Goodmorning

Cassandra wakes up at precisely 5:45 and dawn is just breaking, she'd been in a half state of excitement all night. Today was the day.

Rising, she pulled back the heavy drapes and lifted the shades.

As she did this thing, she knew there was a satellite somewhere near by that would be taking random photos of her movements from space, but on this particular day, she did not care, and walked through the flat naked except for her holographic thong.

Showered and ready by 7:00 she tied up her shoulder length hair, and began to select her shoes.
She was meeting Andre. She had to look perfect.

Out the door in stiletto heeled boots, with buckles around the calves, she heard the door click behind her.

As she slid her passcard through the exit door, her ID number flashed; she hit the verification button and was released from the building.

Tapping her way down the pavement she thought of Andre, and how he must look.

Once she got to the railway station and slid her IDcard to enter the platform, she began to become just a bit nervous.
She had met Andre through a friend who had taught her everything she knew.
But he had never asked to meet with her before.
Up until then he had been content to pass information along to her via their mutual friend.
She had grown to like his mind but was not sure what he wanted from her this morning at...8:00
Here came the train.

She glanced up at the round camera installed above every entryway, and knew she had just been photographed.

Cassandra was a template, not a model.