Redundant Identity
The rain in Neo-Shanghai Sector 7 didn't fall so much as it accumulated — a slow, deliberate accumulation of acid-tinged drops that pooled on neon-lit pavement and reflected the holographic advertisements like broken mirrors reflecting broken people. I had been watching this rain for eight years. Eight years in the GRA basement, deleting applications, and I had learned that rain is just the...
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