Snippet 169: Gabby goes on a March

"You know the resistance is over? You don't have to perform at these things anymore?" Cat pointed out, watching from the sofa as Gabby headed for the door, acoustic guitar slung across his back in what he had decided was a very edgy fashion. She had been watching the marches on her data-glasses, her eyes flickering as she flipped through the images. Gabby scowled at the glasses as they slid automatically off her eyes. He wasn't keen on the new neural access systems.

"I like them. Makes me feel like I'm not just a pretty face. It's good to support my views - the left is dying slowly now that they've stopped being the vehicle of resistance support. And it's good PR anyway."

"Well, have fun. I'll be watching," Cat said absent-mindedly, tapping the glasses. She turned away from him, and the glasses slid back over her eyes.

"Laters."