Hiro, like most boys, had a major crush on Nana Love.
"I'm sorry last night was really busy. But that's fantastic!"
He lazily stretched out a finger, pointing at the teacup in her hand.
She brought it to him, offering a real bow. "Congratulations, Hiro."
""Hiro-sensei," he reminded her.
Aya just rolled her eyes. "You don't have to call your own brother 'sensei,' Hiro, no matter how big a face he is. So what was the story?"
"You wouldn't be interested. Apparently."
"Come on, Hiro! I watch all your stories except for last night."
"It was about this bunch of crumblies." Ren lay back across the couch. "They're like surge-monkeys, except they don't care about beauty or weird body mods. Just life extension: liver refits every six months, new cloned hearts once a year."
"Life extension?" Aya said. "But stories about crumblies never go big."
"This one has a conspiracy angle," Ren said. "These crumblies have a theory that the doctors secretly know how to keep people living forever. They say the only reason anyone dies of old age is to keep the population steady. It's just like the bubblehead operation back in the Prettytime: The doctors are hiding the truth!"
"That's brain-kicking," Aya murmured, a shiver traveling down her spine. It was so easy to believe in conspiracies, after the government had made everyone brain-missing for centuries.
And living forever? Even littlies would pay attention to that.
"You forgot the best part, Ren," Hiro said. "These crumblies are planning to sue the city for immortality.
Like it's a human right or something. People want an investigation! Check it out."
Hiro waved his hand. On the wallscreen his face rank disappeared, replaced by a web of meme-lines, a huge diagram showing how the story had kicked through the city interface all night. Vast spirals of debate, disagreement, and outright slamming had splintered from Hire's feed, over a quarter-million people joining the conversation.
Was immortality a bogus idea? Could your brain stay bubbly forever? And if nobody died, where on earth would you put everyone? Would the expansion wind up eating the whole planet?
That last question made Aya dizzy again. She remembered that day at school when they'd showed satellite pictures from the Rusty era, back before population control. The sprawling cities had been huge enough to see from space: billions of extras crowding the planet, most of them living in total obscurity.
"Look at that!" Hiro cried. "Everyone's already going off the story My rank just dropped to nine hundred. People can be so shallow!"
"Maybe immortality's getting old," Ren said, grinning at Aya.
"Ha, ha," Hiro said. "I wonder who's stealing my eyeballs."
He flicked his hand again, and the wallscreen broke into a dozen panels. The familiar faces of the city's top twelve tech-kickers appeared. Aya noticed that Hiro had jumped to number four.
He was leaning forward in his chair, devouring the feeds to find out where his ratings had gone.
Aya sighed. Typical Hirohe'd already forgotten that she'd come up here to talk to him. But she stayed quiet, curling next to Ren on the couch, trying not to crumple too many sad little paper birds. It probably wouldn't hurt, letting Hiro get his feed fix before admitting she'd left her hovercam at the bottom of a lake.
And Aya didn't mind a little feed-time. The familiar voices soothed her nerves, washing over her like a conversation with old friends.
People's faces were so different since the mind-rain, the new fads and cliques and inventions so unpredictable. It made the city sense-missing sometimes. Famous people were the cure for that randomness, like pre-Rusties gathering around their campfires every night, listening to the elders. Humans needed big faces around for comfort and familiarity, even an ego-kicker like Nana Love just talking about what she'd had for breakfast.
In the upper right corner, Gamma Matsui was kicking a new tech religion. Some history clique had applied averaging software to the world's great spiritual books, then programmed it to spit out godlike decrees.
For some reason, the software had told them not to eat pigs.
"Who would do that in the first place?" Aya asked.
"Aren't pigs extinct?" Ren giggled. "They seriously need to update that code."
"Gods are so last year," Hiro said, and Aya smiled.
Resurrecting old religions had been kick right after the mind-rain, when everyone was still trying to figure out what all the new freedoms meant.
But these days so many other things had been rediscoveredfamily reunions and crime and manga and the cherry blossom festival. Except for a few Youngblood cults, most people were too busy for divine superheroes.
"What's the Nameless One up to?" Hiro said, switching the sound to another feed.
The Nameless One was what the two of them called Toshi Bananathe most brain-missing big face in the city. He was more of a slammer than a real tech-kicker, always attacking some new clique or fashion, stirring up hatred for anything unfamiliar. He thought the mind-rain had been a disaster, just because everyone's new hobbies and obsessions could be unsettling and downright weird.
Ren and Hiro never said his name, and changed his nickname every few weeks, before the city interface could figure out who they meanteven mocking people helped their face stats. In the reputation economy, the only real way to hurt anyone was to ignore them completely. And it was pretty hard to ignore someone who made your blood boil. The Nameless One was hated or loved by almost everybody in the city, which kept his face rank floating around a hundred.
This morning he was slamming the new trend of pet owners and their ghastly breeding experiments. The feed showed a dog, dyed pink and sprouting heart-shaped tufts of fur. Aya thought it was kind of cute.
"It's just a poodle, you truth-slanting bubblehead!" Ren shouted, tossing a cushion at the wallscreen.
Aya giggled. Giving dogs funny hairdos wasn't exactly Rusty, like making fur coats or eating pigs.
"He's a waste of gravity," Ren said. "Blank him!"
"Replace with next highest," Hiro told the room, and the Nameless One's angry face disappeared.
Aya's eyes drifted across the screens. Nothing looked remotely as kick as surfing a mag-lev train. The Sly Girls had to be more famous-making than poodles, pig eating, and rumors of immortality.
Aya just had to make sure that she was the first kicker to put them on her feed.
Then she saw who had supplanted the Nameless One in the top left of the wallscreen, and her eyes widened.
"Hey," she murmured. "Who's that guy?"
But she already knew the gorgeous, manga-eyed boy's name It was Frizz Mizuno.
"That bubblehead's the thirteenth-most-popular tech-kicker now?" Hiro groaned. "That was fast."
"Turn his sound on," Aya said.
"No way!" Hiro said. "He's so gag-making."