Tower of London following late evening dinner

'I am going on ahead into the place. You will hear the cue to come in.' I sigh with letting him leave. So I stayed, my arms offered out to ravens. I chatter with them, even a infected came to land near to join in. I count about 10 birds around me. Our chatter being nothing offensive to the ears.

"Pardon me, has the host arrived yet?" Folks in rush, idiots trying to make a statement of being better the Jackle it seems.

"One of them as." a raven speaks for me, "Best hurry up. The welcome speech is soon." The extras scampering off quickly.

The conversation among birds is all the gossip that any magazine company would dream of. From scandals such as whose has children with others in spite of being 'happily married'. The names of those pretending to be higher status then they are. Whom is embezzling. Who cut tax off their wages. I feel like these birds have over stepped privacy to stalker levels of creepy. Come to think about it, the nesting zoo birds like gossip. Very vocal and socially entertaining.

I count about a whole flock of birds gathering around me. Enough space for a weirdo still come to my back and reach a hand at me. The birds on me temporarily hovered which allowed me to do exactly what this freak had coming.

"Wow, thats on very heavy looking cloak." I kicked this guy at his gut. He was utterly winded to do anything else. Crying on the floor for air. He is fine once he is out of the shock of choking.

"We are just secuirty detail. Move along." The ravens being really helpful once again. Some use their talons to poke the guy, forcing him to dot away in fear of being peaked. I take glance of a lot of folks have arrived since my brother has sneaked off. The hover drones scanning guests or the grounds. Working with other drones and birds. A lot of birds. A lot of them sitting with me to talk to me. I seen some of these birds before, had conversations with them at other locations across the country.

In fact, conversation was moved topic to talk about the cool places where the best hunting ground for food is and for shiny metal. Several said they would be trading with me if I here for it. A loud squawking that drowns out the noises of the tower. The guest gates closed for good. I can see that the lights dim. The birds all went quiet for me, allowing the muffle of a speech starting.

"We will get you in, no problem." A sparrow hawk which isn't normally seen in city. A lot of other birds wing flutters agreeing.

"Help the lady!" They exclaimed. I am not given a choose in this regard.

"You make one the very few folks to talk to us so equally. We want to return the favour." I jolted with how they all took flight and then figured out how to lift me.

I am totally fine with this as they go up floors. A little freaked out how precarious this was for all of them the be holding me in the air. I wasn't being hurt. The veiw was scary to see in being totally reliant of them. It was also beautiful, to see so far away. They had the window opened for me to jump through. I was on all fours, may have tracked my claws through the floor. I shivered and have my claws hidden. I stood straight, dusting off from this. A little shaken with how instant those bird were insisting on it. The party suddenly gasped of the display that was. A lot of clapping follows.

"Well this makes my life easier." My brother speaking on stage, I looked back at the margine of error I had to slip through a medieval panel glass window. I waved to the ravens outside, cooing lightly. They mirror me and took off to whatever they were up to, "Locked the entrance they say. Forgot the windows they did."

He jokes and several did laugh. He was not at all serious sounding. Even I couldn't help a few laughs. Quiet the comedian roasting the famous around him, the satire of dry British humor suited his way seeing things. His tailored suit is a meer reflection of his hard work. Only making anyone not so blind to maybe question if his jokes were as harmless as they were delivered.

"A drink?" I am offered a tray of different things. I turned them down. I walked right past so many of the crowd, my cloak is all the as felt while I slip right past the stage gaurds. The gasp folks were making about me rudely moving while my brother was taking the piss with traditional customs of today. There is a heavy lace of him liking a past that isnt around anymore. He posed a hand to me.

"Oh you know me." I pulled myself up and tap his shoulder in the appreciation of his offer, "Enjoying the finer details." I said as we stand together, "I am surprised that they choose the Tower. The place that royals have been imprisoned in and the crown jewel vaults use to be." I twirled around to look at the crowd, "I do love a venue with history. Speaking of which, the ravens send their wishes to trade at somepoint. They are quiet scary when they choose to pick me off the floor."

"And throw you throw a window, I am impressed you didn't break it." I nod in agreeing, "About time we finally get on with the actual greetings, sister."

The crowd is silent for the whole time I took off the cloak. I toss it back behind me with the human staff catching it, nearly falling over from the weight of if.

