Cameron MacDougall
Red Light District
San Sacramento, "Sac-Town"
Friday, January 13th, 2068 // 7:32 AM
41°F (5°C), Precipitation: 100%,
Humidity: 88%, Wind: 5 mph (8 km/h) NE
The Red Light District wasn't exactly the homeliest of places, but it wasn't a borderline warzone like a few other districts in Sac-Town. It was quiet, watched over, and had a lot of eyes and guns. Every block you'd see a police cruiser, either in the form of a wheeled and aging car or an aerodyne floating above you somewhere. While it wasn't exactly a 100% legal location, a lot of the buildings here were, at least on tax forms, normal shopfronts and businesses. Most actually did that job well, others were more focused on their actual merchandise.
People.
Not exactly in the buying and selling business, but more along the lines of leasing and renting so to speak. It was home to "legal" sex workers, those who ran actual businesses in front of their usual activities. Despite the general reputation Red Light Districts have, it was one of, if not the safest places in Sac-Town. No gangs dared lift a finger against anyone who worked or lived here, mainly in part due to the heavy presence of cops, and because it had the highest concentration of normal kids between the ages of 6 to 14. Not due to the shay and underhanded things that some people do, but because one of the lergest brothels in Sac-Town was also the largest school.
Normally, people would be hesitant to send their six year olds to learn in the same building as people who were getting their brains fucked out. But the staff at the Heavenly Staircase Academy made sure that such things didn't travel home through the mouths and eyes of the youngsters. Having been inside more than a few times in her life, she knew that pretty much every room was soundproofed, and had polarized windows, or were just windowless if they were regularly used for more suggestive activities.
Granted, the polarized windows did more than keep the eyes out, but to keep the godawful lighting of so many fucking neon lights out as well.
It was a common theme around the city that the lighting was powerful, and more of an eyesore than anything else. Ads, shop signs, streetlamps, cars, etc, all displayed a obscene amount of light into the streets and windows of the surrounding buildings. It gets bad enough in some places that one would need to wear sunglasses, even at night.
Regardless of her opinion on the lighting, or whether or not her own eyes were to blame, she had a job to do: get a low level corpo's kid to school.
Normally, people would rather miss work, judging from the amount of parents walking their kids to school today, rather than trust their kid with a stranger, but apparently people knew that Cameron wasn't exactly a morally corrupt courier. Her tendency to not give a fuck about what was in a package or asking as little questions in possible apparently went a long way. That long way being 1200 credits paid in advance, for a 20 minute drive through the calmest place in the city, it was more than worth it.
The radio in her car finally clicked into something other than the hour and a half ad block the corporations reserved, and onto a song. Cameron immediately clicked it off, upon realizing that they were playing synth again. Among many songs and over a century of music to choose from nearly every radio station played the borderline ear rape that was synth. Sure, one or two songs in that genre weren't terrible, but the mass amount of them were basically the same goddamned thing. Why it was popular again she had no fucking idea.
Looking over the the kid in the passenger seat, Cameron realized how quiet they were. Likely either just shy around strangers or not at all talkative. Cameron didn't mind, let them go into their own little world. Plastic yellow jacket and small red toque with some blue track pants is what the 8 year old wore. A backpack in the shape of a teddy bear was held on her lap and hugged like it wasn't holding the kid's lunch in it. Something was up, but Cameron had neither the leverage to fix anything that was worrying the kid, nor the social skills. So the elder of the two let things be.
Finally the comparatively mute concrete building of the Heavenly Staircase Academy came into view along a rather thin road into one of the few honest to go fields in the city. Granted it was nothing more than a heavily fenced off soccer field but it was a patch of green nonetheless.
Pulling up near the entrance, Cameron stopped the car, "Alright kiddo, this is it." the sound of her seat belt unbuckling
The kid gave a simple hum in response before opening the vehicle's door, stepping out into the rain and onto the sidewalk. generally speaking, she'd follow her packages to their end point, but she found no real reason to seeing as there were 4 guards to the building within immediate sight.
She pulled away after the kid safely made it into the door.
This was the life she lived, and honestly, it was one of the more calm occupations someone in Sac-Town could have. Sure it meant being involved in all facets of life, but there was a flexibility to it. Compared to the various other businesses one could have, you didn't have higher ups. Even if you ran a small business, most of the time it was a franchise of a corporation or subject to racketeering by the various gangs around the city. So of course no matter what your business was you had higher ups.
As a Courier her only boss was the person hiring her to deliver something, granted she didn't have a whole lot of exposure but the "I know a gal" circle of influence could only expand so quickly. So Cameron was stuck where she was for the time being, doing menial jobs like deliver someone's mail, or take a kid to school. It paid, but not exorbitantly well, at least not as much as other jobs she'd done. But at least the job security was nice, no one really delivered mail to the more hazardous parts of the country after the USPS got it's shit rocked.
Pulling onto the freeway, the sight of dozens of other vehicles, either as fresh and new as some Corpse's augs, or older than Cameron's own '29 Civic. The disparity was rather jarring between them. The rounded and compact vehicles of the early 21st century looked nothing like the angular and square vehicles of the now latter half of the same century. Granted, everything after 2027 used the same fuel after the oil crisis, but they still had that look and design that screamed modern. Not to say Cameron disliked her car, it could keep up with the more modern and souped up vehicles of this day and age, but it still had quite the maintenance cost. It's one of the main reasons she lived with 2 other people.
Her trip along the freeway wasn't long, just a dozen miles before turning on to her exit. Once again in the much more difficult and rambunctious district of where she lived. Unlike the more well to do section of the red light district, the district she lived in had litter across the streets in piles, wheelless vehicles jacked up on cinderblocks, and many more vagrants laying about and kids running up and down the streets without much care.
It was where she grew up, and it was where she lived. She still locked the doors on her car, and kept a steady speed, even through red lights. To stop here was basically to hand off your car to someone or to get mugged. So she didn't hit the brake until she got to her block, a massive building nearly three . Underground parking was past a revolving elevator and heavy shutters, so her car getting heisted after heading inside wasn't exactly a concern.
After that small process of driving into a claustrophobic little box, getting out with a gun in hand, and locking up her car, Cameron headed inside of the massive block she lived in, 120 stories of concrete, metal, and poor public hygiene: Applewood Tower.
Stepping into the massive maw that was the main entrance, the hustle and bustle of the some 30,000 people who lived in these blocks reached her ears in a garbled mess that her brain just evened out as a mass of sound. Getting near the courtyard that had nothing covering it all the way up to the roof, she paused and looked up, scanning for something. She found it across the way, moving at terminal velocity.
With a sickening whack and a spray of fluids and bone fragments, the body impacted the floor at terminal velocity. There were cries of surprise as those closest to the person were sprayed with a thin veneer of blood. other simply took a wide berth around the body. Everyone else continued on with their day. It was common enough where everyone in the less civilized housing blocks simply moved on with their day, ignoring the corpse, and the Trauma team or Cops who eventually turned up.
With another look up, she swiftly made her way to the elevator.
It took nearly 15 minutes from entering the block to get home, her keycard needing a couple tries to open the locked door. Stepping into her home she took a breath in, it was leagues cleaner than the rest of the block, cleanliness was next to godliness, and she really needed to set a good impression for anyone who might drop in, announced or not.
Cameron called out as she took her jacket off, "Anyone home?"