A Bit of Diversity.

Diversity Jones lived in her van: The Vampire, off grid. Ever since the do gooders had pulled their heads, momentarily, out of their collective arses and done away with their little windmills and solar panels, putting the grid back on nuclear power, most people enjoyed unlimited juice rations at a low cost.
She preferred, no cost.
Since the day she had been brought from North Africa as a boy child and sold to a family of wealthy perverts, who were sadly no longer with us, she had made her own way in the world.
The interior of The Vampire was alive with multi coloured lights from screens and hollys making the vans interior a Plato's Cave on wheels. If she ever needed a break from the constant flow of light Diversity would just stick on her blast shades and everything became night.
The small bed and living space was tidy out of nessesity and.all her clothes and accessories were carefully stashed in the locker overhead.
Diversity liked to dress with the simple elegance of a road warrior, who did bank jobs. She had no time for high heels and lingerie, her lifestyle might demand that she dive out of the occasional window so she had on an old pair of boots from the human wars and she always wore her flash proof army jacket for the pockets.
She checked the power cable hooking The Vampire up to the Tesla Hub. These ubiquitous sights around town were easy to hack into, for her skillset, nothing too difficult.
She stashed the cable and got in the driving seat, flicking on her communication device and calling up her accomplce and band mate: Steelbeeps.
The van took off and she was soon heading in the direction of the concrete bunker beeps squatted with all her domestic needs catered for by the Ministry of Justice.
The two had formed the band "Metal Machine Music" to do bank jobs and rob the Walords drug dens, no one made music anymore.
Up ahead there had been a pile up and the Warlords (so called) community police were trying without much joy to steer the morning traffic around a heap of twisted metal in the road; blood could be seen seeping from the twisted ball of mangled steel and shattered glass.
She was moving slower than a fucking snail on EZEENOW!
She got the attention of one of the high visibility clown cops holding a baseball bat.
Through her open window she asked the cop how much longer before the wreck mech arrived?
"Why you in a hurry?" He leered through his goatee beard that reminded her of a talking arsehole.
"Just let me through you little twat." She said contemptuously.
"Well that's not very ladylike,,,,and,,,,I could charge you" Said the skinny authority figure.
"Charge this!" She said grabbing her imaginary nut sack, causing the cop to break eye contact and wave her through the crash site.
She looked at her watch as she sped away from the clusterfuck. Now I'm an hour late! She thought bitterly. There goes the plan!
Steelbeeps was going to be pissed off and angry she knew that as she floored the accelerator. She sped past the blur of street vendors and human workers making their way to work. Neon flare holograms danced over buildings advertising Turbocaff and the Real bacon shack's pig was pinkly glowing in the sky as he did his little dance overhead.
"Shitehouse!" Said Diversity as she felt her front tyres pop simultaneously, causing her to swerve madly, as her van, The Vampire, crashed into a stationary Toyota pick up.
She banged her head on the steering wheel and blood started to flow from her nose 
It was just then in her dazed state that she felt her door being prised open and then she saw them, The Warlords Special Crimes Officers.
They had immobilising weapons in their hands that were buried in the titanium alloy exoskeletons covering both mens human vulnerability. They aimed the guns at her head as she fell sideways out of the car. One of the Biomechs read her the penal code.
He spoke into his comm device.
"We got her, yes, the bank robber,"
His excessively strong right arm pulled her upright by the scruff of the neck, and she leaned back against the car to steady herself.
"Hot Planets or The Jungle, the choice is yours."
She gathered her senses as she felt her nose dripping blood onto the street.
Just before the Mechs went to put her in restraints she used the precious seconds to look for a chance to escape.

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