"Why else would we be watched by a mob of people with nothing better to do?" I play along his way. I give a soft twirl to face the crowd, eyeing down some faces i read or heard about. My brother finally rolls out a much serious tone and stands correctly as most machines should. The eyes sudden roll on over to me. I choose not to use my voice and have the internal connection link to the microphone, I play pretend as another machine. The crowd looks around perplexed or unhappy of my act.

"It is interesting to make your acquaintance with you all." I give a straight back bow, my foot work of a proper bow as a lady.

"Oh sis, we can't be that rude." He sighed, "Roasting them is one thing but out right pretending is offensive."

"Well are they really going to believe that a human was picked up by a flock of birds and thrown through a window?" I ask and he thinks about this. I look to the crowd that gasped in the realization of my stunt. I pass a few shurgs toward the crowd and properly use the mic, "My nickname is Kate Nick. Yes I have been seen walking around alone like a commoner. There is more fun in making the effort myself to see London." The audience has several whom stepped backwards from hearing me, "It so different now to what it was." I throw the mic to the party organiser. The danced about in a juggle with the mic. The awkward clapping. We both get down off stage.

"Let the party start." Mic to the stand and down with the organiser to come to us first, "Thank you for helping us do this on short notice. Your arrival into London has been the talk. Clearly your lifestyle of being with dome city is the height of power." I snicker at such assumptions, the poor guy frowns confused. There was no helping of my brother also giving a light laugh too, "Please ugh, feel free to have a drink. I would be seen as a utter disaster if you feel inadequately looked after."

"Relax. We are ok. If I was thirsty for a drink, I am sure one will come flying to my hand as always." I do well to plaster the smile, not that I need it with the mask on, "You have done more then enough with impressing me with the theme of decorating, the location and the effort of bending you back out for us." I pat the guy and he coughs a little. He blinks in how soft my hand, not hard plastic as he assumed.

"Oh look, Madam Fray did make it to the correct venue on time." I parted from my brother and the organiser, I rudely inserted myself into the gaggle of women, "The twins of the starlight, looking fresh despite just getting off stage not to long ago." I pose my hand to my cheek as I will continue rolling off names and how they were framed. A little slip of sarcastic notice from what the birds told me about. I am very quickly seeing different sides of mini wars between them and to the fence around them all.

"It must be hard to not have flavour anymore." I stepped on the coat tail of a merchant that sales drinks.

"You want to talk flavour then you have to try zip juice. Its a questionable drink that will bring the dead back to life." I smile calmly, "I do have to ask, just how many pack a day does a lass like you breath? I am sure your sense of flavour was shot ages ago. What you do taste I am sure must be over powering to others." She puts out the cigarette now, "Might take a while but your body will love you to stop." Anyone whom was about light a cigarette around me is now quicker in putting it away. Out to replace with chewing artificial nicotine.

"Quite the medical advicer. You must have a lot of them in dome cities." I shook in disagreeing.

"I am an emergency Doctor. I do consultations over three days before I preform surgery. Sometimes there has been no time to ask a patient for medical history. Unblocking heart arteries to poking fluids out from places that a gathering shouldn't be. Saving their life is the best you can prayer for in those dire seconds." The ladies are to petrified to speak up.

"Wow, a new lass." Some gentlemen to break the bubble, "A dancer?"

"I have someone already." I step to the side, "Maybe you should pick your girlfriend first?" Three ladies looking at him with revenge and scorn.

"I must insist, I have danced with everyone else at least thrice before." I throw his offered hand away.

"Look man, I am not interested. Your a bed warmer for too many broken hearts. You don't care about women the right way to even have one to marry." I take lady Fry hand, "Besides, your narrow minded like the brain down there." I take her along with and I let her choose to lead or not. She maybe shocked but she keeps appearances just fine.

"You're quiet a flamboyant personality yourself." Madam Fry settles, "You are also straightforward and not on to fall for classic ploys." She has a better look of my chains and hair. In a twirl she was studying my dress. Very silent.

"I may have interest in either man or women in term of being a flirt. But I sold my heart to my wife a long time ago. She's gone now." The song was quiet peaceful.

"I am sorry for your loss."

"Same to you. The double wedding rings. They all forget that your a person, not just some widow in the corner." She shows it to me.

"He is my love. Our children are just like him too." I smile with her.

"The memory of them never goes away. It's like they are still here watching." She nods in a genuine smile, "Always remember them in a good way, keeps them safe and alive with you." The song ends and with a bow, "I had a date here in London." We return back with linked arms, "I love history and so did she. We got lost a few times. When we were stood under the bell clock, we realized that our hotel was four miles. It was a expensive taxi or a great night out. I can't remember what we did."

