Street Stories
Gigerpunks — Sid and Nancy
Sid and Nancy hacked the billboard because it was there.
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Dreads — Bob and Grace
The man at the bar had been there a while before Grace noticed he wasn’t listening to the music.
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Fusion Doc — Jack
By midday, Jack had fitted two hands, corrected a spinal brace and removed an eye that kept showing its owner people who were not there. The fourth client complained about the smell.
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Reaper — Vor
Vor followed the expensive arm out of the Snake Pit.
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Ascendants — Rachel and Dean
From Rachel’s apartment, the street looked like a rainbow circuit board after rain. She stood gazing down at the tiny people and cars that flooded the streets. It had been quite a while now since she had ventured out, down there with the commons. Sec-Op minders were far too expensive these days to hire for simple shopping trips. Now she had almost everything delivered.
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The Kult — Morph and Monique
Morph met Monique outside the Chapelle des Damnés. She had come out of curiosity after seeing a report about the Kult on a news channel. There had been blurred footage of a ceremony, interviews with people whose faces scarcely resembled faces, and a brief mention of free surgery and parts for members.
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The Hunger — Louise and Lestate
Louise and Lestate had their systems altered on the same day. Afterwards they went to a club to try their new smiles on strangers.
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Tracer — Deckard
Deckard was sober when the woman came to his office. He made a rule of it. Clients disliked paying a man who smelled of last night’s drink, even when he found more people than the clean ones did.
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Sweet Thing — Suki
The man came every Thursday and asked for Suki, paying for her time, listening when she spoke and never trying to keep her after the hour was over. She was glad enough to see him arrive, but pleasant company was no reason to believe he would be different from the others.
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Sec-Op — Garth
Garth read the contract twice. The target was Leon, a man he had served beside for four years. Someone wanted him hurt badly enough to stay away from a shipment. The fee would cover the overdue service on Garth’s military shoulders and leave money for the month.
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