The-Reaper-Protocol
The rain on the orbital colony tasted like copper. Marcus Hale had learned to identify acid rain that way — not by sight or smell but by the particular metallic tang on his tongue that meant the pH was below four and he needed to find shelter before his lungs started burning. He was already three blocks from shelter, standing in the narrow alley behind a NexusCorp data center in the lower...
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