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of black handsets. Touchscreen. Technology that was similar to his own tablet device — a device that allowed him access to the Freelance Network. From there he could see his schedule, job list, invoices, billings, and, most importantly, the Freelance Network Boards. In his line of work, access to the Boards was a priority. Heck, without it, JoEl would he homeless. His wife Nahl and their child TeAl would have no food to eat, no water to wash in. They’d be destitute. JoEl didn’t take this lightly. the Freelance Network brought him opportunities that other Nebulans could only dream about.
    The Board also had tutorials on how to do pretty much anything. If you needed to know how to unpick a Zungian lock, how to impersonate a Royal Tau Guard, or hotwire a human car. It was all there for the Freelancers to take. Knowledge shared for free amongst colleagues trying to make their way in the universe.
    As the dial on the car’s dashboard shot upwards and to the right, a camera flashed him.  
    Curious, he thought. Very curious.
    He continued to push the pedal down. Any harder and it might’ve gone through the floor. He overtook vehicles of varying shapes and sizes. There was even a much larger vehicle, long, carrying several of the smaller vehicles on its back.  
    Another of the human vehicles screamed at him as it turned off to the lane to the right hand side.
    “Sorry,” JoEl said, chuckling away like a kid in a hoversack. He thought of his son, TeAl. He would’ve loved to ride in a human vehicle like this. “Maybe one day TeAl will make his way to Earth,” he said to himself as his chuckling died away.
    If it’s still there, that is.
    The sun started to drop from the sky and the poles lining the streets lit up, illuminating the road ahead of him.  
    JoEl whispered the words “Tech 1.2.0” to his jacket. A module beneath his overcoat vibrated and beeped with life.
    “You’re through to Tech Admin, Mooan-oo speaking, how can I be of service today?” The voice vibrated through the module on JoEl’s overalls and spoke directly into his hearing aid, a mechanical piece of wetware wiring his audio equipment directly to his overalls. Each word tickled the tiny bones in his ear drums.
    “Well, my dear, this is Freelance Engineer 12a speaking. I’m currently on Earth performing job number 8c.12 and I need some help with directions.”
    A few seconds passed as the Tech Admin brought up his details.
    “Okay JoEl, please bear with me whilst I pull up the relevant information.”
    The inside of JoEl’s red-tinted lenses beeped and a small display appeared in the corner. A map. His location marked with a small zero and the target point an x.
    “JoEl, I have to inform you that you’re currently violating Earth speed laws relevant to the country of England and should slow your speed down to at least sixty on the dial.” Moano-oo’s voice was filled with faux-concern. JoEl wondered how many other Freelancers she’d spoken to that day.
    “I’ll be fine,” he said.  
    “Okay. JoEl, I can see that in a short while you will need to turn left.”
    JoEl was on his way to Arron Turner. He was a young one. Not of working age. Probably still studying, dreaming about the possibilities of his future — which was a shame really. JoEl wondered if Arron had been activated yet. Would he know JoEl was on his way?  
    As the clouds parted and the starlight appeared above the car, JoEl looked up. He wondered where he would be sent to next after this job was complete. How long would it be before he got to go back home again?
    An hour of Earth time passed quickly as JoEl drove through the busy streets and roads of the country. With Tech Admin’s directions he found himself in a quieter, suburban area. Houses packed with humans on every side of him. Perfect gardens with beautifully-arranged oxygen farms. Homes ideal for families. In a lot of ways it reminded him of Gamma Nebulous. The vast gardens and seas of housing estates that