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millions of voices, mounds of information, and even the devices of his home that changed temperature and brewed coffee began to slip away. She disconnected him from the network. She pulled the collar off. It was no longer necessary because he could no longer control anything. He was alone in his thoughts. He understood the emotion in her eyes. It was pity.

Event 4 – R
     
    I was in a luxury suite of a high-rise hotel dying my hair. I stained the sink with dye, but I didn’t care. The dye should throw anyone who wasn’t scrutinizing my face. A contact in each eye changed their color. My look was completely different, but the look could be the person I normally looked like for all I knew. Maybe the identity I was trying to avoid was a persona created by whoever left me here. At least I was left with a few useful tricks. The “wallet of any card” was pretty fun, I had to admit. Apparently, another one of the blank cards was my Citizen ID card with a picture to match the newly dyed hair. My name didn’t seem to matter much because it appeared as a different person each time I needed to produce a card.
    I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I was pretty fit, and I should have been able to take out that clerk. Where are all my fighting skills? I am certainly smart enough, but I really couldn’t do a thing to save myself in the fight. My tussle with security guards at the bookstore was limb-flailing luck. The secret agent hypothesis felt like it was losing traction. I certainly wasn’t here to defraud hotels and coffee shops, though the unlimited cash flow was a perk. At least I’ll be able to sleep in a warm bed tonight. I still wasn’t tired, though. It was like I could go indefinitely without sleep, but I decided to try sleeping anyway. I was never hungry but still ate because I didn't want to crash.
    I decided to get some food and kill some time downstairs. I dressed in a nice suit that I bought in a fancy men’s store. I decided to ditch the clothes I stole in case the manager went back on his word and reported them stolen anyway. I knew something was happening beyond the surface of this town, and run-ins with the authorities felt like it was something I should avoid.
    I went down to the hotel bar and sat on a stool. I ordered a cocktail and gave the bartender my room number. I picked out a burger and onion rings from the menu, the good old-fashioned American meal if I was even in America. I didn’t even know where I was located. I made a mental note to check out a map when I had a chance. America or not, the burger and the rings were tasty. They were the best damn food I’d had in a while. I ordered another drink when I was done with the meal.
    A beautiful brunette sat at the bar a few seats down. She smiled at me, and I rose my glass. There was a danger in interacting with the locals, but it was a good way to do a little reconnaissance. And what’s wrong with a little fun? I may not be a secret agent, but one doesn’t have to be a secret agent to get the ladies. After some more glances with her, I ordered a third drink for myself and one for her. I dug in my pockets for the mints. At least they would come in handy.
    I was too focused on the girl to notice the strange mint container. After I had lifted the mint out of the package, instead of another mint, there was an electronic device that was blinking red. I stuffed it back into my pocket and popped the mint into my mouth. The bartender dropped off the two drinks, and I stood up to carry them to her. I crunched into the mint.
    And in the next moment, I was at the fruit stand in the grocery store. The well-dressed man was standing beside me. He was examining the fruit on the stand with great care. He looked as if he was searching for perfection, which is next to impossible to find in fruit. I almost told him that when he chided me, “You draw too much attention to yourself. Act like you are buying fruit. Be meticulous, drag out the process but don’t