The Neural Link
The terminal sat in the corner of their apartment like an aquarium for ghosts. It was a military-grade neural interface unit, painted the standard-issue gray of the Pacific Defense Coalition, with a curved visor and a tangle of fiber-optic cables that coiled beneath it like sleeping snakes. It occupied the same corner where Jake had put a desk when they first moved in, back when he thought they...
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