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Leo looked down at his beautiful, terrible new hands. He could feel the rain outside—not on his skin, but through sensors in his fingertips. He could smell the ozone of the city, the rust, the desperation. He was more alive than he’d ever been. And less free.

He read the fine print. It was worse than any loan shark’s deal. But the alternative was the void. The real void, not the digital one. chrome blaire ivory

Blaire tilted her head. “Revenge? How delightfully human. Fine. But every bullet you fire, every mile you run, it all gets added to the tab.” She handed him a long coat, black as a dead star. “Welcome back from the dead, Leo. Try not to break the chrome.” Leo looked down at his beautiful, terrible new hands

“Name it.”