"Bell clock... Big Ben hasn't rung for centuries."

"Whoops. I guess that you figured it out." Her eyes widen with the chain around me. Her hand pats around the charms looking at them more closely. She nods and the group we returned to were utterly mortified, "Its not like I am hiding the truth." She grins lightly about me. It was still so silent with the younger generation.

"For a old lass, you manage to floor most of the idiots." A heavy drinker from the wall came into the group, "You must be playing some joke about being rich."

"I may have at least earned my keep. The only shade I sale is the cough medicine to isolated communities. I haven't actually claimed to been a city girl at all." The drunk looks at their bottle to be sure of how much they had so far. He laughs off my comments.

"Oh come on. You sent the tin can ahead of you. You wouldn't know how to be filthy in dirt." I stare with a tilt. Madam Fry also shared my stare at his stupid to, even if she slides some doubt about some of my charms along the chain.

"You know, when I was little. They came out with the arguement reality network interface. It used to have glitches like you wouldn't believe." Madam Fry moving topic, "It became quite a in joke as well. Do to popularity that they never fixed it. People used to dress up as they would have their digital self. Going around making people think they left the gear on."

"I think I vaguely recall that." I hummed a little to consider it, "Its why some folks can get past the public filter. The digital side look so life like, it would fool folks in thinking their digital copies were trying to give us heart attacks. It became a fashion for pranking everyone with digital copies pretending to be the real you. You would physically walking in place of your copy."

"Yes. That was it."

"One of my colleagues skipped out some lab work to take a smoke break. My site manager walks in yelling at the digital ghost copy for a bunch of things. The site manager left in fumes long after my colleague returned from the break." I laughed a little, "So in revenge, I told my colleague that the site manager told us about a urgent meeting. Something a long the lines of needing to report in about the some test. Which happens to be why the site manager screamed at them in the first place." Everyone here had very strong and different reactions, "I don't really know the outcome of that. I had somewhere else to be before the ramifications of my revenge reached me."

"Great story." The drunk doesn't over think about it.

"Whats that charm?" one the younger folks asking with pointing. I felt it with my hand and sigh.

"Oh that one. It must be the same lab work I was just talking about. I use to photographer of cell shapes under a microscope or sometimes with other analysis equipment. The charm is a exact reference one of my most famous photos. It was the newest outbreak at the time, but the disease had no affect on any known creatures that were earth born." I stop playing with it, "A lot of my charms don't matter anymore. They do in some aspects but overall they have lost meaning to your generation." I poking about my charms with thinking about which to say next about.

"Why do you have guns on your chain?"

"I gave service to my country. Those were the guns I had license to use. They are roughly placed around the days I lost things." I stop playing with them, "These charms are what matter to our societies today but not many of them repsent my happiness. If I had more time, I would have added more important and sentimental ones. The ones I would rather talk about." hand poses upwards, and hoverdrone1 here to deliver my drink. I take it with care, smelling my deep red wine. I peer about it clarity and have another smell again. I don't actually drink it yet.

"Sister, may I steal you a while?" My brother offering his hand.

"Pardon me." I slip out of Madam Fry's grasp and with grasp of my brother, "It has been a real pleasure to met you all. I might stop by some the trades you have on offer. I like your pocket watch, Mr Dale." The drunk man, "It ticks with a good echo. It chimes the hour so smooth as a music box."

"You have some good hearing."

"I am sure she could tell that you lied to her." My brother tucking my arm link with his, "I am surprised she hasn't said anything about the kidney stones."

"Taking about having pain when you pee isn't a subject I would drink to. Instead its the cigarette tar in the lungs, the lost taste buds and poor skin."

"Yup, that is how she is. Excuse us." My brother leading me around to others.

A lot of simple hellos and average three nods before we are greeting the next political minister or speaker for whichever public sector services. A lot of playing a blank act. I could see my brother was also starting to struggle for long period we do things their society way. He slips up a few words if the person in front of us was being a special minded fool. We hardly gave any impression of ourselves to them. As no one would expected put views to be against the topic that they speak of.

We soon settled with standing with the organisers of this party, as they seem the top of creme. The topic of conversation they were on was trade they potentially had with the city. Something my brother spoke into the subject of suggesting the best network to talk to. I give passive nods with no input yet. My mind was distracted with the signals of health conditions some of the guests have.

"You seem to be very quiet this evening. Is everything to you liking?" The organiser asking.

