The Neural Dao
The rain in the San Gabriel Megacity never stopped. It had not stopped in forty years, since the atmospheric processors went offline and the acid clouds took over. It fell in sheets of greenish gray, hissing as it hit the neon-lit pavement, dissolving rust and paint and occasionally, according to rumor, things that shouldn't have been dissolvable. Jax Rivera lived beneath the rain, two levels...
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