Variant 001: The Neon Dirge (Cyberpunk)
The rain in Neo-Veridia didn't wash things clean; it only smeared the neon grime across the chrome skeletons of the lower wards. Elias Thorne sat in a cramped haptic-pod, his consciousness fragmented across seven different proxy-servers. He wasn't a man anymore, not really. He was a collection of encrypted packets and ghost-code, a relic of the Great Sync. The city was a tiered cake of misery....
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