The virgin & the bad boy (Gravity)

Chapter 2/UN-Facebook says hi.

A/N We are editing around and don't like long chapters. This is the second part of the old chapter  1 moved into its own space. If you have read the book from the beginning before this isn't new. RK+Reb

A/N Video The last job.

We walked to the pickup point and a car approached and opened its doors for us. We sat in the self-driving car; inside it was what seemed like two sofas sitting opposite each other. The bags loaded themselves into the trunk, then Not-Important hailed a taxi for the rest, except for one bit of hand luggage which got left behind and wheeled itself the 25 miles to the downtown apartment that Aunt Catherine had rented for me. We began by driving down a narrow tunnel, inches away from the car in front.

"Call from your Aunt Catherine," said Important, sitting opposite me.

"Scarlett is that you?" asked a high-pitched voice coming from the robot.

"Aunt Catherine?" I said, still zonked. "I thought you told Mom that you were coming to collect me?"

"I did, I sent Not Important. Anyway, your mother never said anything about you arriving on a Tuesday. Tuesday is Tarot reading day and I can't miss an appointment, Madam LaStrange is so hard to get an appointment with, once one breaks it, I simply couldn't not appear dear. Not Important why don't you take a photo of Scarlett for me."

I looked out of the window to the wall inches away. Not Important put his thumbs and index fingers together, forming a box, and then said 'click'.

"Excellent," said Aunt Catherine, clearly looking at a screen on her end. "What a lovely picture, I will treasure it always. I'll put it on Facebook"

"Hey, don't I get a look at it?" I said.

One of the windows turned from glass to a screen and I saw a picture of some Paris Vogue magazine waif looking soulfully out of the car window. Hang on, that Vogue waif was me.

The car shot out of the airport tunnel and joined a freeway of similar vehicles. Each one was moving at great speed, only inches away from the car in front. Vehicles would slip left or right almost instantly, like bubbles in a stream of liquid.

"Hang on. In this picture, I'm wearing more makeup than Marilyn Manson!" I complained, I looked far too good. "So you like photoshopped me to the extreme?"

"I presumed madam would not like to have a picture published while she is not looking her best," said Not Important.

"Hang on, you made that soft-porn image public?" I panicked.

"Certainly not, my default parameter is only to Mistress Catherine's closest family— all 32,000 of them."

"EEEEK! Take it down immediately," I said, freaking out.

"Why dear?" asked Aunt Catherine.

"Because I don't look like this," I said firmly.

"Dear Scarlett, look, 139 people have liked it on Facebook already. I've already responded to them," said aunt Catherine.

"How can you have responded? It's only been seconds since he—it—you took the picture."

I could almost feel the pity come down over the phone.

"Dear, stylish people don't waste their valuable time doing things on a social network. We have people to do that for us."

I got the feeling that by people, she meant robots.

"But everyone responded so quickly," I said.

"Well, everyone else has people to manage their social network for them too," said my Aunt.

"So basically, you have a machine to put the picture up on Facebook and everyone else has robots who do all the business of pressing the "like" button and writing wry comments beneath," I said.

"That's right dear, all 308 of them, and wow one real one. You've even had four offers of marriage alone," said Aunt Catherine. "Anyway, you should meet most of the people tonight. I've told them you're having an arrival party."

My shoulders slumped.

"Aunt, I'm terribly space-lagged. I've been a frozen turkey for three months," I told her.

"Exactly," said my aunt, "you've been sleeping for three months and just got up, why are you tired?"

"Uhr!!!"

"Mr Not Important told me you don't have an assistant."

"Yeah, I left it on mars. It wasn't designed for the gravity and the power sockets are different here," I lied to her.

"I'll get Brian, he's my seventh husband or was it, eighth husband... Anyway," said my aunt, "he'll find a good one for you, he's good with computers. As your late grandmother told me, always make sure you marry at least one husband who is good with computers. It was good advice and you can learn a lot from it. See you at the party later, ciao!"

I leant back in the seat. "Kill me, kill me now!"

"I'm sorry, I cannot oblige, miss. My programming does not allow me to let harm come to a human," said Not Important.

"Yet you let my aunt come near me," I said. I looked out at the urban jungle around me. "What city am I in, Important?" I asked.

"Atlanta, miss."

"A Scarlett in Atlanta, this is going from bad to worse," I said as we zipped into the city.