“Ahem….excuse me young lady” Kristina's head snapped up at the sound of her mother's voice. Her eyes went first to her mother's face, then to the clock, then to the empty seat, then repeat the the cycle a few more times as she tried to understand what was going on. “...any idea how dangerous that wa...

Elsewhere on the station, the real Kristina Larsen was sitting nervously at a small table in Club ioN, the holo-arcade next to the theater. The 'girl' at the ceremony was, in actuality, a hologram being controlled by the other giggling girl, Ashlika James, who Kristina had blackmailed into helping h...