, am really good at reading people. I thought it might be a challenge.
Of course it isn’t like the Zhodani Consulate where they implant everyone with an interface chip when they are infants. Only some people in the Confederation have a chip. That was part of the challenge; who had full access and who was just pretending?
I went through the cargo offerings and put in bids on the most likely ones. I got responses from a few and put the rest of our space up for freight.
I checked the passenger boards but nothing was there yet. Sometimes those lagged as people made plans so I wasn’t concerned. I’d start worrying in a day or two if we didn’t have anyone.
Or maybe Varan would get a week to relax. We would see.
In the end I wound up never leaving the hotel today. Oh well. We’ve got a few days left and I’ve taken care of most of the ship’s business. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.