The planet Kiput is not necessarily the largest of the Afrigar constellation, but it is certainly the most beautiful. For this huge constellation of civilizations that have not yet been illuminated by the civilizations of the galaxies in most corners, the developed Kiput is undoubtedly the pride of the whole constellation. Kiput sits on the outer edge of the Yafriga constellation and is mostly covered by yellow sand dunes, but along the blue Nell Sea, which runs from north to south, provides all the guarantees for life, so the civilization here is far older than most of the other planets in the system, even if you put it in the entire Utonian system.

Due to its proximity to the two major asterisms of Gaia and Percyian, the planet has played a complex role in the frequent conflicts between the two major asterisms throughout history. King Lalysis II of Kiput thought that it would be better to serve both at the same time than to join either side. So he wisely declared neutrality and established a new aeroport: Freeport Alessandro, in the dunes of the sand dunes 300 duis west of the capital city of Kalo.

Covering an area of 33,000 square dewars, the new city immediately became the most prosperous interstellar trading port in the entire region. Every day, countless ships land from all corners of the Utonian system, some even from the distant Westrope or Istasia constellations. Here they unload passengers or cargo, completing large transactions, each of which brings a stamp duty and administration fee to the Kiput Kingdom. Faced with the lush fortunes, Larisis II was happy to turn a blind eye to the identities of these traders. It didn't take long for it to become a haven for adventurers, swindlers, fugitives and bounty hunters.

On the evening of the fourth day after Vicky received his special mission, a B-910 passenger spacecraft from the planet Asen landed at the Phoeniz Flight Dock in Port Alessandro.

With thousands of aircraft taking off and landing here every day, there's nothing special about a spaceship like this. Most of the passengers disembarking from the ship came from the Gaia constellation, including the eloquent Yasen, the silent Curiz, the artsy golden retrievers, and the intrepid Spithams, as well as the Giman and Lombard from the Centalop constellation, all of whom considered themselves representatives of the most handsome males in the system, and occasionally engaged in a skirmish or two over the honor. Naturally, in every spaceship, there are always Normans with a folding vacuum cleaner, and when they need to find a place to rest in the borderland, they will always turn on the vacuum cleaner first to clean it up. There are also the Judai people with big heads and protruding eyes, whose ancestors are said to have lived on the planet Isnal, but have now been incorporated into the territory of the Percian Empire. The Zhu people were evicted, homeless, and wandered from galaxy to galaxy, mainly engaged in the profession of money lending.

The ship opened its hatch, and the passengers rushed out. Among them was a young man of twenty-six or seventeen years of age, who had long straight hair like an ordinary Spitan, who was neither fat nor thin, and whose countenance was neither handsome nor ugly, and who passed by thousands of travelers every day without making any impression. As he passed through customs, customs officials learned from the scanned biometric passport that his name was Vikki, a native of Speitan, who now held a federal passport for the Gaia system and was a freetrader by profession. The customs officer briefly compared the swirling hologram in front of him to a real person, pressed a button on the console, and stamped a signature on the biometric passport inside the wiki, and let him cross the border. With this signature, he will be able to stay on the planet Kiput for 20 days.

Wiki caught a taxi shuttle at the exit of the pier and got off the shuttle on a street corner in the city's West End. After the shuttle left the turn, he walked down the street to a small bar, stopped on the side of the bar, and looked up at the clumsy sign on the holographic sign on the roof of the bar: a barrel of ale pouring golden liquor, and beneath this small waterfall, all sorts of people were scrambling to be baptized with their mouths open and their glasses raised. I don't know whether it was the painter's carelessness or intentionality, but on the shoulders of a Percian in the painting, it was not their usual Saker falcon, but the iconic cat-faced falcon of the Yasen people. He noticed the detail, a silent smile on his lips. At the top of the sign, the name of the bar flashes - Carnival Bar.

