I locate myself in Cassidy Lane’s primary player: a young man who is up to no good or nothing at all. The last thing I do is grab what looks like a skinny joint but is actually the remote to activate the mecha-suit. I touch my toes and swing my arms a few times. The other panel is a large receiver screen that shows me the inside of house 336 and the patron/patrons I’ll soon be introduced to. I check myself out on one side, make sure I look the part. The mirror in the bathroom is two panels.

I throw on boots, and I put on dark sunglasses to protect my eyes. There are three in the bag I’ll go through at least two bags this shift.

With my top secure, I open a pack of stretchy white tees. It feels like a skin-on-skin hug that doesn’t stop. Then I latch into my mecha-top-two orgometal panels that snap together over my chest and back. Once I have the mecha-bottoms on, I jump into baggy jeans. Once they’re activated, I can squat a half ton. I start with the mecha-bottoms: a pair of hard brown orgometal pants that make me limp before they’re activated. We use outdated versions of the exoskeleton battle suits that the marines use. I strip down to my briefs, then I put on my armor. There’s a timer above the toilet that lets the primary player-me most of the time-know when patrons expect to start getting their justice on. The bathroom in house 327 is the primary player’s changing room. When I get to the back door of house 327, the fourth house on the lane, I’m sweaty, which I can work with.

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