The space had been filled with a complicated series of what 
looked like small, linked magnetic field generators and micro-sized 
particle-beam emitters that were spaced all over the suit in a 
symmetrical pattern, and concealed just beneath the armour plating.  As 
Sylia examined the spec sheet, her eyes widened as the full significance 
of what she was looking at hit her.  Her stunned gaze lifted to the 
bedroom door, as the pages she held flopped back to the coffee table.  
The bottom-most page came loose from the stack and fluttered to the 
floor.  As Sylia picked it up, she noticed the title across the bottom of 
the page that she'd missed previously:

I checked with one of the people in one of the departments, and he 
recomended that you revise the magnetic distribution units to be an 
alternating sets.  This way the plasma is distributed and by using the 
computer to detect incoming physical fire you can increase the plasma 
strength in a certain area by adjusting the magnetic flow.

	The other peculiarity was that none of the existing records were 
older than three years; it was as if he had no past at all.  Since there 
was no way that average people could just erase all possible records of 
themselves, Leon found himself looking at the unpleasant possibility that 
Nene's boyfriend was either a government agent, or else a member of a 
very powerful criminal organization.

What about the 1995 ID?  The fact that he showed it should still be in 
ADP records.

	The link was two-way, however; the suit could also provide some 
stimuli to the wearer, letting the wearer feel if he or she had been hit 
by weapons.  The armour plates had vibrational devices inside of them 
that gave the suit occupant a brief physical nudge when the computer 
deemed them as being physically hit.  It also had some electrodes that 
could give the wearer an actual, very low powered, electrical shock to 
simulate being hit with energy weapons. It was the electrical feedback 
aspect of the suit that had set him off the last time; it had tripped the 
automatic `all- out attack' mode that had been plaguing him since his 
kidnapping ordeal, and he'd gone berserk briefly, destroying all his 
simulator opponents, and then the replicas of his friends.

A recomendation is having micro-servos connected to various strings 
within the suit.  This will simulate the feelings of someone grabing 
him.  It can also be used to simulate a dented suit.

	"The simulator is ready, Bert," she told him quietly. "You can 
start anytime."  He sighed, and looked over at Priss, giving her a quick, 
reassuring smile. He settled the helmet into place as he clumped over to 
the door to the simulator room;  until the suit became active, the helmet 
muffled most of the noise from his surroundings, and severely restricted 
his vision, making moving awkward.  He fumbled around, and managed to get 
the door open, and stepped through.  It took another couple of minutes to 
find the interface cables inside the room, and get them plugged into the 
suit.  He swore under his breath to himself as he worked at getting 
connected; his real hardsuit was less hassle than this was!  At last, he 
made the final connections.

The V.R.E.R. uses short range radio communications to free the person 
from being connected to bulky wiring systems.  The only reason for the 
wiring that I can see is to simulate flight in such a small space.

Only things that I can see.  ^_^


And as for Sylvie... ^_-

Ichinohei Hitomi
Hitomi@escape.ca