He didn't go in right away, but turned around and scanned the street, as if to see if there was a better place to have a drink. After making sure that no one was watching him, he walked slowly around the bar, observing the customers inside through the bar's window. He identified the person he was looking for, a Trick man with four arms, eight fingers on each arm, sipping a large glass of ale in a corner, which he had to use his two hands to hold.

Vicky entered the bar, walked past the crowded drinkers at the bar, and sat down across from the Trick Man: "Mr. Valdés? I'm Wiki. Joseph recommended you to me. ”

Trick didn't put down his glass, shook his hand with the extra hand in greeting, and raised his other hand to the bartender for another large glass.

"The location was nice and noisy, no one could hear what we were talking about. Do you know what you want? Trick grinned hoarsely and looked at the wiki with a sly eye.

Vicky nodded, took the large cup handed by the waiter, did not drink it, and said calmly, "Yes." I'll need a full set of new identities, including a biometric passport that can be used in the Percyan system, a free trade permit, a driver's license, and a weapons license. I also needed something special. ”

He leaned over to the Trick man and whispered a few words. The Trick man sipped slowly, rolled his eyes, and pondered for a moment. Wiki didn't reach for the glass, didn't rush, waited quietly.

Ten minutes later, the Trick man nodded, "Yes, sir, I can do all of this." I'll take you to a hologram and recreate the biochip. Now the Empire does not allow the Gaia to come and go freely, so the DNA information on your bio passport must be changed to Percyan or other races. Fortunately, there is not much difference between the two races, and it can be done with a small number of modifications without attracting the attention of the Empire. But—"

He took a sip and a sly smile appeared on his face, "But if it's to be perfect, as you demand, to stand up to any scrutiny, I'll have to dive into the Empire's database of subject information, add your data to it, and make it the date it was generated match the date of birth on your passport, which means I need to have the highest authority to maintain the database." It's not easy. Another option is to find a person whose date of birth matches yours but who has died or disappeared, and modify it directly to your data. But this means that you need to be familiar with his past when using this identity, so I recommend that the previous method be reliable. As for the special things you talked about later, the first one is very technically difficult. The second type is more risky. You've got the right person. ”

He paused, paused, and waited for a fitting compliment or two to satisfy his vanity. But Vicky didn't say anything, he still kept listening and looked at the Trick man without any expression.

The Trick took a big sip to hide his embarrassment and ease his anger. "Of course, all of this comes with a lot of overhead. First of all, it costs money to take pictures and make chips, and I have to find a suitable colleague to solve the problem of the database, and if necessary, I may have to go to Percian, which has the cost of transportation, and the last thing, no one will be willing to risk it without a big price. And ......"

"How much?" Vicky interrupted him.

"About 50,000 kiput pounds, that's 1,500 stad."

"The current exchange rate is 1 to 33.88, and 50,000 kiput pounds is 1,476 stads. I'll pay you 1000 STD now, and 500 STD when I'm done. If you can do all of this in 15 days, I'll pay you an extra 500 stadt. ”

The Trick's anger vanished, and he giggled, stood up, and drank the rest of the ale: "Then let's not waste time, now go to my photo studio." ”

They left the bar and turned into the adjacent alley, turning east and west, and walking through the alleys without stopping. Wiki found that the navigation system on the communicator was blocked, but he was not worried. From the moment he left the door, he began to remember how many steps he had taken and then turned, and in his mind a walking trail was formed correctly with the footsteps. By the time the walk came to an end, he was pretty sure they wouldn't be more than 20 floats away from the carnival bar in a straight line, or 37.58 meters. He acquiesced to the caution of the Trikers, without any indication of it, only reinforcing the impression of the trajectory in memory.

They came to a dirty, cramped low-rise apartment, with a video studio on the ground floor, and a variety of works displayed in the window, from portraits of friends to standard ID photos, and an almost life-size hologram projected in the window that was playing over and over again, showing a pair of young parents breastfeeding their newborn child. The couple tries to show joy and love in front of the camera, but they seem flustered and unnatural. For a moment, the footage made Wiki wonder if the Valdés he had found was really the one Joseph had recommended.

