Jahangir nodded. “The sponsor is legally responsible for your behaviour during the stay. So you’d best behave! On the bright side of things, you’re now also covered under my health insurance.” He then looked back at the receptionist. “Will that be all, madam?” She nodded and took the pad, looking it over to make sure it was properly filled in before nodding again and looking up. Then she turned to a small machine set on her desk - one that turned out to be a 3D printer. It whirred into action, printing out a smooth plastic identity card, which she handed to the Valkorian. “This card has a microchip in it to identify you. It’ll allow you access to the city, holds required information such as insurances, social security number and so on, and you can pay for purchases with it. Garedh na Kaveh, mister Varelianus.” She smiled at his blank gaze. “It means ‘welcome’.”.
After nodding and thanking her for her time, they left the building through a side door. Neither took much notice of the camera in the corner, which whirred appreciatively and focused on the Valkoran’s face. “With that taken care of, let’s head to the safehouse. It’s in the city, next to the cybernetics factory.” He shrugged at that. “Ironic, I suppose.”
They walked through the crowd, past the roadways, and moved to the gate. Jahangir slid his citizenship card through a narrow slot in one of the side doors, and it smoothly slid open. Marcellus followed his example, and ducked under the low archway. He emerged in to the full glory of the City of Kurshid. Tall buildings reached to the sky, and great factories bellowed out plumes of thick white smoke. The city was overflowing with people and light, neon advertisements and the sound of commercials everywhere. If he looked between the gaps between buildings, he could see the city wall, studded with towers that held automated gun turrets and missile launchers.