The Chrome Poetry Engine

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The Chrome Poetry Engine ACT I: THE SIGNAL The noodle shop smelled of garlic and old rain. Kai Nakamura sat in the corner booth, his fingers wrapped around a ceramic bowl that had gone cold twenty minutes ago. Across from him, the data broker slid a credit chip across the table. It was worth more than Kai's monthly rent. "Don't ask what it does," the broker said. "Just take it to the undercity....

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