The Neon Meridian Protocol
The first thing Jax noticed was that his left arm had stopped working. It happened between one heartbeat and the next, in the space between the drip of the apartment's leaking faucet and the hum of the ventilation fan that hadn't worked properly since the last tenant—a data broker named Dex—got fried trying to jack into a ThorneCorp black server. Jax lay on his bed, stared at the water stain on...
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