"Alright, then it's settled. We'll sign the contract when we meet."
The formalities still had to be observed. Whether as a Mercenary or the Sorcerer Supreme, Contract Spirit was important. Symbolism still meant something.
"Heh, no problem. You're making this pretty official. Just doing these things probably breaks who knows how many New Federation laws. A contract won't protect us." Songbird laughed, though her body remained perfectly still; it was her brainwaves laughing. "Alright, what do I need to prepare?"
"Neither of us cares much about the law, but life still needs a little sense of ceremony. You don't need to prepare anything special. Just wait until I pick a place and get your body ready."
Vishanti contracts were not so easy to default on, but there was no need to explain that. Su Ming stood up, ready to leave. Dogtown made him uncomfortable; the weather was terrible, and so was the environment.
"As for your new body, what kind do you want? I support custom orders here, in exchange for you helping me with a few more little favors."
"Just as I thought—you have Synthezoid technology." Songbird was extremely pleased. Since she was getting a new body, naturally she wanted one she liked, and one the New United States Government would never be able to find. "I want my new self to be a stunning beauty. Purple hair, a hot figure, and a long enough lifespan."
Right, there was also the matter of lifespan. She did not want to get cheated on that front. What if he prepared a body that needed parts replaced every year, or had to be charged every day? That would be troublesome. He could use those things to control her Future completely.
"Those are simple requirements. Don't worry about lifespan. I have Synthezoid technology,