Personal Narrative: Pink Plas-Crete Masks

I read the invite, I followed the rule, I put a simple looking pink plas-crete mask over the top half of my mahogany brown facial flesh and chipped chrome parts. People recognized me from behind, the mask did nothing but make my left eye twitch from time-to-time when it reacted to a light flash or silhouette it thought was questionable and dropped its shield for a technical heartbeat. Too many corporate security hacks wandering the crowd to let my own system think, I prefer to rely on Fred for my threat assessment in a crowd, but I told him to mingle and have fun. Haven’t seen him since arriving.
Not that I was worried about trouble at a VIP orgy like this. I’m six foot four and just about solid metal and muscle with a light infantry frame.