Kin reached into the glove box and pulled out the package of materials Markus had prepared for Miranda. Things that were impossible to accurately replicate in twenty-one-A—security seals, hologram patches—could simply be printed in the modern era.
Kin reached into the glove box and pulled out the package of materials Markus had prepared for Miranda. Things that were impossible to accurately replicate in twenty-one-A—security seals, hologram patches—could simply be printed in the modern era. Markus, who falsified records as part of his job, often joked about how easy it was to create people, and now he had proof. “Passport. New identity. Birth certificate. Cash. Prepaid credit card. Basic paperwork and life history. Penny’s brother has hacked official records to match. You exist, or at least this person does. Oh, and we bought a wig for you on our way to Davis.” He handed the stack over. “Wherever you want to start a new life, you can. And when you get there, lay low for at least a few months. No social media, cover your face with sunglasses and hats as much as possible. After that, time and distance should keep you safe as long as you don’t give them a reason to believe you’re not you.”
