There was just something special about Ashley. She had attracted six multipurpose fliers, ranging from a bee-sized monitor drone to a Russian military utility model the size of a toaster oven. She was also attended by a pair of ground-walking industrial manipulator units, a sleek, hound-like armed courier, and a surface-crawling makeup manager that must have cost as much as a modest home when it was new. But she never relied on the cred her entourage lent her. Yes, it affected her professional choices, but it didn’t decide what jobs she would take.