"You all have done a wonderful job with everything. I am fine, simply taking in a lot the conversation. Its more then I had suspected. I am still reeling from the whole ordeal of my reputation and names. The mixed signals I give and how you react to them. Its quiet exhausting to bother with formally."

"Then this isn't your normal wardrobe." This being from London's fashion industry President. Not a minister but a guy with heritage of one.

"I prefer practical use over the hindered delicate things. Although this isn't anything to do with how I view the world or my opinions of it. You must take my personal side very differently to who I am during events like this." I removed my face mask and have it hung to the side of my head, "My opinion can't be taken seriously. I must stick to the facts."

The group stares at me for a while, silent and confused. It was maybe a long pause for them to take in how I look.

"We are very behind the times in terms of the war going on around our world as a whole. The recent developments of more races from space have been intermingled among the city. Its about time that we linked with human only diplomats and come together. As the alliance of creatures, humans and machines all have high stakes in a war that we been only invited to bother about recently. Humans in space are already in space trades with other planet worlds." My brother moving topic.

"The public fear and secert about the transmutation plague has came forwards as a race that even those in space think lesser of." This jolts many to stare between us.

"The plague is caused by creatures not from earth." The highest diplomats here took this seriously.

"They are a race enslaved at birth, forced to live in hosts and become gun shot prizes. A issue across other worlds whom haven't survived the alteration these parasites cause. Earth maybe not the only one with parasites problems. However Earth has been first claimed planet to have parasites revolt against mind control and talk to us... literally. There is a civil war amongst themselves. Whom is collared and whom is free."

"A revolution that needs to be spread across not just our planet but to finalize whom is which side of the galaxy cluster war. This fear among humans, creatures and machines must be on truce if we are to sort out the invaders among us."

"Look, you are doubtful of this truth. Yet this is the research project we been working on for years. This is the main topic of our presentation in 2 days time." The whole lot of them think on this. Not all of them were acting surprised about the fact, it was that we were aware of it. They look to each other slow to give nods in a sort of voting, "I have a crime to admit to before you tell me all what I knew." I continue. My brother disagreeing that I should anything personal, "We are looking after a small stage 6 and giving them choose of adoption with hosts whom can benefit then suffer."

"How exactly are you able to?"

"They are why the other races can take pictures of them within host bodies. They are the cause in the spreading of the removal of second brains. I would even assume that the creation of the disease is to be credited to a parasite whom was in their care. I have lost contact with it a while back." I couldn't help but narrow a dark look at this minister. They back off quickly on reflex.

My brother puts the mask back on my face, softly directing my sight off them. I force myself to chill. Once I am calm he the one the engaged in the topic more. Talking of our history and hinted to our awareness of what has happened to the one named Poison. Talked if what it was trying to replicate itself as and the research we accomplished with such aid.

"Poison would have attempted something we all had considered impossible or harmful to our chances to come forward to speak for ourselves." Brave for someone to speak openly as a parasite and not the host. Aware of exactly the heretic practices that some whom hacked the real Phoenix system are able to accomplish. A space database network that instruction on how to repair damaged issues of other races.

It was the organiser whom broke up this topic with asking permission to leave for meals setting. As there was a buffet banquet set up, which so happens to be the false starting venue. The place I borrowed my brother suit to talk demands about the food trays. It wasn't wasted on nothing. Not everyone here attending this portion wanted to eat, so this would be parting ways with half the guest numbers.

"Sir Jackle and Lady Nick, we offer a seat for you both to join us." This higher test group came together with the younger women's gaggle I had nosed before. It wasn't any surprise that these were family members or family friends to each other. Madam Fry being most accepting to walk at my other side, linking right arm. My cloak tucked over me by my brother, concerned of my temperature or my revealing dress to the public off venue.

"We will take your offer." Getting out of the Tower of London was quiet a lovely tour of which I spoke often of trivia on our way down. This knowing of accumulated facts had sparked interest by all that heard me. Many other guests came forwards to part was with us, speaking obnoxious goodbyes. The portion not interest in a after meal or any further nosing in this business.

Once outside late into the dark hours, and able to have fresh air from the stuff to wood halls of the tower.

The choose of transportation is the newest model of the double decker. This was a electric engine, a machine only driver and bullet proof glass windows. The top floor was roof over. The look overall was shiny and glamour up with LED lights. The interior was a private hire bus layout. It was a soft drive with no need of seat belts. Arriving at the buffet tables by 9pm, being last due to being considered above host more like 10.30pm.

