Chrome and Time
The first time I jack in, I don't feel anything. That's the thing nobody tells you about neural jacks—there's no drama, no flash of light, no voice in your head that says "welcome to the matrix." There's just a click, a vibration in the base of your skull, and then you're somewhere else. The Lower City falls away. The neon rain, the smell of synth-oil and street noodles, the constant hum of a...
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