The-Builder-in-the-Wetware
The Builder in the Wetware Rain never stopped in New Shanghai. It just changed tempo. Jax Moreno stood under the yellow tape in the Meatpacking District, collar turned up against the downpour, watching the coroner's drone lift its scan panel away from the corpse. The victim lay on his back in a puddle of neon runoff, face tilted toward a sky that hadn't seen real sun in Jax's entire twenty-nine...
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