Michele is an agent of the Turing Police.
Appearance[]
She has small high breasts and brown arms. Thanks to cosmetic surgeries she looks like 19, but her wrinkled knuckles betray she is much older than she looks. Her voice also betrays a knowing weariness.
She is armed with an automatic pistol, a smooth black Walther with an integral silencer. It is possible that she was kinked for SimStim or just audio, transmitting and recording all evidence of what she saw or heard
Neuromancer[]
She and Pierre and Roland were in the Intercontinental posing as teenage tourists spying on Armitage and Case.
They broke into Case's room for investigation, waitng for him, who entered in the morning. She was sitting in the wicker sofa, her pistol besided her on the cushion near her thigh. She said that he is under arrest and asked where he had been. In the interrogation she directed the question. She was always looking at Case, and he supposed that she played the role of the kink.
Case eventually said that he doesn't know much and that he needed rest. Michele started narrating to him how they traced them, and him, from the Chiba black clinic, mentioning for first time Wintermute, to which Case tried to hide his surprise so that it wouldn't be recorded; then how they lost them at the Sprawl, and the missing of McCoy Pauley's ROM personality construct. Case continued his sarcastic remarks and Michele said that he only makes it more difficult by pretending ignorance: he and Armitage would be coming with them, but he would have to choose between Switzerland, where he would be a pawn in the trial of an artificial intelligence; or BAMA, where however he would be found guilty for the mischief in the Sense/Net Pyramid which resulted to 14 deaths.
Case attempted to question whether they have jurisdiction on Freeside, which was countered by Roland. Michele stood up with her pistol, saying that he is a fool who doesn't care about the future of humanity; aiding an entity to free itself and grow would have a terrible price. She ordered him to dress up and follow them to Geneva where he would give testimony, or be killed.
Case complied, dressed up and followed them outside. They passed by the cafe under the bright umbrellas where breakfast were served. Roland and Michele fell into character, chattering brightly in French, concealing her gun with a white duck jacked draped over her arm, its muzzle close to Case's ribs. At the edge of the meadow they came to a cliffside. She tossed her short dark hair and pointed at the view to Roland saying somthing happily in French. They came to bridge that arched over Desiderata Street, and Michele prodded Case with the muzzle. Soon a microlight came silently, chopping away the top of Pierre's skull. Michele fell on her back, knees up, aiming the gun with both hands against the craft. It stroke the bridge railing and swept her with it down into Desiderata.