The door slid open. The two guards stood, armed. One jerked his e-gun, prompting her to move. Its chrome caught the light. Its purple battery throbbed inside its cylinder, and violet shadows oozed into the barrel. She placed her drink on the award shelf near the door that gathered dust – twenty-three figures stood there with her name engraved. She nodded to the guards, throwing a cardigan over her shoulders – not that it mattered what she wore, she knew she’d wake up in something different.