Without entering the studio, the Trick man took the wiki into a dark basement. He quickly turned on the walllight with one hand, turned on both spotlights with the other two, and made a gesture to come in with one hand.

"Please stand here, sir." He placed the wiki in front of a holographic camera and turned on the machine. "I'll have to get your biometric information before I can make changes."

After collecting the data, Wiki went to the camera and watched the Triek in silence.

"You see," the four hands of the Trick man moved almost simultaneously, revising the DNA data captured on the camera, "the first identity you want is a Maple Leaf Star, which is not difficult. The DNA structure of the Maple Leaf and Gaia is very similar, and we only need to do the main processing on the hair. Other details could be slightly embellished. Of course, when using this identity, you'd better cut your long hair short and dye it the yellow that most Maple Leaf people do. ”

His 32 fingers pulsed nimbly, and he was done editing in no time.

"Now let's take a look at the special effects you want later. You want a second new identity that makes others think you're a Percian. There are many obvious differences in the DNA of the Gaians and the Perciansians, and we have to work on it. First of all, it is your long hair, which must be cut short and curly a little. Be careful not to be too short, curls that are too short will make you look like a South Asian Friga, but your skin is not purple. In Percian, such a South Asian Friga would never be educated, and your driver's license and trade permit would raise suspicions. The most difficult thing is to disguise yourself as an old man. Because there are many differences between the biometric information of the elderly and the young people. Bone density decreases, and the fiber strength of muscles decreases. If not properly repaired, even a careless examiner can find conflicts caused by incompatibilities in the information. So we need to be more nuanced. Of course, the most important thing is not what the document tells the person, but the first impression you leave on the examiner. Many times the examiner will see you first, and then compare what the chip tells him based on the impression of you, and they will focus on what matches rather than the other way around. Do you smoke marho? Don't smoke? It's a good idea to learn to smoke a little or carefully observe the symptoms of long-term maho smokers, so that you can look more realistic when you disguise yourself as an elderly person. You must behave as if you are very weak, sweaty, and lacking energy, so that you can arouse pity. If you look sick, you're going to be disgusting. In addition, you have to learn to babble a little, which is generally the case with older people, who talk a lot, are stubborn, or are weak and helpless. You're talking too little, aren't you? ”

Vicky didn't answer, but from the bottom of his heart he admired this obscene seeming counterfeit dealer. The false impression of the clumsy camera in the upstairs window is gone. They were busy in the basement for four hours. The Tricks are demanding of details, which does not discourage the wiki. On the contrary, he appreciates the lean attitude of excellence. He himself is a man of precision, convinced that only careful planning and precise execution can ensure success.

When the data of the two biochips were revised, the Trick man rubbed his hands together in satisfaction and raised his head: "The rest is to find a way to enter the empire's subject information database." It will take time, and if you can come in 8 days, you should be ready by then, and you can start using both identities, and all the other documents will be given to you at that time. As for the last thing that is very risky,"

He paused again, but this time not waiting for a compliment, but thinking about the chances of success: "It takes a bit of luck to get it done in 15 days, and it really depends on when you might need it." It's not necessarily appropriate to get it too early, and maybe by the time you actually want to use it, it will already be discovered and become ineffective. ”

"Okay, today is the 13th of the 16th, and I came to pick it up on the 21st. This is 1000 stadt. "Vikki pulled out a stack of 100 stads of bills and didn't hand them to the Triks right away. He calmly continued:

"But Mr. Valdés, after you finish this business, you have to make sure that all my personal information will not be backed up and not leaked to anyone. If this happens, the consequences will not be what you want to see. ”

Trick laughed hypocritically, "Of course, sir, every line of business has its own rules. You can rest assured that your personal data is of no use to me, and keeping it will only lead to trouble. ”

Vicky nodded and handed over the money, and the bills immediately disappeared into the Trick's palm. "Goodbye, Mr. Valdés." Vicky turned and walked out, leaving the Trick man behind him shouting, "Hey, are you sure you can find your way out?" ”