Her Dad’s software engineering job took the family from Seoul to Pacific City when Kennedy was four. By the time she was five, he decided to leave the company and start his own firm, and by age 7, Kennedy was getting picked up by a driver at their Lemmon Place flat, and whisked away to the trendy private school her Dad could then afford to send her to. Kennedy, supported and nurtured by the best of Pacific City society, excelled at everything that interested her. And that turned out to be almost everything; music, math, art, dance, physics, everything. And when she was old enough, biology.
Her parents were shocked when Kennedy came home one day in hysterical tears. And when she told them why, her father threw her out of their flat with only the clothes on her back, and the contents of her purse.
Within hours, Kennedy became easy prey for the street types in midtown, trolling the avenues for pretty young runaways, and girls in trouble–no shortage of them in Pacific City, sadly. Whitney Rand happened to be driving by and noticed Kennedy, out of place, being scooped into the back seat of the beat-up sedan, and called the license plate and descriptions in to Tai, Kristin, and an impromptu Tomorrow Girl clean-up squad. With Tai’s help, Kristin and her team found the door of the squalid flat in short order, and went through it too fast for the occupants to do much other than gawk. As fast as it all went down, they weren’t fast enough to keep the heroin out Kennedy’s veins. Kristin’s motto being “no job too big,” the team took Kennedy back to One Lassiter Plaza, to Dr. Lender, and to Gabriel Lassiter.
When Kennedy woke up, she was alone in a room with a lot of odd equipment, wearing a robe, and hungry enough to eat the particle-board table top at which she sat. Dr. Lender stepped in and explained things to her, and after Kennedy got through laughing, Dr. Lender told Kennedy about the loyalty device in her head, the new apartment, job, and career path she had acquired while she slept off the heroine/strychnine cocktail she’d been given. And at first, Kennedy resented the meddling of her new employer. Then she realized that she had it pretty good, and she resigned herself to being part of the Lassiter office scenery. And still later, she started thinking about the loyalty device, and how she would find a way to get it out of her head. The thought would keep her occupied for a really long time.