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Armed technology. Metaphysical ruin.

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Weaponised technology.

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Music can transcend ideological divides!

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It's a shit contraption. Old people medical grade tat.

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There is no gauge marked 'happiness' on the dashboard of Eszti's mind.

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Trust the bomb. It has been waiting for this moment for three decades.

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A strange click within the bomb's heart...

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Yes. Hard reset for the whole tram.

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Contoured. Dynamic. Expressive -- a shining example of the form. Or at least it would be, if it hadn't been subjected to the inside of a ten year old's pocket.

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Maybe an aftereffect of the shocking. Maybe the first symptom of your augmentoid ascendancy.

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By god, the craftsmanship of it.

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Spectrum analysers, amplifiers... Heavy-duty radio stuff.

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Marinha-32, early 70s issue. Portofiran manufacturing. Built for municipal dredging, but this one's been heavily modded.

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Their fidelity to the concept of fidelity is laudable.

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A technofascist future dawns.

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Futuristic, yet legible. Cool.

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This technology does not belong to your generation. You have stumbled by chance onto something that not even your grandchildren were meant to be looking at.

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Its sheer grammage can barely be contained!

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Stupid assignment getting in the way of the real shit.

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It's not going anywhere. It wouldn't leave her side.

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She's a fucking queen.

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Forget that. Just flex your way into the console and override her controls while she's plugged in.

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Forget that. Just hack the console and override her control while she's plugged into it.

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Perfect. Now activate pilot-tone injection at 997 Hz, -20 dBm, below conversation level. You'll be able to follow the magnetic bleed.

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That bag looks oddly rigid -- probably lined with copper mesh to block radio frequencies.

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Let's be real: Your controller doesn't get it. You need gold coating on the barrel. You need little skulls carved into the grip. And what about having two triggers on there?

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No phoneline is safe when he's on your side.

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Impressionable.

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The man's a role model. He has much to teach us.

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The craftsmanship is obvious, as if the seamstress manipulated a fragment of a fallen star.

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A big win for productivity. No more of that pesky human error to contend with.

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This rocket is close to lift off. No room for a co-pilot in that command capsule.

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The wheel itself isn't distinguishing enough -- it could belong to a number of high-end model sets.

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A Merillian SJ6. Top speed 90 km/h, 150cc engine. Entry-level model popular with metropolitan professionals and a subset of hardcore national chauvinists.

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Use a vendor override code. It won't be anything complicated -- it'll be simple, easy to remember, idiot-proof.

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Safety. No impact on performance, and it makes a really nice 'click' too.

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Triple-stitched premium nylon. Expensive.

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Manufactured in Kino's Gambit. Slide coated in dark-grey finish. Fixed barrels, ported. Machined for high-accuracy pressure.

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People have opinions, and bribable brains, and all sorts of fluids. Some even like circuses. Even decade-old silicon is an improvement.

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This is full polycarbonate plastic and cancerogenic glory.

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There's even a little tram station!

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Thousands of tons of steel, hundreds of sailors inside, guns and missiles and torpedoes, and yet somehow still buoyant. A miracle, a marvel.

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Spoken like one who spent his whole life around gunhammers.

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It's a botch job, probably won't even fire if he pulls the trigger...

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LITOST. The high priest of mirror tongues.

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It'd be hard to focus, what with all those switches and dials to play with -- but you could manage to picture it.

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Saturation twists the sound output on the receiver, the signal more than the electronics can bear.

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The analog joy of greased levers actioning release mechanisms, sixty pound warheads sliding out into the sky with a whisper like a sword unsheathing.

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It wishes to be left alone, but can see the devious intention in your eyes.