**Jakob’s Mate (4): Wanna Cyber?**
***Jakobs Mate is made up of mostly independent stories, but if you’d like to read more…check my profile for previous entries (can’t link here).***
“Hey, you were a mech tech, right?” I asked my first mate as she did pull-ups on her doorframe using elastics to keep herself down. “You’ve got a neuralink?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Why?”
“Well, I’ve got something that’s been bugging me,” I replied. “It’s stupid, but, when I was at the bar last night, I saw an agent.”
“Like,” she laughed, “UNSEC, DE patrol, what?”
“It was Three,” I replied. “You know, the terminator guy from that old diamond heist that was—”
“What the fuck was *he* doing out here?” Sadie asked, locking her magboots to the floor. She walked over to the mess hall table where I was sitting and grabbed a packet of protein. Her hair was pulled up and slick from sweat. Tiny droplets drifted off her skin like fairy dust as she chugged the drink. She wiped down her chest a moment later, dipping the towel between her breasts slightly.