Joanne Bergson 1.04

If Joanne Bergson knew one sure thing, it was that she had to keep at it to succeed. In order to achieve her goal and purpose, she could only try at the very least. This idea proved useful to measure her own efforts. Good feedback can open better doors than none! This next step could prove crucial, and a pivot point between resulting in abject failure and the just retribution, the divinely ordered, rightful justice of avenging the lives of all those women, men and children trafficked around the world. The lives of people who have fallen prey to the disgusting gnarls of the perverted powerful who would stop at nothing to keep and increase their net worth. Clearly, human trafficking must stop.

She needed to influence the underground market, but at the same time, couldn’t show her face. She needed a new identity and a corresponding automatic virtual image replacement software. Bill Dryller, a wizard of technology, in this, delivered.

The door opened automatically on recognition of Joanne’s known facial features. Bill put gloves on, knowing the potency of her pheromones, and face mask and respirator, to shake hands. Joanne had a condition that made men’s bodies malfunction if they got too close to her. Intimately close.

“Good evening, Miss Bergson. Make yourself at home!” The door closes behind her automatically. “I hope you leave today satisfied.”

“You and me too.” Joanne produces a wad of cash and leaves it on the table, by his keyboard. “Now, show me.”

Bill Hooked Joanne up with a computer system and webcam set up with the latest deep fake technology, so she could hide her face online while streaming live, as well as carefully crafted identity documents and an untraceable international bank account.

“This is what I live for! You have no idea how excited I am to do this for you.”

“Excited, how?” She was worried of the other edge of the sword.

“Make no mistake. You are the most beautiful woman to ever walk the Earth. But if you had any idea how elegant these solutions are, and how many people’s work has gone into producing them, the amount of money on your desk would have never been able to make it happen on its own. This, Joanne…”

“Please, call me Jo.”

“This, Jo, is a testament to humanity’s will to thrive and find new things and explore. With all of this, the world truly yours!”

A smile struck all over Joanne’s face. They said goodbye to each other as he reminded her to reach out if his services were of need again, and as she walked home, her heart raced, she could not wait for her first stream to go live.

© 2023 G. Dávila

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