The Memory Hunter's Null
Acid rain hissed against Jack Morrison's military-grade prosthetic eye, burning tiny pocks into the synthetic lens. He stood on the Third Elevated Track of New Shanghai Colony, watching the neon-drenched sprawl of the colonization satellite stretch to every horizon. Seventeen years of memory hunting. Seventeen years of tracking black-market dealers who bought and sold people's most intimate...
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