The meals on offer was exactly everything that I checked before with this open dining hall. Three roads from the Ritz and upstairs included above a few stores. The staff to everything I suggested smoothly, those with heal issues took things easy or worked in pairs together. Drinks were handed out to everyone before the start of the eating meal, for a toast. A basic wordless toast that was to raise the glass on offer then take a few sips after. This marked the beginning of the feast. Some chat as they ate and others listened. A lot of eyes watching how everyone else was eating. I had my mask off while I ate, eating with the cutlery provided and as formally as possible. Small bites which didn't satisfy that I felt hungry.

"Our culture as body sharers is a mixed history. We mostly began life being harmless to hosts. We were born as a waste management for the internal structures of larger space creatures. We were colony based life back them, what you would call ants. We had no reason to harm our environmental living situations. It was by another race that we were separated from our colonies and forced into exprements. The second Brian was created to control and change our behaviours. Taking organs, rearranged limbs. Moved faces to now areas. Growing new organs we ate. Replacing the host was the second Brains goal. Then we were biologically cloned. Its now clones of our race used to be the bio weapon of warfare among the intellectual races. A small set of us like me and poison escape testing. Each of us set off to try ways to prevent the spread." This parasite minister explains to us.

I had acted to finish my fill... since I am the last one still eating a main course. I asked a staff member to have a whole tray of untouched portions be sent to my hotel room. The rest was up to the staff to divide between them in tipping them for service. No desserts. Interesting.

"If you know about us, then machines as a whole know it." Someone thinking things through.

"We are the planetary ambassadors... so all human space systems also know. There a grey area of mixed humans too." My brother tugs my chair closer, I put my mask back on, "There is awareness from half machine like Kate. Those whom have replaced items with machine ones. There is awareness from those machines whom pretend to be program. There is higher action from artificial intelligence like myself. The two if us were temporary choose as planetary ambassadors for the exact reason of being better acquainted with your race and not that we see any war with you. Call us the first race to step forward to help you independence from the Outsiders and anger stat systems the Outsiders have used you to attack. It is through only machines that you have alliances to. Any other race would have their own ambassadors."

"Then you have my word. It will be the higher parasite of my original home you will want direct contact." I felt that I needed to look a direct as others did. My brother to grip my hand, reminding me of him. Gun shots raised and the thunder of wind outside. Party crashing by the Mad Plague Doctor. Everyone was told to listen to these attackers words and force forwards any of the highest packing order.

"I want to kill him." I growled deeply, my brother giving the quick tug to pull me not to look at them, "I don't want to be around blood right now. You know what will happen. I am trying." I told my sweet brother. A slight whine from me as I am pulled into his clasp, bear hugs my arms from acting on their own. So loud that police were put on force to a Mexican stand off of the folks whom arrived by roof and the local peace police. A bunch of shouting laws from the police and the lowering of weapons by the intruders.

"They are acquaintance of Kate and Myself. We will not be responsible for their actions but will help you hold the accountable for any damages and disruption." My brother speaking to the higher folks we been sharing table with. Folks that soon managed the situation smoothly without my brother or me. I am dragged around safely as while these police are handling detaining.

"I understand your stance. You used them to get here too since they are deviants that hijacked the plane." It wasn't so big of a deal anymore then I thought it was about to become. The shock over the maid and the doctor putting up with being detained was adequate. No high charges other then when it came to billing the ceiling damage for this diner hall. They cut it down to nearly nothing if the folks that caused it, fixed it.

"Jackle... I hardly recognizes you in the fancy clothing." This maid tilted about my dress and my reliance of my brother, "Kate?"

"Maiden of the sovereign star palace." My brother speaks to her from the car police door, "Welcome to the society of creatures and parasites. A neutral territory that human cities have no to little information about. Day after tomorrow will be first contact to the city domes." The Doctor in a van was held with more beef, as he is causing distress to his surroundings. Calls are made about this situation, addressing to the network for consultation. It is quiet late, early morning. 1am. I am exhausted. So much to comb through with them all.

"Kate." shook up a little from losing attention, "Back to the hotel for you. I. not going back. I have to be legal representation for the maiden." I think he meant the maid. Then again, it could be their titles from thier race. I read something like that before from my brother shoulder.

"Stay safe and I will see you later." Back to the Ritz on my own. No one bothered me and getting the dress off wasn't difficult. The food here will be a fine breakfast. It will be fine. I see a portion was taken by the spider, likely to help feed the parasites in the van. Alarms set to later.