New Life : A Second Chance

There, staring at him from the other side of the laptop, was Randall.

Luckily, Kyle had been mentally preparing himself for some sort of shock, so he managed to (barely) stop his face from showing any sort of reaction that would give him away.

Kyle frowned and gave this really puzzled look as he said, "Excuse me? Sorry, but I'm not Dean."

Randall gave a slow smile, while nodding a bit, his eyes never straying away from Kyle's face as he said, "I admit. The hair colour is different, and your nose appears sharper ... but trust me. I know every inch of your face and body to be mistaken."

Kyle clenched his teeth a bit at that.

Randall should have not been able to remember how he looked like, exactly. He may have some vague impressions or memories, but not anything concrete. Kyle had known the dangers of going in for the mission, as he had only done the most minimal of disguises as Dean.

After all, considering what he had to do, any sort of extensive disguise would have been discovered. Kyle had even anticipated the possibility of Randall being much rougher in his passion, so even a wig was out of the question. 

All Kyle had done was use a temporary hair colour spray to colour his hair dark blue with some silver highlights. He had darkened his eyebrows and a little bit of shadow blending to 'soften' his chiselled face.

Thus, when Kyle had given him the fake memories of having hot steamy s*x several times throughout the night, he had also made his face blurry in those memories. 

In other words, Randall would have remembered the s*x, but would have difficulty to truly remember Kyle's features properly. In time, even that would have faded entirely from Randall's mind. Without a picture, it would have been near impossible to truly be able to recall how Kyle looked like.

However, like everything in Life, there is no absolute. There was a risk that it wouldn't work. If the person had really strong feelings, then it could fail. 

Obviously, it did fail in Randall's case. 

'Damn', Kyle thought to himself, 'Am I really that unforgettable?'

Kyle was curious.

Even if Randall had remembered how he looked like, how did he manage to find him?

After all, Kyle had also taken precautions with all of his images at Soul Bar. Every single digital trace of him had been tampered with.

As if answering that unspoken question, Randall said, "You are really one hard person to find, Dean."

"All the pictures of you on the CCTV at Soul Bar were too blurry to make out. Even using my facial recognition software was a no-go."

Instead of looking angry, however, Randall actually looked very impressed, "To think that you have the capabilities to even fool and confuse the software. That's truly impressive."

Facial recognition software reads the geometry of your face. Key factors include the distance between your eyes and the distance from forehead to chin. Thus, the software measures 68 facial landmarks, making the unique facial signature. 

With that, no matter how you are disguised, you would be recognised.

Kay had made a software that would tamper with any facial recognition AI software. Her own unique AI software would confuse the facial recognition software so that it could not make the necessary measurements required in order to create that facial signature.

Without it, it would be impossible to find a match.

"Look, Sir," Kyle said, "I have never met you before in my life. You have mistaken me for someone else."

Kyle noticed the flash of hurt in Randall's eyes as he said that, but he steeled himself to remain firm.

In response, Randall just looked gently at Kyle and said, "I would never be mistaken about something like this, Dean."

He sighed, as his shoulders seemed to slump forward, all fight seemingly leaving him.

Kyle watched as Randall went closer to the laptop then said clearly, "Ruben, let me speak to Dean alone."

Ruben just grinned and said loudly, "Okie-dokie. Not a problem. Take your time."

With that, he whistled as he walked out, closing the door behind him with a click. 

Spotting this kid that Randall had been searching for truly paid off. He got a tidy sum of 'appreciation money' just because the kid came to his club. Luckily the bouncers at the front door took the initiative to ask him if they could enter. 

When he had seen that image of Dean through the security feeds at the front door, he whooped out loud in delight, thoroughly shocking the people around him. Once Dean entered, Ruben called up Randall.

'That boy really did a number on Randall,' Ruben thought to himself as he walked away.