The rain in Neo-Veridia didn’t wash things clean; it just made the neon lights bleed across the pavement. Julian adjusted the collar of his trench coat, the waterproof fabric repelling the relentless drizzle. He checked his watch—not a standard timepiece, but a haptic interface synced to his ocular implant.
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"Is it worth it?" Elara asked. "The Mansion has scramblers. Military-grade jammers. You get caught, they won't just ban you. They'll scrub your digital existence." The rain in Neo-Veridia didn’t wash things clean;
-- Sterling Vex