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You hand him the money, he hands you the goods, all is well in this department. You hold on tight to the plastic bag with all of the goodies. "There you go, miss. You're welcome back at any time." Neal leaves the counter and disappears into the backrooms of the building.
>-$456
>+DRONE, +TASER, +FAKE ID, +ECM
Well then, there's nothing left here for you. You quickly exit the store to start your trek over to the train station. You're not too excited to be walking around in the cold again but until you manage to learn teleportation, you have to use your stupid legs to go places.
[UNSTABLE] THE LIMITS OF THIS PHYSICAL FORM ARE INSULTING. IMAGINE WHAT WE COULD DO IF WE WERE TO EVOLVE. GROW PAST THIS MORTAL SHELL. LET ME OUT.
<span class="mu-r">Your brain lights up in agony as a migraine forces itself into existence.</span> Just as quickly as it appeared, it disappears. What the fuck was that about? You rub the side of your head in a vein attempt to soothe it.
You pass by a woman in silver. You try your best not to acknowledge her existence and she does the same. You swear you hear her grumbling about something that 'failed'. You're not in a rush to grill one of those types for more information. Not now, anyways.
Before you know it, you're back at the station. It's about as empty as it was when you were here a few days ago except for a crowd of people gathering at the far right end of the platform. There's seven to eight people covered in a thick red sludge. Their clothes are torn up and black blood oozes out of their wounds. They seem to be chatting as if they're not walking, talking horror shows.
One of them opens their mouth. A swarm of jagged teeth are nestled inside.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] You swear their clothes look familiar. You can't quite put a pin on it given they're all sorts of dirty. Some sort of corporate uniform?
You turn your attention to the tracks in front of you. A frostbitten, rusted train pulls into the station. A swarm of Drones, Androids, and regular people exit out of it and head over to the frigid streets of District 7. You swear that more and more artificial people appear every single day.
[UNSTABLE] FLESH AND BLOOD IS TOO HARD TO CONTROL. UNLESS YOU'RE LIKE US.
You look at the ground to clear your head. A hand is placed on your shoulder, causing you to launch your head up to see who it is. Two people are standing right in front of you, both in leather. They flash their gnarled yellow teeth at you. You sink into your chair in a desperate attempt to hide from them. Then your brain notices something.
The man has bright green eyes and a beanie that hides his short, almost buzzed black hair. The woman has long, flowing red hair and a spiked choker. Where did you see those before...
Oh. These aren't people trying to beat you up. That's just Lex and Ashley. Woo.
"Long time no see, Nicky!" Lex pats you on the shoulder. Woo, okay, you're not going to die today. You let out a sigh of relief. "How's it been going?"
