The Longevity Job
The Longevity Job The rain in LA doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I sat in my car outside the GeneTech tower on Flower Street and watched the droplets track down the windshield like tears on a face that's forgotten how to cry. Three hours. I'd been sitting there for three hours with a USB drive in my coat pocket and a decision that felt like a stone in my gut. Five...
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