Vaughn, without even a glimpse, tossed the PDA to Gabriela. “Only a few today but need to pick up something at Athena Industries.” He pointed to the small purple patch on her face. “You alright? Maybe you should put some ice or a frozen lamb chop on it.” Gabriela skimmed her delivery list, “I’m fine, I just auditioned for the role of a slave.” It was actually Tate, one of the more aggressive students at school. She scanned the leaden sky as the heavy droplets pounded and started her bike. “Stupid atmospheric processors… always screwing up.” Two police droids walked by. One of them tracked her momentarily. Bad weather meant potentially more accidents and therefore more police droids on patrol. Well, that was the excuse anyway. As Gabriela’s bike proved …